Disclaimer: These characters are owned by J.K. Rowling. I'm going to
steal them for awhile though. I really just want Fred and George; but I
had to steal others as well. I'll return them all back to her after I am
done (except for maybe George and Fred), after all she needs them for book
six.
Hey everyone. Thank you for all the great reviews. Keep em coming. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I personally think that it was the best I have written so far. The way this story is turning out is not how I originally planned. Therefore it will take me longer than usual to get chapters out. This story is actually almost done; but I have another one scrambling around in my brain. I hope that you enjoy this chapter as well.
Chapter 7 Will we or wont we?
George walked into the Room of Requirement. He noticed that the room was empty.
"Good," he thought to himself. "I need a few minutes to compose myself."
He sat down on the raised platform he had been using for the past couple of days and started thinking over everything that he had revealed to his friends. He was having a hard thinking of a way to save his relationship with Hermione. Would she want him when she learned of all of this?
Twenty minutes later.
The group began walking into the room. Ginny and Harry were holding hands and talking in hushed whispers, when she saw her brother looking defeated.
"Harry, what are we going to do?" she asked her boyfriend. "Look at him. I don't think he will survive this if she doesn't forgive him."
"Ginny, we can't do anything. We made a pact, and it can't be broken. Afterwards we will do all we can; but until then our loyalties lie with Hermione."
Soon all the seats were filled. George stood up and addressed the crowd.
Hello everyone. Today is our last day. Whether or not I finish is no matter. I am asking you all to hold your questions until I am finished.
After Hermione's final year, she decided to work for the ministry, in Muggle Relations. She was assigned to work with the muggle parents of students at Hogwarts. She loved her job and was heartbroken when the ministry decided that it wasn't feasible to keep that division open. Seems that they were losing money. Surprisingly she decided to break away from the ministry and take a secretarial position with none other than Draco Malfoy. She is still working with him too. But none of this is really important. I guess I'm just trying to beat around the bush. The truth is that, my story is finished. The reason I need help is I plan on telling Hermione tonight. If I don't tell her, this weekend will not happen.
Ginny gasped.
You mean to tell us that if you don't tell Hermione tonight, that you will not marry her on Saturday?
George nodded.
When George made no move to continue, Fred went to stand by his side.
We all know what will happen if George tells Hermione tonight. I can almost guarantee that there will be no wedding regardless if he tells her or not. I only hope that you all see how much George truly loves her. Believe me I would not be helping right now, if I didn't think that she was the one for him. Our part in all of this starts tomorrow. After George tells her we will just assume that the wedding is off; but we will continue to plan and set up like nothing has happened.
Now for your separate assignments.
Ginny, you will be in charge of getting Hermione's dress ready. You will also have the responsibility of stopping in to see her at work tomorrow. Take her to lunch and act like you know nothing. See if she tells you anything. If she does, do everything in your power to convince her to forgive George; or at least talk to him.
No one but Harry heard her slight sigh. They both knew what was going to happen after George told her; but they couldn't do anything about it.
Ginny nodded and gestured for Fred to continue.
Harry and Ron, you are in charge of making sure Hermione remembers why she agreed to marry George in the first place. Show her that she can't live without him. Remind her how happy she was.
Malfoy, your job is easy. You need to just let her go to lunch with Ginny and give her the rest of the week off.
Everyone else, you are with me. We are going to set up the wedding behind her back. We will thwart all her attempts to cancel anything. On Saturday, we will all show up. Hopefully Hermione will be there as well.
Are there any questions?
Timid raised her hand.
Yes?
Well Fred, what if Hermione doesn't show up?
Then our last job is to be there for him. We will also be there for Hermione. It doesn't matter who was at fault or what have you, to me they are both family and they are both friends to you all.
Everyone was so busy planning out what they would do, they didn't notice as George snuck out. He didn't want to be there at that moment. He needed sometime to think, before he spoke to Hermione. George slowly made his way to the one was place that was guaranteed to put him in an optimistic mood. When he reached his old dorm, he went and sat on his old bed. He was glad that school was currently out for the summer break. He could sit here until he was ready to face her. This was the place that Hermione had told him that she loved him. It was the first time that he ever told a girl that he loved her. She was his first love and his last. If she wanted nothing to do with him after tonight, he knew that he would live his life in loneliness. He sighed and knew that he was just putting off the inevitable. He stood and walked to edge of Hogwarts boundaries and apparated home.
Not long after George had left the meeting hall Ginny noticed that he had gone. She hurriedly ran to the infirmary and went directly to the fireplace. She flooed Hermione.
"Ginny?" asked Hermione. "Is that you?"
"Hermione, I don't have much time. George is on his way home. Please listen to what he has to say."
"Oh Ginny, is he finally going to tell me what he did."
She saw Ginny nod but before she could say anything else, George walked in the door.
Hermione hugged him not wanting to let on that she knew what was going to happen.
"Hi, George, welcome home." She said.
Hermione we need to talk.
He gestured to the sofa and she sat. He fussed around for awhile then finally took a deep breath and sat down.
Hermione, I am about to tell you something that will not make you happy at all. I just ask that you hear me out. Let me finish before you say anything.
Hermione nodded. Why wouldn't she? She thought she knew what she was going to say; and knew exactly what she was going to do. She had her plan all worked out.
Ok here goes. It all started at the beginning of your fifth year. You were just made prefect and.......
George let the whole story spill out. He kept speaking until he had told her everything. When he had finished, he looked up and into Hermione's eyes. He could always tell how she was feeling just by looking into them. What he saw shocked him. There was none of the anger that he expected to see. They were just blank. He sat there in silence waiting for her to speak.
Suddenly Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. After several minutes if this George was getting worried.
Hermione? Sweetheart?
Sweetheart? Sweetheart? Don't you sweetheart me George Weasley. How could you do this to me? I sat down with you tonight, thinking you were going to tell me all about your little pheromone potion; which by the way I knew all about; and didn't take. Then you proceed to tell me that you set out to make my fifth year miserable. That you tried to drive me insane. I had a plan to get back at you for the potion. It was no big deal to me. I just thought that you were too shy to let me know how you felt so you thought you needed to use it to move things along. Oh my lord George. What you did was low. Lower than I thought you could ever go. Get out. I don't want to see you again. Do you understand what I am telling you? We will not be getting married this Saturday or ever again. Now GO!!!!!!!
George didn't say anything. He didn't even register the fact that she had known about his potion. He just did as he was told and packed his things. While he walking out the door, he turned to Hermione one last time. She was staring into the fire, tears streaming down her face.
I'm sorry Hermione I love you.
He turned and walked out the door.
Ginny watched as George walked into the house at the burrow. She felt horrible. His face told the whole story. He didn't say anything as he made his way to his old room. Thank god none of the guests for the wedding had shown up yet. He could have the room to himself for a few days.
"How could I have been so stupid?" he thought to himself. "I screwed up the best thing that had ever happened to me."
George sat up straight in the bed.
Wait a minute. Did she say she knew about the potion? She didn't take it either. So that means that she seduced me. She knew exactly what she wanted that night. Me, she wanted me. I have to do something about this. I can't give up on her. I also have to call off the recruits. This is something that I have to do on my own.
The rest of the night George made his plans. He would win Hermione back and they would be getting married this Saturday.
The next morning George came whistling down the stairs. Ginny was sitting at the table eating breakfast. When she heard George come in her jaw dropped.
"Was he whistling?" she thought to herself.
Hi George. How are you feeling?
Fantastic, my dear sister. I had a revelation last night. Everything is going to be just fine. Make sure everything is ready for Saturday. Also tell everyone to stop whatever Fred told them to do and just concentrate on making sure the hall is ready.
With that he left the house, whistling all the way.
Ginny stood up quickly and apparated to Harry's apartment.
Ginny it's nice to see you.
Hush Harry, we don't have time for this. There is something seriously wrong with George.
Over the course of the day everyone went about their prospective business. Harry, Ron, and Ginny discussed what was going on with Hermione and George.
Ginny had spoken to Hermione earlier that day; but didn't really learn anything. She did however find out that Hermione had scrapped her plan for revenge and called off the entire wedding. The group decided to do as George said and set everything up.
George was busy following thru with his own plan. He had bought flowers for Hermione and sent them to her work. Malfoy called him and let him know that they arrived; but that Hermione had set them on fire. George laughed when he heard this. He knew what her reaction was going to be. He just wanted t let her know that he wasn't going to give her up.
Later that evening when Hermione came home there were flowers throughout the house and someone had made dinner and left it on the table. There was a letter next to her plate. She picked it up and read it.
My Love,
I made this for you. Don't worry there are no potions mixed in. I just want you to know that I love you and am truly sorry for everything. Friday night I will be over to talk. Please meet with me. I will leave you alone tomorrow to think this over.
Love always, The Bastard
Hermione couldn't help smiling at that. George had hurt her; but he admitted to it. She knew that she would meet with him; but was glad that he was giving her a day to work things out. She sat down and ate the wonderful dinner of steak and potatoes that he had made for her. There was a bottle of wine also. After she was done eating, she went to the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. She set her wine on the edge and sunk into the steamy water.
While Hermione was relaxing in her tub, George was busy finding the perfect present for her. No he wasn't trying to buy her affection. He wouldn't give it to her until after she had made her decision. He walked into Flourish and Blotts and looked around for awhile. Finally he spotted something that he knew was perfect. He bought it and quickly went back to the burrow. He had a lot of work to do that evening.
All day Thursday, George stayed in his room at the burrow. Everyone would be arriving throughout the day tomorrow so he needed to get everything done tonight. After he was finally satisfied he wrapped up the gift and put it away until the following evening.
Friday finally reared its ugly head. George began to have second thoughts. He didn't know what he would do if Hermione wanted nothing more to do with him. He knew that he was taking a risk letting plans for the wedding continue; but he wanted to be optimistic about everything. All day long he paced the floor. Bill arrived with his wife as did Percy and Penelope his fiancée. Soon the burrow was overflowing with friends and family. George couldn't take it anymore and decided to get ready to see Hermione at Harry and Ron's apartment. At the apartment, Ron and Harry kept trying to get information about what was going on; but all George would say was to show up at the church on time tomorrow.
Hermione meanwhile was running through every scenario in her head. She was still no closer to making a decision than she was yesterday. She worried that he would try to steam roll her into staying with him. She finally resigned herself to waiting. She couldn't sit still though and cleaned until an hour before he showed up.
When George rang the doorbell, Hermione had been stepping out of the bedroom. She had just finished getting dressed and hurried to the door. When she got there she made herself calm down. Remember she said to herself. You still don't know what you feel at the end of the night. Keep your wits about you.
She opened the door and George stood there in shock. God she was beautiful. He couldn't remember a time within the last year that he hadn't seen Hermione everyday. He didn't realize that it was possible to grow that more beautiful in that short amount of time.
Hermione let him in to the apartment and they sat on the same sofas that they had the other night. George was wringing his hands together, nervous at what her answer would be. He sighed and began to speak.
Hermione, I know what I did was wrong; and I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. You have to believe me when I say that after that first night I just wanted to take it all back. I love you so much and can't stand the thought of not being with you. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
Just stop George. I have no idea how I feel right now. I am so pissed. I can understand you wanting to get back at me for bringing Snape into our disagreement. I regretted it almost instantly. I was just trying to live up to the expectations that everyone had placed on me. It wasn't easy and sometimes I did stupid things. But the things I did never hurt someone the way you did to me. I just don't know if I can trust you again.
We are supposed to get married tomorrow, Mione. I will understand if you don't show up. I don't know what I would do if the shoe was on the other foot. I would hope that I could move past it; but I don't know. This is your decision and I will leave you to it. I had hoped that you would know by now; but that's ok. I bought you something. If you don't feel like opening it tonight, I'll understand.
He handed her the package, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He then let himself out of the apartment.
Hermione didn't even see him go; she just stared at the package still in her hand. She slowly unwrapped it.
It was a leather bound journal. When she opened it, she gasped. George had filled the journal with his thoughts. However these were not handwritten thoughts it was actually a pensive.
Throughout the night Hermione relieved memory after memory. There was their first kiss. Then she saw the night they had made love for he first time, and the second and so on. He even put in some unhappy memories like the night she had gone off with Harry in their fifth year. She never knew how much that night had upset him. She laughed and cried. She finally got to the one of the final battle. She never knew what that night had done to him. She was speechless when she saw that he had saved her life.
Long into the night she used the pensive she went from cover to cover, and then fell asleep exhausted.
At the burrow, George was laying in bed. He prayed to a god that he had never believed in before. He prayed that Hermione would be there tomorrow. That she would promise to be his wife forever. He sighed and went to sleep prayers whispering in his head.
Hey everyone. Thank you for all the great reviews. Keep em coming. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter. I personally think that it was the best I have written so far. The way this story is turning out is not how I originally planned. Therefore it will take me longer than usual to get chapters out. This story is actually almost done; but I have another one scrambling around in my brain. I hope that you enjoy this chapter as well.
Chapter 7 Will we or wont we?
George walked into the Room of Requirement. He noticed that the room was empty.
"Good," he thought to himself. "I need a few minutes to compose myself."
He sat down on the raised platform he had been using for the past couple of days and started thinking over everything that he had revealed to his friends. He was having a hard thinking of a way to save his relationship with Hermione. Would she want him when she learned of all of this?
Twenty minutes later.
The group began walking into the room. Ginny and Harry were holding hands and talking in hushed whispers, when she saw her brother looking defeated.
"Harry, what are we going to do?" she asked her boyfriend. "Look at him. I don't think he will survive this if she doesn't forgive him."
"Ginny, we can't do anything. We made a pact, and it can't be broken. Afterwards we will do all we can; but until then our loyalties lie with Hermione."
Soon all the seats were filled. George stood up and addressed the crowd.
Hello everyone. Today is our last day. Whether or not I finish is no matter. I am asking you all to hold your questions until I am finished.
After Hermione's final year, she decided to work for the ministry, in Muggle Relations. She was assigned to work with the muggle parents of students at Hogwarts. She loved her job and was heartbroken when the ministry decided that it wasn't feasible to keep that division open. Seems that they were losing money. Surprisingly she decided to break away from the ministry and take a secretarial position with none other than Draco Malfoy. She is still working with him too. But none of this is really important. I guess I'm just trying to beat around the bush. The truth is that, my story is finished. The reason I need help is I plan on telling Hermione tonight. If I don't tell her, this weekend will not happen.
Ginny gasped.
You mean to tell us that if you don't tell Hermione tonight, that you will not marry her on Saturday?
George nodded.
When George made no move to continue, Fred went to stand by his side.
We all know what will happen if George tells Hermione tonight. I can almost guarantee that there will be no wedding regardless if he tells her or not. I only hope that you all see how much George truly loves her. Believe me I would not be helping right now, if I didn't think that she was the one for him. Our part in all of this starts tomorrow. After George tells her we will just assume that the wedding is off; but we will continue to plan and set up like nothing has happened.
Now for your separate assignments.
Ginny, you will be in charge of getting Hermione's dress ready. You will also have the responsibility of stopping in to see her at work tomorrow. Take her to lunch and act like you know nothing. See if she tells you anything. If she does, do everything in your power to convince her to forgive George; or at least talk to him.
No one but Harry heard her slight sigh. They both knew what was going to happen after George told her; but they couldn't do anything about it.
Ginny nodded and gestured for Fred to continue.
Harry and Ron, you are in charge of making sure Hermione remembers why she agreed to marry George in the first place. Show her that she can't live without him. Remind her how happy she was.
Malfoy, your job is easy. You need to just let her go to lunch with Ginny and give her the rest of the week off.
Everyone else, you are with me. We are going to set up the wedding behind her back. We will thwart all her attempts to cancel anything. On Saturday, we will all show up. Hopefully Hermione will be there as well.
Are there any questions?
Timid raised her hand.
Yes?
Well Fred, what if Hermione doesn't show up?
Then our last job is to be there for him. We will also be there for Hermione. It doesn't matter who was at fault or what have you, to me they are both family and they are both friends to you all.
Everyone was so busy planning out what they would do, they didn't notice as George snuck out. He didn't want to be there at that moment. He needed sometime to think, before he spoke to Hermione. George slowly made his way to the one was place that was guaranteed to put him in an optimistic mood. When he reached his old dorm, he went and sat on his old bed. He was glad that school was currently out for the summer break. He could sit here until he was ready to face her. This was the place that Hermione had told him that she loved him. It was the first time that he ever told a girl that he loved her. She was his first love and his last. If she wanted nothing to do with him after tonight, he knew that he would live his life in loneliness. He sighed and knew that he was just putting off the inevitable. He stood and walked to edge of Hogwarts boundaries and apparated home.
Not long after George had left the meeting hall Ginny noticed that he had gone. She hurriedly ran to the infirmary and went directly to the fireplace. She flooed Hermione.
"Ginny?" asked Hermione. "Is that you?"
"Hermione, I don't have much time. George is on his way home. Please listen to what he has to say."
"Oh Ginny, is he finally going to tell me what he did."
She saw Ginny nod but before she could say anything else, George walked in the door.
Hermione hugged him not wanting to let on that she knew what was going to happen.
"Hi, George, welcome home." She said.
Hermione we need to talk.
He gestured to the sofa and she sat. He fussed around for awhile then finally took a deep breath and sat down.
Hermione, I am about to tell you something that will not make you happy at all. I just ask that you hear me out. Let me finish before you say anything.
Hermione nodded. Why wouldn't she? She thought she knew what she was going to say; and knew exactly what she was going to do. She had her plan all worked out.
Ok here goes. It all started at the beginning of your fifth year. You were just made prefect and.......
George let the whole story spill out. He kept speaking until he had told her everything. When he had finished, he looked up and into Hermione's eyes. He could always tell how she was feeling just by looking into them. What he saw shocked him. There was none of the anger that he expected to see. They were just blank. He sat there in silence waiting for her to speak.
Suddenly Hermione stood up and began pacing the room. After several minutes if this George was getting worried.
Hermione? Sweetheart?
Sweetheart? Sweetheart? Don't you sweetheart me George Weasley. How could you do this to me? I sat down with you tonight, thinking you were going to tell me all about your little pheromone potion; which by the way I knew all about; and didn't take. Then you proceed to tell me that you set out to make my fifth year miserable. That you tried to drive me insane. I had a plan to get back at you for the potion. It was no big deal to me. I just thought that you were too shy to let me know how you felt so you thought you needed to use it to move things along. Oh my lord George. What you did was low. Lower than I thought you could ever go. Get out. I don't want to see you again. Do you understand what I am telling you? We will not be getting married this Saturday or ever again. Now GO!!!!!!!
George didn't say anything. He didn't even register the fact that she had known about his potion. He just did as he was told and packed his things. While he walking out the door, he turned to Hermione one last time. She was staring into the fire, tears streaming down her face.
I'm sorry Hermione I love you.
He turned and walked out the door.
Ginny watched as George walked into the house at the burrow. She felt horrible. His face told the whole story. He didn't say anything as he made his way to his old room. Thank god none of the guests for the wedding had shown up yet. He could have the room to himself for a few days.
"How could I have been so stupid?" he thought to himself. "I screwed up the best thing that had ever happened to me."
George sat up straight in the bed.
Wait a minute. Did she say she knew about the potion? She didn't take it either. So that means that she seduced me. She knew exactly what she wanted that night. Me, she wanted me. I have to do something about this. I can't give up on her. I also have to call off the recruits. This is something that I have to do on my own.
The rest of the night George made his plans. He would win Hermione back and they would be getting married this Saturday.
The next morning George came whistling down the stairs. Ginny was sitting at the table eating breakfast. When she heard George come in her jaw dropped.
"Was he whistling?" she thought to herself.
Hi George. How are you feeling?
Fantastic, my dear sister. I had a revelation last night. Everything is going to be just fine. Make sure everything is ready for Saturday. Also tell everyone to stop whatever Fred told them to do and just concentrate on making sure the hall is ready.
With that he left the house, whistling all the way.
Ginny stood up quickly and apparated to Harry's apartment.
Ginny it's nice to see you.
Hush Harry, we don't have time for this. There is something seriously wrong with George.
Over the course of the day everyone went about their prospective business. Harry, Ron, and Ginny discussed what was going on with Hermione and George.
Ginny had spoken to Hermione earlier that day; but didn't really learn anything. She did however find out that Hermione had scrapped her plan for revenge and called off the entire wedding. The group decided to do as George said and set everything up.
George was busy following thru with his own plan. He had bought flowers for Hermione and sent them to her work. Malfoy called him and let him know that they arrived; but that Hermione had set them on fire. George laughed when he heard this. He knew what her reaction was going to be. He just wanted t let her know that he wasn't going to give her up.
Later that evening when Hermione came home there were flowers throughout the house and someone had made dinner and left it on the table. There was a letter next to her plate. She picked it up and read it.
My Love,
I made this for you. Don't worry there are no potions mixed in. I just want you to know that I love you and am truly sorry for everything. Friday night I will be over to talk. Please meet with me. I will leave you alone tomorrow to think this over.
Love always, The Bastard
Hermione couldn't help smiling at that. George had hurt her; but he admitted to it. She knew that she would meet with him; but was glad that he was giving her a day to work things out. She sat down and ate the wonderful dinner of steak and potatoes that he had made for her. There was a bottle of wine also. After she was done eating, she went to the bathroom and ran a bubble bath. She set her wine on the edge and sunk into the steamy water.
While Hermione was relaxing in her tub, George was busy finding the perfect present for her. No he wasn't trying to buy her affection. He wouldn't give it to her until after she had made her decision. He walked into Flourish and Blotts and looked around for awhile. Finally he spotted something that he knew was perfect. He bought it and quickly went back to the burrow. He had a lot of work to do that evening.
All day Thursday, George stayed in his room at the burrow. Everyone would be arriving throughout the day tomorrow so he needed to get everything done tonight. After he was finally satisfied he wrapped up the gift and put it away until the following evening.
Friday finally reared its ugly head. George began to have second thoughts. He didn't know what he would do if Hermione wanted nothing more to do with him. He knew that he was taking a risk letting plans for the wedding continue; but he wanted to be optimistic about everything. All day long he paced the floor. Bill arrived with his wife as did Percy and Penelope his fiancée. Soon the burrow was overflowing with friends and family. George couldn't take it anymore and decided to get ready to see Hermione at Harry and Ron's apartment. At the apartment, Ron and Harry kept trying to get information about what was going on; but all George would say was to show up at the church on time tomorrow.
Hermione meanwhile was running through every scenario in her head. She was still no closer to making a decision than she was yesterday. She worried that he would try to steam roll her into staying with him. She finally resigned herself to waiting. She couldn't sit still though and cleaned until an hour before he showed up.
When George rang the doorbell, Hermione had been stepping out of the bedroom. She had just finished getting dressed and hurried to the door. When she got there she made herself calm down. Remember she said to herself. You still don't know what you feel at the end of the night. Keep your wits about you.
She opened the door and George stood there in shock. God she was beautiful. He couldn't remember a time within the last year that he hadn't seen Hermione everyday. He didn't realize that it was possible to grow that more beautiful in that short amount of time.
Hermione let him in to the apartment and they sat on the same sofas that they had the other night. George was wringing his hands together, nervous at what her answer would be. He sighed and began to speak.
Hermione, I know what I did was wrong; and I can't begin to tell you how sorry I am. You have to believe me when I say that after that first night I just wanted to take it all back. I love you so much and can't stand the thought of not being with you. I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me.
Just stop George. I have no idea how I feel right now. I am so pissed. I can understand you wanting to get back at me for bringing Snape into our disagreement. I regretted it almost instantly. I was just trying to live up to the expectations that everyone had placed on me. It wasn't easy and sometimes I did stupid things. But the things I did never hurt someone the way you did to me. I just don't know if I can trust you again.
We are supposed to get married tomorrow, Mione. I will understand if you don't show up. I don't know what I would do if the shoe was on the other foot. I would hope that I could move past it; but I don't know. This is your decision and I will leave you to it. I had hoped that you would know by now; but that's ok. I bought you something. If you don't feel like opening it tonight, I'll understand.
He handed her the package, and leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. He then let himself out of the apartment.
Hermione didn't even see him go; she just stared at the package still in her hand. She slowly unwrapped it.
It was a leather bound journal. When she opened it, she gasped. George had filled the journal with his thoughts. However these were not handwritten thoughts it was actually a pensive.
Throughout the night Hermione relieved memory after memory. There was their first kiss. Then she saw the night they had made love for he first time, and the second and so on. He even put in some unhappy memories like the night she had gone off with Harry in their fifth year. She never knew how much that night had upset him. She laughed and cried. She finally got to the one of the final battle. She never knew what that night had done to him. She was speechless when she saw that he had saved her life.
Long into the night she used the pensive she went from cover to cover, and then fell asleep exhausted.
At the burrow, George was laying in bed. He prayed to a god that he had never believed in before. He prayed that Hermione would be there tomorrow. That she would promise to be his wife forever. He sighed and went to sleep prayers whispering in his head.