Disclaimer-J.K. Rowlings owns everything in this fic. I only own the plot.

Forever With You

Chapter 4-Cloud Watching and Serious Discussions

Hermione spent the next few months at the burrow. These were extremely happy times for Hermione. She spent as much time as she possibly could with George. But they were very careful not to let any of the other Weasleys know about their relationship. George didn't even tell Fred what was going on. Hermione didn't really know why they never told any of the other Weasleys about their relationship. It's not as though any of the Weasleys would care that she and George were together. In fact Molly and Arthur would probably be overjoyed to hear that George had started dating Hermione. But, Hermione thought that it was more exciting and romantic when they keep it a secret. She and George took long walks together in the moonlight and they visited their clearing at least once a week. That's what they called it now: their clearing. It seemed so right that only they knew about it. Sometimes when Hermione was at work George would surprise her by visiting her at her office, but these visits were rare. They didn't want any of her coworkers to find out. So this was the routine that Hermione was settling into. She loved living at the burrow. There was never a dull moment, but she knew that she must eventually find a house and move out of the burrow.

Hermione brought up the topic of her moving into her own house, one day when she and George were sitting in the backyard. Everyone else was gone so they had the house to themselves, and they could sit outside and talk without being overheard.

"George, you know I can't live with your family forever. I need to start looking for my own house, soon," Hermione said.

"I wish you could stay here with me forever," George said while he played with the fingers on her hand. "I could live like this forever."

"I know, George. I love being here with you, too. This past month has been one of the happiest times of my life." Hermione said.

"I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes when I'm in bed at night, I just lay there and wonder why you are with me. I must be the luckiest man in the world to have a wonderful woman like you. What made you pick me, Hermione? You could have dated any man you wanted. Why would you choose me?" George asked.

"Because you are perfect," Hermione said simply.

"No, I could never be perfect. You deserve a way better man than I could ever be," George said.

"George," Hermione said and lifted his chin so she could look into his eyes, "You are the perfect man for me."

"Hermione..." George began.

"Shhh. I just want to sit here with you for a while," Hermione said. "Lie back and look at the clouds with me for a little bit. It's a beautiful day today," It was a beautiful autumn day. The leaves on the trees were just beginning to turn colors, and the leaves which were shades of red, brown, yellow and orange, made a strange contrast to the bright blue color of the sky. Puffy white clouds dotted the blue sky and a few birds could be seen soaring through the air. Hermione and George made a pretty picture; two beautiful young people lying on a blanket on the ground, staring up at the sky.

"That one looks like a dragon," George said.

"Where?" Hermione asked. "I don't see one that looks like a dragon."

"Over there," George said and pointed to one of the largest clouds in the sky.

"Oh, I see it now!" Hermione said. "But look at that one. It looks exactly like a unicorn."

Hermione pointed at the cloud she was talking about, but George wasn't looking at the clouds anymore. He was watching his lovely girlfriend's face. She had a huge girlish smile on her face and her eyes were lit up with happiness. It was then that George realized that she truly was happy to be with him, that she really did think that he was the perfect man for her, and that she was happiest when she was spending time alone with him. It was then that George finally realized that he was in love with this woman, and that he always would love her, and that she was the only woman that he would ever truly be happy with.

"George?" Hermione asked when he didn't say anything. "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm just thinking about how happy I am when I'm with you, and how I couldn't ever be happy if I didn't have you in my life." George said and then paused for a moment. "Hermione, I...I love you."

Hermione's expression changed from one of extreme happiness, to one of shock, and then back to one of happiness again. "George, I love you too!"

George didn't say anything else, he just pulled Hermione to his chest and kissed her. Hermione didn't know how long they had been lying there on the blanket kissing, all she knew was that all of the sudden something felt very, very wrong.