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Author's Note: The long awaited Chapter 4. I love all of my faithful reviewers! You guys are the bomb-diggity!!! (I don't know what the HELL that was... Spur of the moment thing, ya know?) Anyways... Onward!

Chapter Four: Conversing

George and Hermione were in the waiting room in St. Mungo's sitting as far from each other as possible, pretending to be deeply absorbed in read the Daily Prophet. Suddenly, the sound of a small crowd shouting broke the silence of the hospital. Justin, Draco, Sarah, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Luna, Fred, and Michael had apparently Flooed into the same grate with exceptionally bad timing, causing new arrivals to land on one another. The witch at the counter glanced at them lazily over the latest edition of Witch Weekly and muttered, "Silencio", and went back to reading her magazine.

Everyone stopped for a moment to glare at the witch, but she was too absorbed in her magazine to notice. Then, the group ran over to either Hermione or George. Draco, Justin, and Sarah obviously went to Hermione while everyone else went to George.

Hermione stood up and looked at everyone. "Finite Incantatem," she said quietly sitting back down in her seat.

"Thanks, Mione," Justin gasped gratefully.

"How is she?" Draco said in a low voice.

Hermione looked up at the three tiredly. She looked terrible. Her hair was in disarray, and she had bags under her bloodshot eyes. "They're not sure. The Healer said that she fell and landed on her head. She has a blood clot near her brain, and with Emily being so young and all..." Hermione choked.

Sarah kneeled in front of Hermione and hugged her. "Oh Mione... You've been through so much..." she murmured softly patting Hermione's back. "Em will be alright. She'll pull through this. We all know what a strong girl Emily is. Look at who she has for a mother!"

"My baby... My poor Emily..." Hermione sobbed. "What have I done?"

"Mya," Justin whispered, "it's not your fault. It was an accident." Sarah, Draco, and Justin enveloped her into a huge hug.

Everyone else stopped talking and watched the group of four hugging each other; each of them feeling a pang of guilt. They started to make their way towards Hermione when a Healer walked into the waiting room.

"Is Miss Granger here?" the Healer asked glancing at his clipboard.

Hermione stood up and walked over to the Healer. "Is Emily awake yet?" she asked in a tremulous voice.

"Yes she is, Miss Granger. She asked for you the moment she got up," he replied kindly. Instantly, Hermione sprinted to Emily's room.

The Healer looked at everyone else. "I think Emily needs a minute with her mother. After a while, you may all go in to visit her. Good day to you all," he said walking away.

Everyone sighed and began settling themselves into a chair when Mrs. Weasley ran in breathlessly. She looked very angry.

"George Weasley!" she shouted. "What's all this talk about your daughter being in St. Mungo's? You don't even have a daughter!"

"Actually mum," Fred began, "he does have a daughter. Her name is Emily."

"What?!" Mrs. Weasley looked thunderstruck. "Why did I not know about this?"

"Because he didn't know until earlier today, mum!"

Mrs. Weasley's face was blank. "Well, who's the mother? Is it that girl, Katie Bell?" she said the name as if it were something disgusting. It was common knowledge that Mrs. Weasley never like Katie. She struck her as a "dumb blonde".

"Eye nee..." George mumbled after a moment of silence.

"Who? Speak up!"

"It's Hermione."

"Hermione?"

"Yeah."

"But... But I haven't seen her in so long!" Mrs. Weasley was confused. She didn't know about what happened that night. Only that all of a sudden, Hermione stopped coming over to the Burrow.

"Well..." Ginny began.

"It's all their fault," Draco said suddenly.

In 15 minutes, Draco told Mrs. Weasley about everything that had happened since that night. When he finished, Mrs. Weasley was on the verge of tears, looking at George in disgust. "George," she said in a low, angry voice. "You cheated on Hermione with that, that, stupid, no-good, 2 cent whore?" Mrs. Weasley let out a hollow laugh. She walked over to George and smacked him upside the head. "I don't blame Hermione one bit for leaving you that night!" She looked at everyone else. "How could you all not tell Hermione what was going on? George isn't the only one at fault here! How could you all be so stupid?"

They all stared at the ground in shame, except for Michael, who had fallen asleep in his chair.

Suddenly, Hermione walked into the waiting room, looking a bit happier. "She's fine you guys..." her voice faded as she saw Mrs. Weasley. "Hello..."

Mrs. Weasley walked over to Hermione and hugged her. "Oh dear," she said hugging her. "You've been through so much!"

"I know..." Hermione whispered.

"Arthur and I are always going to be here for you, no matter what, alright Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley smiled comfortingly.

"Yes."

"Well then," Mrs. Weasley straightened up. "I want to see my granddaughter!" She turned around quickly. "George! George, get over here. You need to at least talk to your daughter." George got up and walked over to his mother staring at the ground.

When they were in the room, they saw Emily in her bed, her head wrapped with a thick, white bandage.

"Hi mum," she said weakly. "Who's that?" she pointed at Mrs. Weasley.

"That's your grandma, sweetie," Hermione said sitting at the foot of her daughter's hospital bed.

"Your hair," Emily said softly to Mrs. Weasley, "it's the same color as mine!"

"Yes it is," Mrs. Weasley smiled. "What's your name?"

"Emily, but my mom calls me 'Lee'. She said that's what I called myself when I was learning how to talk. Sometimes, if she's in a great mood, she'll call me 'Dubblee', because it sounds like 'double E', and my middle name is Elizabeth, so... yeah..."

Mrs. Weasley walked over to Emily's bedside, beckoning George to do the same. "You're my dad," Emily said suddenly looking at George. She looked at her mom to see that she had fallen asleep.

"Mom told me a lot about you, but she never said your name. She doesn't hate you, you know," Emily said quietly. "She was just... really surprised to see you at Diagon Alley. I know my mom. She can't hold grudges for that long, but sometimes she has these... emotional spurges where she's either really happy or really mad. You just caught her when she wasn't feeling too great, so don't feel bad."

George gave Emily a tiny smile. "She was always like that, I'd forgotten," he said softly stroking his daughter's cheek.

Emily looked at her father and took in his appearance. They locked eyes for a moment, and then Mrs. Weasley said abuptly, "I really must be getting home George. Your father will be home any minute, and I've left Charlie there long enough." With a tiny 'pop!' she was gone. George looked back at Emily only to see her sleeping peacefully.

He looked at Hermione. She was smiling slightly in her sleep, but the smile wasn't the one he remembered. It had a touch of bitterness in it. He kissed her forehead softly, and sank into a chair on the side of the bed falling asleep holding Hermione's and Emily's hand.

Everyone else walked in, and stopped. They saw the George, Hermione, and Emily sleeping so they turned around and looked at each other smiling slightly.

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Author's Note: Thank you to all of my reviewers, once again! Please wait patiently for the next chapter, I'm still deciding on what will happen next. Millions of possibilities, you know...

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