Well my vacation was boring and it's really a relief to be back to the computer!! Ok last chapter was short but this one won't be I assure you. I'm going to try and make it really long. But anyways, better say this

Disclaimer: if I really owned all this I would not be sitting here writing this fan fiction

Ok, now the other thing

Sw33t Vi3t: Yes...crys...George!

George's Brother Fred: Well, they're not much of a trio right now...doesn't Voldy just suck

Pixieballerina: YAAY! runs around waving my ten!

daniel-radcliffes-girl: I'm back!

Contraversial-Roses: seriously? Don't worry, I'll be sure to end with another confusing remark :P

Kashiaga: Hey! You rhymed!

romantic shade of blue: yeah...vacation was a dud...but that doesn't matter...I'm hoooome!!

Ok, for all you Ron/Hermione lovers, you'll like this chapter. For all you George/Hermione lovers, please refrain from beating you're computer to a pulp while envisioning my face plastered on it. And all you people who jut like my story and don't give a care who ends up with who, you'll have a fun time choosing a side.

And without further ado (does anyone know what that really is?) I give you our feature presentation! (in short, story's starting)

Story Start

It took Ron three hours to work up enough courage to go see Hermione. He knew everyone else was at dinner, now was his chance. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the door to Ginny's room.

"Have you ever heard of knocking Ron?!" Hermione scolded him. He stared at her shocked. Her face was worn and tear-streaked but it seemed that was the only part of her that was mourning. She had put on a deep red camisole and was wearing short cutoffs, very short cutoffs. Her hair was strait and brushed back into a ponytail. Ron was taken aback and couldn't help but stare.

"Ronald Weasley, will you quit looking at me like I'm a piece of chicken!" She walked over to him and popped his mouth shut. "There. And quit drooling."

She made a move to brush by him but he quickly grabbed her arm. "Whoa Hermione! What's up?"

She sniffed, "I have no idea what you mean."

He slowly pulled her back into the room and closed the door. "Oh come on Hermione. Drop the cover. You were all mopey this morning and then you went outside for hours and when you came back in you went strait here and didn't talk to anyone. And now, I walk in here and find you looking all..." he trailed off unsure of the right word to use.

Hermione looked mildly pleased. "It's nothing Ron. I've let your brother go. It's been a year and I need to move on."

"So you don't...don't feel anything for him anymore?"

In answer to his question she leaned over and kissed him, long and hard. Ron was wide-eyed the whole time. When she pulled away they were both smiling. "There," she said a strange look of sadness and relief on her face, "I feel nothing for him at all."

"I guess taking care of her won't be so hard..." Ron muttered as Hermione left the room to go eat. Ron didn't move.

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George lay curled on the forest floor. Dried blood caked his face and arms. He moaned softly before letting out a bellow. "It's been over a year now! What are you keeping me here for! I am no threat to you! Let me go!!"

Voldemort seemed to appear before him. "Yes, you are no threat, no threat at all. But that bratty little witch friend of yours!" his hands clenched into tight fists.

"You leave Hermione alone you son of a—"

Voldemort cut him off with a laugh, "Oh but I can't!" He laughed again at the mix of anger and confusion on George's face. "You've been here, sobbing in your own blood and pity for a year, and you still don't know."

George thrashed out against his bindings. "I'll kill you! What do you want with her!?"

Voldemort smiled, "Oh, this is precious. Did your little girlfriend not tell you about her part in the prophesy? Did she not tell you about the startling surge in her magic?"

George glared at him but remained silent.

"No, I suppose she wouldn't. She never cared about you anyways."

"You're lying," George growled. "She loves me!"

Voldemort laughed again. "Really Mr. Weasley? What about the picture? What about...these,"

Pictures began to fill George's mind. Pictures of Hermione snapping at Mrs. Weasly, pictures of Hermione letting their picture flap into the wind, pictures of her kissing Ron.

"No!" George screamed out. He shut his eyes in pain but the pictures still burned into his brain. "Noooooo!"

Voldemort laughed as George squirmed helpless on the muddy grass.

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Harry looked up surprised as Hermione thumped down the stairs. She looked, well, really good in what she was wearing. He watched as Luna nudged him and eyed him questioningly. Hermione beamed at them all.

"Um, are you ok Hermione?" Ginny asked.

Hermione's smile just grew. "Oh yes. I'm quite fine. I hope I'm not too late for dinner."

Mrs. Weasley seemed to regain her composer. "Oh no! Of course not dear! Do come sit down."

Harry looked at the faces of the other people at the small table. Fred's gaze was nothing short of hatred. Angelina, who had stayed for dinner, lay a calming hand on his arm. He looked away, furious, as Hermione took her seat. Not a second too late, Ron stumbled in looking more stunned then anyone else at the table.

"I—I think I'm going to go take a walk," he choked out before running out the door.

Hermione jumped up just as Mrs. Weasley set her plate down. "You know what? A walk sounds lovely! I think I'll go join Ron." And with that she hurried out the door after him leaving the once cheering table in stunned silence.

Ok, so it wasn't as long as I had hoped it would be. But this one did have a lot of info crammed into it so I hope you paid attention. Next update should come soon.

Here's your useless fact for the day: Approximately 16 Canadians have their appendices removed, when not required, every day.

See, you never know when that might come up on a game show you could be on so from now on, just for you, I'm going to burn useless facts into your mind :P

Until Niagara Falls! (see Metal-head! Told you!)

Chilli