I knew you guys would hate what I did to George. I am really sorry! I love George too!

Disclaimer: If I were J.K. Rowling, then I'd own all this. But as I've said, I'm not.

Contraversial-Roses: See, I'm helping you become smarter :P George will get—um—better. Yeah.

Sw33t Vi3t: Ack! Don't kill the messenger! Well, Voldemort is evil, well beyond evil, and Hermione is being stupid, but all ends—well I guess you could say.

Pixieballerina: glad you thought so

Triniroo: George did absolutely nothing, I know. He's only caught up in all this. As for Hermione and the Prophecy, I know, but—well—you'll see. I'm pretending there was more to the prophecy.

daniel-radcliffes-girl: ya, it was. But here's the next chapter.

Ok, people, please pay attention to all of the info in this chapter, it's a very key chapter. I don't have too much to say so I'll get on with it.

::Start of Story::

Ron hurried out the door and leaned up against the house, his eyes closed. He couldn't keep the smile off his face. "She kissed me," he breathed.

"You bet she did!" Ron turned around, startled, to face a smiling Hermione. "Hey Ron," she began her smile slowly fading.

Ron sighed, knowing what was coming. "You made a mistake, I know."

Hermione shook her head. "No, the opposite actually. I haven't felt this way since you're brother," she faded off.

Ron just stared. "Are you saying, saying that,"

Hermione nodded this time and moved closer to him, and closer, and closer until they were kissing again.

At that exact moment, and very worried Harry came out the door. "Ron?!" he exclaimed upon seeing the two of them. "Hermione?" The two pulled apart immediately looking guilty.

"Um," Ron said.

"Hermione," Harry started, "I think you and I need to talk."

Hermione hung her head, ashamed. "Ok."

Harry walked over and led her away with his arm around her shoulders. He couldn't help but shoot a glare back at Ron.

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"Hermione? What the hell is going on?"

It was several minutes before Hermione spoke again. "I—I let George go Harry. I needed to move on."

"But so quickly?! And with his little brother!? Hermione, what are you thinking!"

"Quit acting like he might come back Harry!!" Hermione screamed suddenly overcome with rage. Everything she'd been feeling and held back came pouring out. "He's dead Harry! George Weasley is dead! He's not coming back! He left me! He left me here all by myself! Everything he'd promised, everything we planned," she choked back a sob and Harry pulled her into a hug.

"Oh, Hermione," he soothed as she cried into his shoulder. "Hermione, I lost someone too. And it's going to heal. Everything's going to be all right."

"But-but why am I s-so attracted t-to Ron?" she hiccupped.

Harry pushed her back. "When George left," Harry placed a hand over her heart, "he left a hole right here." Hermione seemed to be holding her breath. "He left a hole, that can never be filled. You-you're just trying to make it go away."

Hermione broke down again and Harry held her as she cried.

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Ron stood there for what seemed like hours. Finally, Harry and Hermione came out of the woods, Harry with his arm around Hermione. Hermione laughed a little and had a small smile in the corner of her mouth. As they neared Hermione gave Harry a small hug and hurried past Ron into the house.

"Well," Ron said incredulously, "you and Hermione seem very friendly."

Harry glared at Ron again. "We're friend's Ron. I was giving Hermione the comfort and support she needed. I can't say the same for her other—friend."

Ron growled and flew at Harry. Within seconds the two were rolling on the ground, friend against friend.

It was Fred who ended up pulling them apart. "What the hell are you two doing?" he roared. He was holding Ron by the collar as Harry stood there wiping the blood off his bottom lip. Angelina stood back looking horrified.

"He started it!" Ron accused still swinging wildly in Fred's grip.

"You lying—"

"I started it," Hermione murmured from behind them. "It's all my fault. I never should have come back!" With a sob she tore from the yard and was out of site before anyone reacted.

"Hermione!" Ron and Harry called out in unison. There was no answer. Fred dropped Ron and ran inside. Angelina was hot on his heels.

With an angry look at Ron, as though this was his fault, Harry took off in the direction Hermione had gone. Ron just stood there.

"I'm not doing such a great job am I George," he muttered before hurrying off after Harry.

I didn't put as much as I wanted to in this chapter but this seems like a good place to end it for now. Next chapter is all about what part Hermione plays in the prophecy and we see George again.

Useless fact of the day: 20252 is Smokey the Bear's own zip code.

All these facts are true by the way

Until the horse flies Chilli