Disclaimer-J.K. Rowling owns everything in this fic. I only own the plot.
A/N-Hey, everyone. This story is a remake of my other story Only You. I'm taking the other one down and putting this one in its place. This story will follow the same plot line, I'm just going to add a bunch to it. It will be several chapters long and better than the last story. This first Only You was one of the first stories I had ever written, so I decided to fix it up. I hope you enjoy this. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think!
Only You
Chapter 1-Happily Ever After
"Hello, Hermione," George Weasley said to his girlfriend of five years, Hermione Granger.
"Oh, George, I've missed you so much," Hermione said as she ran toward him. When she reached him she pulled him close to her and began showing him just how much she really had missed him. "It's been to long since I've gotten to see you," Hermione said between kisses. "Gotten to hug you," They kissed again. "Mmm, gotten to kiss you. Oh I've missed you so much!"
George pulled her closer to him and said, "Ah, love, how I've missed you. I hate leaving you. And two weeks is such a long time."
Hermione ran her hands along his back and let them rest on the sides of his stomach, so she could pull away from him enough to look up at his face. "Yes, two weeks is a very long time. I hope you never have to leave this house, and me ever again."
"Hermione, I hate being away from you. I've missed having you sleep next to me; I missed waking up to the sound of your voice; I've missed coming home from the joke shop and having you waiting for me at the table with your parchment spread out everywhere and a quill in hour hand. You don't know how lucky I feel to have a beautiful intelligent woman like you waiting for me when I get home from work. I never thought I'd have all this," George said while looking around the room. "I have a beautiful girlfriend who brightens up this little house. She puts little touches of herself all around and makes me feel surrounded by her love."
"George, you are always surrounded by my love."
"I know, and for that I am a truly lucky man."
"George, honey, why are you acting so serious? I'm not used to you being anything but funny. Why haven't you even tried to make me laugh yet?"
"I just don't feel like joking around right now. Can't I be serious sometimes?"
"Well, of course you can. I...I didn't mean to offend you."
"George put his head in his hands and sighed, "No, don't apologize you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry, it's just been hard to be without you these past two weeks. I'm just a little bit stressed out."
Hermione smiled at him and said, "I bet I can think of a way to get you to relax."
"Oh, really? Do you really think you can make me relax, Miss Granger?"
"Why, yes, I do believe I can, Mr. Weasley."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go make up for lost time," George said giving her the famous Weasley grin and an affectionate pat on the bum."
"Now that sounds like a plan," Hermione said laughing as he picked her up and carried her out of the room.
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when Hermione woke up the next morning George had already left for Weasley's Wizard Wheeze. She smiled as she thought of him and how wonderful and special the night before had been. Whenever she was with George she felt special and loved. He was the perfect man (at least for her anyway). He was charming and funny, kind and unselfish. He was clever and playful and not to mention boyishly handsome with those cute dimples and sparking blue eyes. George was the only man for her. He was everything she wanted in a man, and hopefully, he would soon be her husband.
She stretched lazily before getting out of bed. As she headed toward the bathroom she spotted a beautiful pink carnation he had picked from their garden. Underneath the flower was a note.
Hermione,
Sorry I had to leave for you woke up. Fred and I have a lot of things to get done this morning. Have a wonderful day today. Good luck with the new story your writing. I'm sure it will be wonderful. I love you, darling, and I'm missing you already.
Love Always,
George
P.S. Last night was wonderful. Let's make tonight even more special.
Hermione picked up the flowered and smelled it's sweet fragrance. "I must be the luckiest girl in the world," she said as she thought of the flower that was in her hand. She remembered when they had talked about flowers one day about a month after she and George had started dating. She told George that she had never really like rose and he said, "Well of course not. Roses have become too common a flower. When men buy flowers for their loved ones they always bring roses, making them too common for anyone who was truly special."
"That's true. I have always liked carnations, though."
"When we get a house together, it will have carnations in the backyard, so that I can leave one for you every time I'm thinking of you." And that's why they did. George picked the little house in Hogsmeade because of the pink carnations in the backyard. Not that this bothered Hermione, she had always dreamed of living in a cottage like the one she and George shared.
Hermione got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. When she looked up she saw that George had magicked the words I Love You onto the mirror. She laughed and continued getting ready. She had made her way into the kitchen and was fixing herself a quick breakfast when she heard a tapping at the window.
"Well, hello there Hedwig," Hermione said. "Have you brought me a letter from Harry?" She opened the letter as she gave hedwig a bite of the piece of toast she had in her hand.
Hermione,
Meet me at the Three Broomsticks at noon. I really need to talk to you.
Harry
"Hmm, that's odd. Why didn't he just tell me in the letter. Oh well, I haven't seen him in a few weeks. It'll be nice to see him again." Hermione thought aloud.
Meanwhile at the joke shop
George was setting up the shop, getting it ready to open when he heard a knock on the door. "We're not open for another ten minutes, so unless you have an emergency prank to pull and need a quick fix come back a little later, kid."
"George, it's me, Harry."
"Bloody hell, why didn't you say so then, Harry?" George said as he unlocked the door. "What brings you here this early? I figured the ministry would have their top auror on some kind of secret mission or something."
"I took the day off. I needed to talk to you."
"About what Harry? Did you finally decide to tie the knot with that sexy Unspeakable at the ministry?"
"No, it's not that. You went to Ireland for a couple of weeks didn't you?"
"Yeah, Fred and I are trying to set up a joke shop there. Why do you ask?"
"Because I saw you there," Harry replied.
"Well, why didn't you say hello, then. What were you doing there anyway?"
Ministry business." Harry said dryly. "You weren't alone, George. You were in the company of a woman. A woman who was not my best friend Hermione."
"Bloody hell," George said. "I didn't mean to, Harry. You've got to understand. Please don't tell her."
"Why'd you do it? You've got the best girlfriend a man could ever want. Why would you risk that for a night with some blonde woman who wasn't even worth your time?"
"I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight. I'd had a bad day. The deal wasn't going as well as I would have liked it to go, and I missed Hermione."
"And you thought that sleeping with another woman would make you feel better? Merlin, I hope you're not really that stupid!"
I'm so sorry. I have felt so guilty. I've been trying to make it up to her, but I know she will never ever forgive me. I...I love her. I don't want to lose her. If she finds out about that other woman, she will leave me for sure." George said. "Please don't' tell her, Harry. I...I don't want to ruin our relationship. Harry, I...I want to marry her."
"Do you mean you want to lie to the woman you love. Your marriage would be based on lies. You have got to tell her, George."
"No, Harry don't...I can't."
"Or else I will, and I think she would like it a lot better if it came from you. Ask for her forgiveness, maybe she will believe that you are truly sorry and will take you back, but I guarantee that if she hears it from me, you'll never have another chance with her."
"I'll tell her, now is just not the right time," George pleaded. "Can't you just forget it ever happened? I will never cheat on her ever again. Harry, I made a mistake. Even you the perfect Harry Potter makes mistakes. Can't you just let it go?"
"No, George, I can't just let it go. If it was me, I would want to know. Hermione is my best friend. She has helped me out more times than I can count, she has even saved my life."
"Then why would you want to ruin hers?"
"I'm not the one who ruined her life," Harry said. "You've got until noon to tell her, or else I will." Harry said and then turned and walked out of the door.
"What have I done!" George screamed and sunk down to the floor and buried his face in his hands.
