A/N- Hey well I have no clue if anybody is still reading this but maybe once a month I still get a review and it was annoying me how I never finished this. I think I will try to make two more chapters after this. I just don't have time for everything. If you have read this story and have enjoyed it, then thank you very much. And I truly am sorry for the prolonged wait.

I would like to think everybody who had helped me with this. The reviews gave me some ideas and I have considered every one and take fragments from most of them. Thank you for that.

The ideas to help me continue were what made me decide to go on. More on the bottom.

Gone and Coming Back

Chapter 14 (If I remember correctly)

~*~*~*~ 4 Months Later *~*~*~*~

"George where do you want this?" Hermione called to her boyfriend George as she walked into his house struggling to carry a rather heavy lamp. She heard footsteps coming towards her and the lamp was lifted out of her arms by much stronger ones.

"Ah brilliant!" George exclaimed like a little child who had just opened a gift on Christmas. "This color matches the rug." He continued as he put the new lamp with a brown base on a nearby table. 

Hermione wasn't exactly thrilled with the lamp, or the rug. Brown was not a good color in her mind, yet George begged to differ. How she could put up with somebody who said orange is the new black was beyond her. She decided a while ago that he most be colorblind, or just insane.

"So what do you think? Best house you've ever seen?" George asked as he walked up to her and put his arms around her waist.

Hermione smiled and looked around. She couldn't exactly argue with him on that one. The house was perfect in her opinion. George had bought it when he decided he couldn't live in Fred's guesthouse anymore (finally!). While the house was wonderful, Hermione thought it was too big for just George. It had three bedrooms, two full bathrooms, a kitchen, dining room, and a nice living area. Apparently it didn't seem big to him, though.

"It's great. I really do love it George. I just still don't know why you need this much space! You spend most of the time at my apartment anyways!" Hermione said looking at her boyfriend. A few months earlier, when she decided her stay would be permanent, she rented a small but nice apartment in a city near Fred's house and the burrow. Most of the time, George had gone over there and they rarely went to the guesthouse.

"Oh but Hermione do you really think a person as creative as I cannot think of a purpose for those extra bedrooms?" George grinned and Hermione laughed.

"There is no doubt in my mind that you can think of something to do with them." She grinned back before kissing him.

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Later that evening everybody was at the new house of course. Molly was telling Hermione to help George with decorating. She shamelessly criticized Georges ideas for making the wall in one of the spare bedrooms polka dotted. Lavender joined in the conversation about Ron also having awful taste in colors and patterns.  Ginny was talking to Angelina about one thing or another.

George, Harry, Ron, Arthur and Fred were all in the kitchen, where a man should be. But they were sitting lazily around the table talking about their wives, girlfriends, and their lives in general.

"So George. I think we all know the reason you bought this house. While the girls may have no idea, you obvious want Hermione to move in with you." Fred said to his brother remembering how he had done just the same with Angelina. Of course, he picked out the house without her consent and she refused to move in until it was redone to her liking.

"Well Fred, I think your right with that one. I was planning on telling her tonight, in fact. I've been thinking about things a lot and it's the right time. In fact, I was thinking of asking a little something more then just her moving in…." George said and grinned happily at his idea for later that night.

Meanwhile, in the living area the girls had come together and were talking on the couch.

"So I got a letter from Alicia yesterday." Angelina said. Everybody nodded at her to continue. "She's doing fine I guess, still a bit insane if you ask me. But she does sincerely apologize for everything she did."

"Well, I'm glad she is doing better. I cannot say I hate her anymore. That night when Dumbledore came to the door was probably one of the oddest memories I will ever have. When Dumbledore told us how she had been the potions master at Hogwarts and made illegal love potions just so she could make men fall in love with her and give her money, I was truly thinking she was insane. Now I realize, that she was in a desperate situation and I can't hate her for that. I'm just glad she hadn't yet used the potion on George. Then I would have hated her." Hermione said remembering that night.

It had been a shock to them all to see Dumbledore. He was as healthy as he had been when they attended Hogwarts where he was still the headmaster. It was even more of a shock when they learned of Alicia's situation. Apparently, she had gone broke betting on quidditch games and taken a job at Hogwarts where she then used her position as potion master to steal ingredients for illegal love potions. After this, she quit Hogwarts and found random men who fell in love with her on the influence of the potion and married her, giving her tons of money. Before she soon after divorced them. It was a brilliant plan actually, but she hadn't fooled Dumbledore.

She had been taken away to have a wizard trial where she there gave her money back to those innocent men she took it from. She was put into counseling for her gambling problems and to help her put her life back together. Hopefully, one day she would be a decent person again.

"Anyways, Hermione," Angelina continued changing the subject, "George has this decent size house, though way to big for him, all to himself. I remember when Fred did the same and shortly after asked me to move in with him." She raised her eyebrows at Hermione and the others also waited to hear what Hermione would say.

"Well, I have wondered if those were his intentions but I'm not sure yet. You raised a very confusing son Molly. His mixed signals about the future are killing me!" Hermione told the group.

And it was true; Molly knew George was sending mixed signals. But she also knew of his plans later that night. A mother's intuition. Yes, molly knew beforehand that George was about to ask Hermione to marry him.

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A/N- DONE! Okay that didn't take very long. I decided jumping into the future was the best way to handle this chapter. Only a few more to come so I hope you liked this one.  OH AND HER DIABETES WILL COME UP SOON!

I do not have diabetes. I am, however, at risk because it runs through both of my families. Usually appears later on in life, and my dad may have it. My uncle has a type, which I am not sure of im really not that educated on it which is why I intend to learn more about it, and he is now blind and it has really made his life hard. I haven't really read a fic where Hermione has a 'muggle' disease and I didn't want one where she will die after two months of saying I love you to George.

I got a lot of ideas from many people wanting Dumbledore somehow mentioned. Even more people wanted Alicia to be a convict or to have done something bad. I didn't make her that bad, sorry if that saddens you. PLEASE review! And hopefully I will update soon. Thank you for being patient! Also if you would like to comment to me personally, my screen name on aim is vanishingxhope and I love talking to readers. Thanks!

And thanks to Lindsey for updating her fic, which then made me update mine. Much love.