Chapter Seven

I Love Her .Part 2.

Hermione sat on George's bed listening to the sounds of Mrs. Weasley yelling at her two sons. After Mrs. Weasley stunned them she found out from Hermione exactly what was going on. Mrs. Weasley was quite surprised by Hermione's news. She had always thought that Hermione wouldn't end up with Ron. She wasn't exactly sure Hermione's love was genuine but come to think of it she had noticed George seemed so much happier whenever he was with Hermione.

She eventually brought her stunned sons in side the house and unleashed her wrath. Fred had come in the room laughing hystarically when he noticed Hermione.

"Never did I think I would see the day," he shook his head. "Ron had it coming though. I mean who could resist a twin?"

Hermione gave him a weak smile. "You knew how George felt didn't you?"

"Of course. We aren't twins for nothing. Ever since he thought you been with Ron he's been bloody annoying. Moping around all the time. Thank you," Fred took Hermione's hand and shook it.

"Um…for what?" she asked, confused.

"For picking him. Ron loved you sure but you're not his "one." He'll find her someday. George on the other hand. I never seen anyone so upset as George was. You are his one. He really loves you Hermione and I give you my blessing," he dropped her hand and grabbed something of his desk.

"Thanks Fred. That means a lot to me," Hermione felt relieved. She wasn't going to be totally hated in the Weasley household.

"Hello Fred," George walked into the room. His left cheek was red from where Ron had hit him. "Hermione," he nodded in her direction.

"I shall take that as my cue to leave," Fred swiftly walked out the room.

George made his way over to the bed and took a seat next to Hermione. "Are you o.k.?" he reached out and let his fingers glide over her cheek.

"I'm fine," Hermione could still hear Mrs. Weasley yelling. George noticed her stare at the door.

"Don't worry. Mum won't hurt him too bad," he chuckled.

Hermione looked at him. "Are you o.k. George?" her eyes full of concern.

He took Hermione's hand in his and their fingers intertwined. "Never better."

Mrs. Weasley climbed the steps and stopped outside the twins' room. Ron had disappeared into his room. She knew she had to give him time. It was a hard situation to be in. Brothers who loved the same girl. Ron was heartbroken. All Mrs. Weasley had to do was give him space. He's come around eventually. She heard laughter float through the semi open door and peered in.

Hermione and George were perched on George's bed. They were holding hands but were both struggling against each other. George finally managed to hold Hermione's thumb in place.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! I win!" he exclaimed in delight.

"No fair," Hermione laughed. "You have an advantage. Your thumbs are so much longer than mine."

"Ah, well, you're in for it now. You should have never taught me this game you know. I can become quite obsessed with things like these," George's voice sounded muffled.

"Obsessed with thumb war?" Hermione giggled. "You are very odd Mr. Weasley."

"You have no idea," George smirked, leaning into Hermione.

"Ahem," Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat. George whipped away from Hermione and Hermione's cheeks turned bright pink. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour. I was thinking it be best if um…we give Ron some time alone." Both Hermione and George nodded solemnly.

Mrs. Weasley left the room and pulled the door shut behind her. She could hear Hermione start to giggle again. If she had had any doubt that Hermione loved her son it had evaporated. The love she witnessed in Hermione's eyes just now was the same of that she and Arthur shared from time to time. Maybe even stronger.

Mrs. Weasley began to whistle her little tune and headed downstairs to finish dinner.

-End FLASHBACK-

"Hermione dear, time to get up," a voice called in the distance.

"Hmmm," Hermione murmured. She opened her eyes to find Mrs. Weasley above her. "Ginny and Harry are here Arthur was home a while ago. Dinner is served. And there's a surprise downstairs."

Hermione slowly followed Mrs. Weasley downstairs to the kitchen. A tall red head stood a few feet away his back faced to them.

"Fred," Hermione shouted.

The red head turned around and smiled. "Hermy," he held out his arms. She rushed into them gladly. It had been too long since she had seen her brother-in-law. He looked so different. Once the jokester, he was now serious and sullen, ever since George had gone missing and eventually ruled dead. His hair was cute short and Hermione was able to see his face. It was dark and tanned but his eyes still sparkled that green colour he and George sported.

After George passed Fred joined a group that worked together to bring peace. It didn't last long. Only a month after George was gone Harry defeated Voldermort and peace reigned throughout the wizarding world. Fred then joined a group that helped put the community back together after the devastating loses of the war. He traveled through the world. This was the first time Hermione had seen him since his left London.

Mrs. Weasley wiped the tears from her eyes. Fred let go of Hermione. Mr. Weasley came up beside his son. His face was serious. Fred nodded to his dad. "Hermione, there's something we need to tell you."

"Arianna? Where is she," Hermione panicked.

"She's doing splendidly. She's with her Auntie Ginny and Uncle Harry in the living room. There's something we need to tell you first before we can tell anything else," Fred replied.

Mrs. Weasley eyes widened and she looked at her husband questioningly. By this action Hermione assumed she didn't know what was going on either.

"Arthur?" her voice wavered.

"Come on," Fred led them to the table. "Sit."

"What is this about?" Hermione stood where she was. She wasn't called stubborn for nothing. She wasn't going to sit. She wanted to know was going on.

"It's about George," Fred's eyes locked onto Hermione's. She could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Wh…wh…what about him?" Hermione stuttered.

"He's alive," Fred continued to talk but Hermione could hear anything. "He's alive," ringed in her ears. She hit the floor.

Author's Note - Alright, I've had some reviews where people seem confused about George. With this chapter and note I hope everything becomes clearer. If you remember in the prologue it is mentioned that George is in a German hospital and he wakes up. Now throughout the story so far everyone thinks George is dead.Future chapters are going to explain why.The prolgue should be a hint that he's not in fact dead. It's a little mystery and you have to keep reading to figure it out. P.S. Again thank you to all my reviewers.