A/N: I own nothing I don't even think I own this message. I only own Christine and Casey. But really I am not making a profit from this so there is no real use of doing this message is there? Any way if you are one of the few people who read this message please review or else I'll forget to update.

A little thing called

Chapter two

A little thing called lies

Christine looked at her watch, pretending to look important. She pushed the door opened of the Department of Personal. And walked up to the desk with a blond woman sorting papers. Behind her was the motto 'If They pay tax they are here.' Christine could contain her self she had to roll her eyes at this.

"How may I help you?" Asked the woman in a dizzy way.

"I need to speak to your boss." Christine wasn't going to deal with the little people she was going straight to the top. Casey meant so much to her.

"Um…do you have an appointment?"

"Do you have an appointment?" Responded Christine. "Look I work for…" Christine eyes darted around the room "Glass and Co, a high profile legal ferm, and I need to speak to your boss for a high profile case."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Just go straight through. He'll be with you in a minuet."

"Thank you."

Christine walked through. She knew the easiest way would have to been to go back to WWW but she didn't want to face George again. For many reasons.

"Next!" Called a voice.

Christine looked around her. No one was there. Was he trying to sound smart and important. Once again she rolled her hazel eyes.

She stood and walked into the room. The first this she saw was a the name of the man. 'Harry J. Potter.'

"Typical." She muttered.

"How may I help you?" He asked in a try-hard charming way. "Glass and Co. I never heard of it. Must be really exclusive."

"You would think that the Man who 'saved' the world many times 'by himself'would have better security wouldn't you? There is many ways they you could be killed. Like right now I could lift my wand and Bang you would be dead."

Harry smiled and leaned forward.

"I like a woman who speaks her mind."

"I highly doubt it."

"How would you know?"

"You don't seem the type who actually like a woman for her personalty."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Really, I do like a girl with brains."

"Yeah two of them, and they have to be really big. Right?"

Harry found this quite amusing and he leaned back in his chair.

"So what did you come here for I highly doubt it's to talk about my type of women?"

"Ok I'll cut the small talk. I need to find someone."

"For Glass and Co.?" He smiled.

"Yep. Glass and Co."

"Well you came to the right place. Who are you looking for?"

"Fred Weasley."

The colour in his face dropped.

"Why?"

"Because I want to hand him over to the new dark lord." Snapped Christine.

"What's in it for me."

Christine rolled her eyes.

"You helped drive the one person he loved out of his life. So I think you might get to be able to sleep at night."

"I didn't know it was fake, Ron told me…" Harry stood then he looked at her.

"How did you know?"

Christine stood.

"Glass and Co. might be fake. But I know a lot of things that aren't. So tell me where the hell is Fred Weasley. I have something of his to hand to him."

"What is it?"

Christine looked around the office on the walls were pictures of him when he was at Hogwarts and next to one that had a picture of Ron Hermione and himself was a picture of a little boy about the same age as Casey.

"Who's the boy?"

"My son. James."

"Who's the mother?"

"Luna. She's died, giving birth to him."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. She was young."

"So you raised a son by yourself?"

"Not completely. I had the Weasley family."

Then an idea hit Christine.

She turned to him.

"Does James have a lot of friends?"

"Not really." He responded in a sad tone. "He doesn't fit in at school."

"If I get Fred Weasley's address, you me and James and Casey could go out for an ice cream or something."

Christine had leant many years ago when a guy was trying to flirt with her and Harry was eating out of the plam of her hand.

Harry smiled.

"Trying to set our kids up?"

"Or I could also set up a reunion, with Hermione."

Harry's face lit up.

"Yes that one, please."

Christine turned around and smiled at him.

"I would like a picture of him I would also like to have a home address for him and work."

Harry went through his draws and pulled out the things he needed to give to Christine.

"No wedding ring." Commented Harry. "I wouldn't mind if we went and got an ice cream together sometime."

Christine walked to the door.

"Trust me Potter. You wouldn't want to go out with me. Bye."

"Shit" He muttered.

"Hey 'Mione." Greeted Christine as she caught Hermione at the drinking fountain. It was Hermione's first day working at the Daily Prophet.

"Hey. How did it go?"

"Your going to hate me."

"What did you say Christine?"

"Um…I was going to set up a reunion for you and Harry."

"Christine!"

"Oh yeah he asked me out as well. These English guys must be desperate."

Hermione shook her head.

"So are you going to see Fred now?"

Christine nodded.

"Do you want to come as well?"

"I think I better. I mean I have to don't I? I can hardly let you say that I had his child."

"I think you go and get Casey and I go and butter him up."

Christine went to leave.

"I think you want to spend some alone time with George."

"Oh yeah. And on my way back I can have some hot and steamy time with Potter. Speaking of Potter, did you know he had a kid, to a chick called Luna?"

"How did you know that?"

"People trust me for some reason."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Out of the corner she saw a tall red head.

"I got to go."

"Sure half an hour."

Hermione scurried away.

"Came back for more, Hay?" Smiled George flexing his muscles.

"Ok George. Person. You don't want to be flirting with me. OK. I'm here to see Mr Fred Weasley."

"What do you want to do with me?" Asked Fred behind her.

"Mr Weasley,"

"Call me Fred."

"Well Fred, I am a lawyer. And I'm here to speak to you on a legal matter."

"Is it about the shop?"

"Nothing to do with the shop."

"Then what?"

"Your personal life."

"Fred doesn't have a personal life." Said George.

Christine ignored it.

"Um…Mr Weasley, Fred it's about Miss Granger."

Fred almost past out.

"What about Hermione?"

"Is she sick? Is she dead? She's dead isn't she? My family killed her, bloody typical. George shut up the shop."

George flipped the closed sine over.

"Hermione is fine…well heath wise. What you did to her really hurt her."

"I didn't do anything."

Christine shook her head.

"Don't give me that Bull shit." Said Hermione standing between the shelves.

"Hermione!"

Fred got up and walked over to her.

"Mr Weasley. I would like to advise you to sit down." Warned Christine.

Fred sat down, but George stood there staring at Hermione.

"You too George."

He didn't need to be told twice.

Casey popped her head out behind her mother.

"Who are you?" Asked Fred looking at her red hair and brown eyes.

"Your daughter."

Silence.

"That's why you hit me."

George looked at her. Fred passed out.

George bent down beside her.

"What's your name?"

"Casey Christine Granger."

"What a nice name." He turned his head to Christine. "Do you think she looks anything like me?" Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"Nah she pretty."

"That hurt."

Casey looked at him.

"I have an Uncle." She whispered.

"You have about six and one Aunty. But I'm your favourite, right?"

Casey smiled.

"Yes. Of cause. So can I get this stuff off half price?"

"Nah." Smiled George as he ruffled her hair.

"Isn't anyone caring that my dad in nocked out?"

George shook his head.

"Since your mum left he…ah…didn't eat and was always fainting. Oh look he's coming too."

Fred sat up slowly he looked at Hermione then at his daughter.

Casey walked over to him.

"I'm Casey."

Fred wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes.

George offered her a hankie cause he was crying as well.

"Hermione, will you please come back to me?"

Hermione looked at Fred and shook her head.

"I'm sorry. Casey wanted to meet you. She wants you to be part of her life. But I don't want to be part of yours. All I will be to you is the mother of your child. Not a girlfriend not a wife not a partner."

"Is their someone else?" Questioned Fred.

"No. But I cant be with you, ok. Your family hates me and you didn't trust or believe me. That's why. Come on Casey and Christine."

"But I want to spend time with my dad." Complained Casey.

"Casey do what your mother says." Said Christine as she bent down to Casey and Fred who was sitting the floor. "I'll bring you back tomorrow." She whispered to Casey.

"Thanks." She muttered.

"Mum he's not married or got a girlfriend. Why don't you want to give it another shot?" Nagged Casey, in a very Weasley way.

"We are not going to talk about this. Ok Casey. Deal with it."

"I HATE YOU!" Shouted Casey as she stormed out of the room.

Hermione broke down into tears.

"Come on Mione. She's a teenager she's meant to hate you until she needs money, then it either selling drugs or asking you for money." Explained Christine as she unloaded the shopping into their apartment.

"Comforting thought." Muttered Hermione.

"Didn't you ever tell your mum that you hated her?"

Hermione shook her head.

"I guess you had the perfect family didn't you."

"What's that meant to mean?"

"Well you had the perfect family, your parents loved you, you never had to worry about money."

"You have no idea what my life was like."

"Oh yeah sorry I forgot…you where always trying to save the world."

Hermione looked at her with hatred.

"Voldermolt was trying to kill my best friend." When Hermione said that she realised that Christine never talked about her life before she met them, only little snippets like when her own father told her to get out of his life.

"I don't have to listen to this fucking bull shit. I'm leaving." Christine grabbed her bag and Apperated away.

Hermione cursed herself as she trotted up to bed. It was going to be a long night.

Christine stepped into the 'Three Broomsticks' and sat at one of the tables. Hermione knew nothing, nothing about her. That her father turned her away when her own mother was killed my Voldermolt in front of her. Who cares if he was a bloody werewolf?

"Is this set taken?" Asked a voice. Christine looked up and saw George standing there.

"It is now."

George sat down.

"Your not going to punch me again, are you?"

"No." She responded in a tired way.

George didn't know what came over him but with the fact that she could beat him up in the front of his mind he put his arm around her. Even more to his surprise she rested her head on he shoulder.

"Is it always this could here?" She asked.

"Pretty much and it's summer." He replied brushing some hair way from her face.

"I might move back home then." Christine muttered snuggling into him.

"No!" She looked up at him. "I mean, what about Hermione and Casey?"

"They have Fred now they don't need me."

George didn't want her to leave, he didn't know why he wanted her so much. He craved her. Last night his dreams where full of her face her curves her smile her long dark eyelashes her quick whit and her beautiful mouth.

They sat in silence for half an hour with his arm wrapped around her.

It wasn't long until they were told to leave because it was closing time.

When they walked out side Christine turned to George.

"Are you going to ask be back for a drink or what?" With this he kissed him. It wasn't like all the other kisses that both of them had it was something more, they both felt something.

"Sure."

Now I don't want everyone thinking that Christine is a slut. Because in the next chapter you will see why. Ok I think we all know who her dad is by the werewolf comment.

So any ideas. Please tell me.

Ok heres a poll and it's going to go over a number of weeks.

Who do you want Christine to end up with?

1)George Weasley

2)Ron Weasley

3)Harry Potter

Who do you want Hermione to end up with?

1)George Weasley

2)Ron Weasley

3)Harry Potter

4)Fred Weasley