A./N.: Hi everyone! I'm glad people liked the last chapter. I basically have the whole story set up on a piece of paper, but I'm not to sure how I'm going to write the whole thing. So, one last thing.

To everyone that read the story and didn't review!

Please review or else I'm not up-dating! It's sort of sad for me to not know what other people thought of my latest chapter.

Chapter 2

Hermione gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. George was watching her for any other reaction, just waiting for it. And come it did! Hermione broke down in fits of laughter as she clutched her stomach. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as the fit finally subsided.

George's eyes never left hers and a barely noticeable Weasley mark smirk, not like Malfoys, was starting to show. Hermione tried to straighten herself up the best she could, not noticing her blouse he fallen slightly in a way that George only need to look down from her face to have a view of her thin, 'figure.'

Hermione looked at George and blurted out, " Good one George! I haven't laughed so hard since I was at Hogwarts!" But the look on George's face any but one to laugh at. He had a sort of amused glint shining in his eyes and Hermione knew she was in for the greatest news of her life.

"You're serious about this, aren't you George?" Hermione stated as she stared at George in disbelief. "As serious as serious gets, 'Mione. Well, as serious as a Weasley can be really…" He looked at her shocked face and couldn't keep from laughing a little.

It was a natural thing for him to do. Being a twin and all. "Why Hermione! You so resemble a fish at the moment! You should see your face now, how terrible your face looks!" With that comment said, came a swat on the back side of his head.

"Oww!" He cried, in fake ignorance. Hermione smiled playfully as she sat back down in her chair. Reading the closest file she could grab while sipping her coffee, Hermione didn't notice when George came up behind her to read over her shoulder.

Hermione sighed as she finished reading the first main article as she drank the last drop of her coffee. "Hmm, pity. Thought for sure that Pansy Parkinson would make it through that divorce it's. It's a shame, seeing the suicidal note on the top of the page here."

George' voice was serious and well mannered. Almost as if he was really doing his job as Minister of Magic. That was hard to believe even though she already knew him to have 'matured' to a reasonable level. Somewhere a little above a third or fourth year.

'We can work at.' Hermione sighed again and thought about the upcoming week. Things were probably going to be hectic around here with George as the Minister of Magic! He walked over to the last door Hermione still yet hadn't checked. "Well, time for work!" He said going into the other room.

Hermione settled herself in for the long day that laid ahead of her. A note appeared out of nowhere. 'Hermione: Can you bring me a cup of coffee? - George." She smiled as she read the note, noting that George's handwriting was very beautiful, much nicer then her chicken scratch scribble.

She got up and went to the coffee machine down the hall, carfely making an extra large coffee for George. Once back in her office, Hermione levitated the coffee into the other room. It was kind of fun, seeing that she rarely even used the spell since she got out of Hogwarts.

"Thanks!" George yelled from where he sat busily in his office. Hermione spent the rest of the day editing paperwork and following George around the Ministry as he checked on each level and separate departments. By the time they got back to the head office, it was already 6 pm and Hermione's feet were killing her.

"I guess wearing heels on this job is out of the question." She said aloud while taking her navy blue shoes off and tossing them to the door leading to George's office. She winced, realizing he might have heard the noise. "Hope I'm not bothering him."

With a fresh cup of coffee in hand, Hermione started to relax in one of the overly stuffed armchairs around the room. She kept sipping her coffee until she felt all her stress start to melt away. Less then a second later, George walked in with an extra large coffee cup and sat down in the armchair opposite from Hermione.

They sat there quietly, enjoying the others company as they unconsciously stared at each other. Still sipping at their hot coffees, George was the first to break the silence. "You did a good job today Hermione." He said, smiling a most handsome smile her way.

Hermione decided to play along with whatever he was starting. "Oh thank you, Mr Weasley! I'll be able to sleep tonight knowing I won't be fired!" She said ecstatically smiling at George. Pearly white teeth shining through to George.

"Ah, a beautiful smile for a most beautiful woman." George said, rather boldly, as he took in Hermione's appearance. She was wearing a dark blue skirt that came an inch or two above the knee with a matching pair of dark blue heels. Though the were previously discarded by Hermione. She also had on a white blouse that buttoned down the front and a dark blue vest over top it that hugged her body perfectly.

Showing off some of her best formed curves. Her honey brown hair was no longer frizzy, but instead fell in soft curled ringlets around her face. Yes, she certainly was eye catching. Hermione's face turned a shade red enough to rival George's hair, before staring down at her feet.

The silence was killing her and an odd feeling started to form in the pit of her stomach just by the way George kept looking at her. She felt as if on naked on display, in front of a large crowed of people. Even though George and her were the only people in the room. The only people aloud in this room.

She had to admit though, he certainly had grown up since the last she saw him. His once firey red hair had calmed down a bit and took to a more darkened shade of its former color. His eyes were as blue as ever, she noted, as they kept on watching her over the rim of his coffee cup.

Standing up from her relaxing spot with George's eyes still about her, Hermione thought for sure she saw a look in his eyes she had never once seen before. Not sure on her analases, she bid George goodnight and walked out into the main lobby.

From there she walked to the fountain, the same one Harry had donated some galleons to. She stood stock still and concentrated on her destination before apparating back to her cozy flat. All she would need now is a nice, long bubble bath. A very long one at that, to ponder over her thoughts of the day.