Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing but Honey, Tiara, and the plot.
Chapter One: Once Again
Flashback:
"I love you, George," Hermione stated.
George grinned. "And I love you, Miss Granger," he said as he proceeded to kiss her.
Hermione Granger and her friend, Tiara Thorn, walked down the street, talking about their jobs, or their lack thereof. Tiara said, "See, now my pathetic-ness is all right, seeing it's just me. But you, Hermione, you've got to worry about Honey, and you can't live with your parents forever, girl."
"You know I'm trying my hardest to find a job, Tiara. It's just…I never graduated Hogwarts, I left in the middle of my sixth year."
Tiara shook her head. "Yes, I know. But Hermione, you told me that Honey's father was loaded. He could help you, he is after all her father, and it's his job to help care for her too. You're not alone." But then thinking for a moment, Tiara added, "Who is the father anyway? You never told me his name."
Honey was Hermione's five month baby. It was Honey that made Hermione leave Hogwarts in the middle of her sixth year, along with all her friends, never to be seen again. But Hermione didn't resent the child; she loved Honey with all her heart, from her mop of red hair to her tiny toes. She said, "I never even told him that I was with child."
"He doesn't even know! Hermione Granger!"
Tiara was now Hermione's best friend, she was the Granger's next door neighbor and they had met soon after Hermione had moved back in with her parents. She was nineteen to Hermione's eighteen and somewhat loud. Hermione replied, "Tiara, he wouldn't want Honey, I don't even have to ask him to know that."
"But Hermione, he has a right to know. Besides, you broke my hand three times during that delivery and I was hoping to pass onto him that same pain. After all, I had thought that he had simply left you. Not that you never told him about Honey in the first place," Tiara yelled. Yeah, did we say, somewhat? We meant really loud.
Hermione glanced up and down the street; everyone within a twenty-foot radius was now staring and the three. Hermione hissed, "Tiara Marie Thorn, keep your voice down."
"No! Hermione, when I asked you, you told me that Honey's father was gone. Now I find out it was the exact opposite. You were the one that was gone, and without even telling the man he was a father."
Hermione was bouncing Honey up and down, trying to keep her calm through all the yelling. "Tiara, what was I was supposed to do? He wouldn't want Honey."
"You told a bit about her father, and if what you tell me was true, I'm positive he would have wanted Honey."
"No, he wouldn't have. He was only nineteen, and he had a business to run. Do you really think he would have wanted to deal with a pregnant student?" Hermione was yelling now too, even though Honey was starting to wail.
"We have to find him and tell him."
"No, we don't."
Everyone was staring at the pair as if a popular soap opera. Tiara said, "Come on, what is his name? The only part of I know is Weasley and that's because that's what's on Honey's birth certificate. What is his name?"
"Fine, you want to know? It's George. George Weasley."
"Is someone calling for a Weasley?" a voice from the crowd said.
Both Hermione and Tiara turned to see a tall man, with vibrant red hair and freckles everywhere. Hermione stopped still and turned a deathly shade of pale. Then she said, "Tiara, run!"
"Is he a mugger? I've always wanted to do this. Hey, everyone. He's got a gun!" Tiara shouted before running back the way they'd been coming.
Both the girls only got a short distance before someone grabbed their arms. Hermione saw who it was and said, "Get away from me, George. I don't need your help with my daughter."
At the word 'daughter', the man let his arm drop, releasing the girl and her daughter. He just stood there as people fled from him; they had, apparently, chosen to believe Tiara's words.
Finally, when he realized he couldn't' stand there any longer for the Muggle law enforcement was coming, he quickly fled into an alley and apparated back to the flat he shared with his brother over their shop.
When he got there, he saw his twin sitting in one of the chairs. The one in the chair said, "Well, that was quick Fred."
"Well, I ran into someone," Fred replied, taking a seat of his own.
The other twin, George, looked interested immediately. "Oh? Who?"
"Miss Hermione Granger."
George's heart stopped. Secretly, he's been hoping it was her, he missed her so much. "Really? Where?"
"On Row Street. But listen, George, she thought I was you."
"She thought you were me? I would have thought…"
Fred continued as if George hadn't said a word. "And she said something that puzzled me. 'I don't need your help with my daughter'. Do you have any idea what she might have meant? I mean you didn't…"
George looked at his feet. He'd never told his brother, he thought that he might be angry. After all, everyone knew that Ron fancied Hermione, and in the Weasley family, if you were caught even thinking about another's girl, you were dead. Not that Hermione was Ron's girl; he'd never even asked her out.
Fred interpreted George's silence, "George, how could you? You did? Did you know that she had a child?"
George shook his head. "I wonder why she never told me."
"Good God, man! You didn't..."
George didn't need Fred to finish that sentence; he knew what he was going to say. "You didn't rape her, did you?" Angry with her brother, something that rarely happened, he snapped, "No, I didn't. I love her."
"Well, let me tell you from what I just experienced, she wasn't feeling the same way."
George sighed, but then a thought came to him. "Fred, you didn't happen to catch the baby's name did you?"
"I might of, I heard a bit of their conversation here and there, they were yelling pretty loudly. I think it was something sweet. Brownie? No. Candy? No. Sugar? No."
"Could you maybe narrow it down a bit? Maybe you could remember an ingredient? This is very important," George replied in response to he brother's guessing.
"I think it might have been a building. Zonko?"
"Of course, name our child after a joke shop," George commented. But he thought, Sweet? Building? Wait. She shouldn't. Or would she? George asked Fred, "Hey, brother, her name wouldn't happen to be Honey, would it?"
Fred slapped his knee and said, "That's it, Honey. Like Honeyduke's. Strange name for a child, Mother will kill her."
"I can't believe she did that."
"Did what?"
George smiled. "I told her that I wanted to name my first daughter Honey. And she did, even though I didn't know. Now think, Fred, this is even more important than before. What was Honey's last name?"
"You know, you could just ask her instead of me."
"There's a slight problem with that though, I don't know where she is."
"Most likely she's at her parents. Either that or that Tiara's."
"And who is Tiara?" George asked, slightly annoyed.
"The pretty girl Hermione was with."
George hit his head. "Of course, you remember the pretty girl's name but not my daughter's."
"All right, all right, hold on." Fred seemed to think on it for a moment before answering, "It's Weasley, I'm sure. Honey Weasley."
Honey Weasley, that's such a pretty name, George thought.
