Disclaimer: Still, I own nothing, it all the work of J.K. Rowling. If I did own the stories, there would be some big changes in those books.
Chapter Two: Baby Carriages
"Who was that? You seemed to know him for some reason," Tiara asked once they had reached her home.
"That was George. Honey's father," Hermione replied quietly, feeding Honey a bottle.
Tiara slammed the door shut. "That was Honey's father? I thought he was some kind of lunatic. You could have told him."
"I did tell him. I told him that I didn't need his help with my daughter."
"Hermione…"
"No, Tiara. I know that voice. That is your 'listen to me, I'm right' voice. But you're not right. I know what is best for my daughter."
Tiara shook her head as she said, "Hermione, you swear that you only have Honey's best interested at heart. But I think you've got it wrong. Is this really what is best? You cannot go out on a date, and Honey doesn't even know what her father looks like. You think you're keeping out the pain, but you're only inviting more in."
Hermione Granger sighed, for once, someone else was right and she was wrong. "All right, I'll talk to him."
"And you'll take Honey?"
"And I'll take Honey. But you have to come to. You know, at least be close to me so I know you're there."
Tiara smiled and wrapped her arms around Hermione's shoulders. "And where else do you think I would be, My? You're my best friend."
"And you're mine. I think I'm going to need all the moral support I can get for this."
"So when are you going?"
"I don't know. I have to figure out what to say."
Tiara shook her head once again. "No, you don't. Just let the words come to you, and I think it would be best if we did it today. So it doesn't look as though we're hiding from him."
Hermione let out a sad laugh. "What do you think I've been doing for the past year, Ti?"
"Hermione, do you love this George Weasley?"
"Well, I gave birth to his daughter."
"You know that doesn't answer my question."
Hermione took a deep breath and was silent for a moment. Finally, she replied, "Yes, I love George Weasley. Not that he would care if I went to bloody hell."
Tiara sighed. "Come on, Hermione, grab your cloak and let's go. Might as well tell the boy now."
Hermione put her daughter's bottle on the counter and did as she was told. They had to take the underground to London seeing as Hermione had never received her apparating license. While they were waiting for the train to reach their destination, Tiara said, "So tell me a bit about this George fellow."
"Well, he's fun-loving. He was one of the famous Weasley twins at Hogwarts."
Tiara snapped her fingers. "I knew I had heard that name before, I wonder why it took me so long."
Hermione snorted, trying to hold back a laugh. "Tiara Thorn, an entire building could walk by you and you'd never realize it."
"Are you trying to say that I'm oblivious?"
"Ti, I'm not trying, I am saying that you oblivious. I remember one time it took you half an hour to find a watch."
"So? What's wrong with that?" Tiara replied.
"You were wearing the watch on your wrist at the time."
Tiara laughed. "Oh, I remember that. Hey, that was right after Honey was born, and I hadn't slept in three days, you could have asked me what color my hair was while I stood in front of a mirror and I couldn't have told you."
"Don't feel bad; don't you remember the week after Honey's birth? I couldn't remember my name; thank Merlin my mum was there. I don't know what I would have done without her."
Hermione and Tiara continued to talk about their pasts the entire rest of the way to London, often having to change the end of a sentence because of the Muggle audience. Once they had gone through the Leaky Cauldron and were in Diagon Alley, Tiara asked, "So, where does he live?"
Hermione pointed at the large sign that read, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, in bold letters. "Wow, I truly am oblivious," Tiara commented.
Hermione pulled up the hood of her cloak, while rapping it around Honey. Then carefully, she pushed open the door, allowing herself and Tiara in. Hermione immediately walked over to the counter, where a girl stood. She asked her, "Where is George Weasley?"
"Mr. Weasley? He's up in his flat, but unless you've got permission or an appointment, you're going to have to stay down here and wait," the girl, Verity, answered.
"Don't worry, I've got an appointment", as she and Tiara walked up. At the door, Hermione said, "Stay here, Tiara Marie Thorn, I don't care what happens just stay here."
"No need to worry about me, My. I refuse to budge from my post," her friend answered in a mock stern voice.
Hermione laughed at her friend's antics and walked into the room, closing the door behind her. The two brothers that had been sitting in a pair of chairs looked up. One, Fred, Hermione guessed, said, "Don't you know that you're not allowed up here? Customers must keep to the shop floor."
"I thought an exception might be made this once," Hermione said, pulling back her hood to reveal her face.
"Hermione," both Weasley boys replied.
"Yes, and if you don't mind Fred, I'd like to speak to George alone."
Fred just sat there for a moment, but then slowly pulled himself up and walked out of the room. Once his brother was gone, George said, "Why don't you sit down Hermione?"
Hermione nodded and took the seat that Fred at just vacated. There was a moment of silence before George continued, "Listen, Fred told me about what happened on Row Street today."
Hermione's face reddened. "Oh, that was Fred. I'm sorry, I thought it was you."?
"Yeah, well, that's the problem with identical twins. You know, I have really missed you, Hermione."
She smiled slightly. "I really missed you too, George."
"Can I ask you something, Mione?" George asked, and then once she had nodded, he continued, "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you just disappear? I had thought…I had thought I had done something wrong, or-or you had thought me a mistake and never wanted to see me again."
Hermione sighed and replied, "Well, I didn't know what to do. I mean, I was seventeen and expecting a baby. I thought you wouldn't want her, and I didn't think I would be able to stand what the people at Hogwarts would say. I didn't know if I could take what your family would say."
George shook his head. "Hermione, of course I would have wanted your baby. I love you, and to be frank, I don't care what my family or what anyone else says."
"I love you too, George Wealsey," Hermione replied with a shy smile.
"Did you bring her with you? Can I see her?"
Hermione nodded and brought their daughter out from under her cloak. Carefully, she handed over the child to George, who Honey stared at with interest. Hermione commented, "Her name is Honey Louise Weasley."
George smiled and bounced the baby up and down. "I know, Fred overheard some of your conversation. Thank you."
"Well, you did say you wanted to name your first daughter Honey, and since I can't recall any other children, she is your first daughter."
"Yes, she is, and she's absolutely perfect, just like her mother," George stated. Then he called, "Fred, I know you're standing at the door, so you might as well come in. I don't know why I sent you out there anyway."
Immediately, Fredrik Weasley walked back into the flat, this time followed by Tiara. Tiara asked, "So you told him?"
Hermione smiled and said, "Yes, I did, Tiara. And, you were right."
"Did you ever doubt me?"
Hermione shook her head. "Fred, George, this is my best friend, Tiara Thorn. Tiara, this is George and his twin, Fred. It was Fred that we actually saw in Row Alley, not George."
"I know, Fred was telling me as we list—er, stood watch at the door. And I have to say, you made a good choice, My. They're quite handsome."
Both Fred and George laughed at Tiara comment, though Hermione raised an eyebrow at her fumble. George then looked her up and down, taking in her black curls, tall build, and pale blue eyes. "Well, I can certainly see why you remembered her name Fred. Although, I do happen to believe that both Hermione and Honey are even more beautiful than her."
Everyone laughed, excluding Fred of course, whose ears turned red. Fred said, "So her name is Honey?"
George nodded. "Yes, Gred. Honey Louise Weasley and she is the most beautiful in the world."
"I still say Mum is going to kill you for naming her first grandchild Honey. You know she was hoping for Elaine if it was a girl."
Suddenly both Hermione and George looked at each other. They had, until that moment, completely forgotten about Mrs. Weasley. George swallowed and asked, "So, Hermione, do you think you're ready to face my mother?"
Please, she wouldn't be ready until she could hire an entire army to protect her.
