Decided to be sensible this time...

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: I'm updating now cause tomorrow I know I won't have time and I'll be leaving on Sunday for a few days. I don't think I'll update until Thursday at the earliest. The next chapter hasn't even been written yet! I was in a really bad mood- over a guy- so I didn't feel like writing a happy clappy romance, which this will be.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my reviewers- I know you don't have to "hit the blue/purple button" but I'm glad when you do. Makes me smile. I love to hear what ships people like esp when they're like me! Can't help but be a Ron girl, but sometimes (esp when I'm mad at THAT guy) I just have to get away from the "best friend to lover" thing.

Oh also have you FORGOTTEN (hehehe) what went on before? Cause if so I can help- George has just thought outloud "HERMIONE" after he makes the connection between the lovely lady who bumped into him and the girl from his past. Also, he's still thinking about that merger thing cause Fred is taking his time replying- guess he has to look after his wife and baby "peanut".

I promise that soon the story will get along with the real fun. I want George to be happy!

George leapt to his feet. His head felt slightly dizzy at the quick movement and he held it in his hands for a second. He grabbed his shoes from the side of his bed and struggled to tie them in the dim light. He stumbled over to the window and opened the curtain further to see the large full moon and the millions of twinkling stars.

"Oh right." George said as he realised how it was. Now was not the time to go searching for a girl who he hadn't seen for 8 years.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face. While brushing his teeth he looked at himself in the mirror. No wonder she couldn't look at him. The Weasley trademark hair and freckles would have given him away in a second, even if they didn't already know each other so well. He could have kicked himself for not realising earlier. She was standing right in front of him. She even had no way past him with all the many aprons falling out of her arms.

The aprons! George had notice the large embroidered golden 'M' on the red apron Hermione had been wearing. If he asked at the front desk they might know where she worked. Then he could go and find her there, or at least find out when she would be working. He could finally find out what happened when the Trio went on their last adventure together.

He finished getting ready for bed and pulled back the luxurious cream covers. Climbing under, he crossed his arms under his head as he stared at the ceiling.

He thought back to the time when Harry and Ron returned from America all those years ago. They were distraught at having to leave their friend behind. After a huge battle Hermione appeared to disappear and although her friends stayed for an extra few months they were forced to leave or they would be deported. Many people had gone looking for her, but none had found her. George felt the excitement growing within him at the thought of finally seeing her again.

He sighed as he remembered when they'd finally given up hope. It had been over a year since the disappearance. The Ministry refused to put any more money into the futile attempt of finding someone they believed dead. Even Harry and Ron started to believe it as the years went by. Although she was never spoken of, she was never forgotten.

Many people believed that if the amazing Hermione Jane Granger were still alive she would find away of coming home, or at least getting in touch with her friends and family. She would want to know how everyone was.

George grimaced at the thought of telling her about her parent's death. She had missed so many happy and sad times. He had missed having her there every Christmas and summer holiday. It always amused him when she fought was his baby brother.

George smiled about the happy times he had had watching them all grow up. The times when he was overjoyed to have them home safe again after their battles with Voldemort.

I sound like my mother! George turned over onto his side and looked out the window. Many times he had looked at the sky and wondered of the many people who had been looking at it too. Had Hermione been one of them?

A few hours later George finally fell asleep again.

The sun once again was shining through the window and George stirred in his sleep. He awoke with a smile on his face, though no recollection of the dreams he had been having.

He stretched and turned to sit with his feet over the edge of the bed. While rubbing the sleep out his eyes, the name came back into his mind.

"Hermione."

He determinedly got up to his feet and picked out some casual clothes for the day. After showering and changing he went down to the reception desk and searched for someone to ask about the restaurant that had red aprons with an embroidered gold 'M'.

After ringing the bell George began to pace on the stop. He just wanted to get out there and find her even though it was only 8o'clock and he doubted the restaurant would even be open now.

"Miss Callaway!" George exclaimed.

The young woman jumped, however, she smiled and greeted him with the same perky tone she had the day before.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"Um…well…I was wondering if you would know of a restaurant that has a uniform with red aprons that have an embroidered golden 'M' on them?"

"Well the one I think you're talking about is Market Hill. I can give you directions if you like?"

"Yes please." George smiled.

Miss Calloway drew a map out from the hotel to the restaurant and within 10minutes George was outside Market Hill, peering through the window. He noticed the sign on the door which read-

Market Hill

Licensed Bar and Restaurant

Opening hours

10am-11pm

Monday-Saturday

1pm-6pm

Sunday

Reservations may be required for large groups and on special holidays.

With just under two hours wait George groaned and began walking towards the shops. He found a few places of interest- such as the large sporting shop, with an extended Quidditch section. Also there was a great bookshop that George decided to look for new information on American laws pertaining extended business trips within the country. He also wandered past the schoolbooks section and couldn't help but notice the many extended books on subjects such as Transfiguration, Potions and Charms.

"I bet Hermione loves it here."

At a few minutes before ten George started his walk back to the restaurant. He started off walking with a bounce in his step, which quickly diminished as the butterflies grew in the pit of his stomach.

Upon arriving at Market Hill he saw that it was already open and busy with the many business folks out for their morning break. He could smell a mixture of freshly brewed coffee and sweet bagels. His stomach growled with hunger.

When he entered the busy shop he looked to the back and saw many booths and tables filled with lively customers. At the entrance there was a queue of people towards a large counter behind which were many waitresses rushing to and from the large golden machine that magically brewed the coffee. He joined the line and slowly edged his way towards the counter.

"How can I help you sir?" A girl with the name tag Bridget asked.

"Um…could I have a cinnamon and raisin bagel and a large latte please?" George asked, whilst trying to control his voice.

"Will that be all?" Bridget asked when she returned with his order.

"Well, actually, I was wondering…err… if you had an employee here by the name of Hermione?"

"Sorry sir, I don't know anyone by that name."

"Oh right. Sorry to have bothered you." George muttered and he paid and left with his breakfast.

After exiting the restaurant George had suddenly lost his appetite. He was sure this had been the place. On a final glance back he saw a few of the girls towards the many tables quickly walking between them and taking orders. He noticed their white blouses, black trousers and red aprons with a golden embroidered 'M'.

The girl I thought was Hermione couldn't have been. It must just have been my mind playing tricks. George sighed.

Then a sudden ray of hope came. He caught a glimpse of that same girl with her hair in a braid coming out of the kitchens. He looked at her. She looked so much like Hermione. If I didn't know better I'd say she was her twin sister!

But as Hermione was an only child it had to be her.

George turned on his heel and headed back in through the crowds.