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 impressed I managed to post this next chapter- you should be too! I've been burning a lot of my creative energy to write my blog and a few poems. I really didn't feel like writing more but then I knew I'd be disappointed if it was the first story I gave up on. I'm determined to finish it- and not just because it's my first Hr/Ge. Still not sure I feel like writing a happy clappy romance, but at least I have the power to make George happy!

I would like to take this opportunity again to thank my reviewers- you guys rock. Always makes me smile when I see that I have a new one to read. I promise that I won't drag out the whole George/Emily thing. I love George and Fred's antics at the burrow so I'd quite like to write them all back there!

Oh also have you FORGOTTEN (I love writing that!) what went on before? Cause if so I might be able to help, though it was a long time ago for me too!- George realised that there was a "golden M" to go searching for and found the restaurant that the girl who might be Hermione works at. He's just decided to go talk to her and now we find out what happens...

She was taking an order for an elderly couple when George reached her.

He waited off to the side listening to her talk.

Even with her slight twang, her voice was still comforting and familiar. It drew George in and he felt that even listening to Hogwarts: A History another time would be pleasant- although probably most suitable as a bedtime story.

George smiled at the memory of Hermione reading out loud to them one Christmas. She spoke with perfect diction and etiquette, much like a professor, but her voice was sweet and tender.

He was broken again from his reverie when the young waitress swung round and dropped the tray that she had been holding in her left hand.

"I'm so sorry." She said.

She took out her wand and repaired the broken crockery.

With the tray and its contents back in her left hand she turned to him and smiled.

George just stood and stared. Now that she was looking straight at him he could see how beautiful she was. Her complexion was still pale, but her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were chocolate with flecks of gold.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Err...um…sorry, you just remind me of someone. Of a girl I knew years ago, Hermione." George breathed. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

There was little recognition in her face as he said the name. She looked at him quizzically. There was something about the way he said that name that made her want to learn more about this girl.

"That's a lovely name. Sounds quite unique. Unlike mine."

"May I ask what your name is?" George asked, as he continued to be unaware of the people who were now starting to stare at the intense exchange.

"Yes you may. I'm Emily. Emily Greer."

"I'm George. George Weasley." George replied still in a daze.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I better run though or I'll soon be unemployed. That is, unless you require assistance."

"Well I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Would you like me to show you to a table?"

After that George went back for every meal. For three days straight he tried breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee breaks, ice cream treats and every time Emily served him with her sweet smile.

"We're about to close." She said on the third night.

"Right. Okay." George said as he placed the remaining change on the table as a tip and lifted his jacket from the seat beside him.

"There's a little place down the street that stays open for another hour if you'd like to come to coffee with me. That is if you haven't already had enough coffee this evening."

George blushed as he recalled how many coffees he had ordered from her that night.

"Maybe I could have a decaf- or a warm milk."

After locking up the two walked down towards a small café at the end of the street. The lights were on, and although there were few people inside, the large sofas and contemporary décor were quite inviting. After both ordering large hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows, they took seats, side by side, on a large red sofa.

"So, Emily, tell me. How long have you lived in America? I know you aren't originally from here. Your accent is far too English."

"Um." She blushed, "I'm not actually sure how long."

"How do you mean?" George asked quizzically.

"I know I've been here for about 8 years. Before that I don't remember where I was- whether that be here, England or Timbuktu."

"You can't remember anything before 8 years ago?" George asked, eyes wide.

"No. I woke up in a hospital in this very city one summer. They asked me who I was, what I was doing there, everything they could possibly think of to make a connection to my past or who I was. I couldn't remember any of it though. They said that someone very powerful had cursed me. As I couldn't remember anything they gave me an identity. Thus here I sit today as Emily Greer, waitress and general nobody."

"You aren't a "nobody" though."

"Really? I think I am. I have no past, no present and no future. I've listened to you talk about your large family and many adventures growing up. I wish I'd had that. I have no idea who I am or where I came from. I have no family and no friends."

"Well you may not remember your past, but I think that you can still have a future. And as for having no friends, you have me."

"Thanks George. You will however have to return to your family some time soon. Your poor mother must be worried sick."

"She'll be fine. She knows I'm away on business. What about your past Emily? Didn't you ever want to go to England and try and find it?"

"Apart from this accent I have nothing to go on."

"Remember I said that you reminded me of my friend Hermione? Well she disappeared eight years ago. She was fighting Voldemort with the infamous Harry Potter and my darling little brother Ronald. We never could find her after that. It seemed she just disappeared off the planet- like she'd been captured or killed or maybe just didn't know how to find home."

"Do you think that she could be me?"

"I don't know really. You look so much like her. You sound like her quite a lot, though obviously living in America has influenced you. You have some of her fiery spirit. You really could be her. Why don't you come back to England with me for a while? You can meet my family and maybe make some more friends there. Even if you aren't really Hermione, wouldn't it be nice to be in a real home for a while?"

"I don't know George. I've only known you for a little while. It seems rather odd for me to go all the way to England with someone I barely know."

"Yes. Well I am rather a strange man, aren't I? I can understand you not wanting to come with me. But the offer will always be there- and in the mean time I can see if you really do share some memories with me by recounting stories of the past!" George declared excitedly.

"I think I very much would enjoy that. Tell me more about your siblings and that school you went to…Hogmart."

"Hogwarts. Well I think you would love Hogwarts. After all your favourite colours are red and gold, right? I think you'd be in Gryffindor. You're brave enough to take on a new identity and live here without knowing anyone."

"Not really with any choice."

"Right yes."

And there they sat for another hour, talking amicably about Hogwarts and the antics of the Weasley twins. At closing time George walked Emily back to her home and bid her goodnight before returning to his hotel.

When he finally lay down to sleep, he smiled to himself. He was beginning to enjoy his daily routine of spending time at the restaurant. He hoped he could add the time spent chatting in the coffee shop to his daily itinerary.