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: YAY another chapter. Just written tonight. I seem to write them just before I post them- so if you have any ideas you can review them and they will be taken into consideration cause I'm slow at this! AND reviewers simply rock. I love you all so much-I do also love the people who read and don't review. Reading is good for you! If it makes you smile then my job is done. Big shout out to Jillie-Rose though. Thanks for the line darling! Inspirational.

I'm beginning to like George/Emily interaction. She's Hermione but not Hermione. And then there's George. Don't you all feel sorry for him? Let's give him a big AWW. The less outgoing twin- so isn't it nice to see him have HIS OWN STORY? All the way far away in USA.

Back on track... have you FORGOTTEN (still love writing that!) what went on before? Cause if so I might be able to help, George has got to talking with lovely Emily, who he believes is Hermione and he's going to help her remember who she really is by being himself, cause what else is there to do? So he now eats EVERY meal at her restaurant- she has no life so she works all the time. (Lucky he's now rich). Anyway...now we get to see more Gr/Em interaction which is fun. I love it.

"… reminds me of the time we turned the fifth-floor corridor into a swamp... and Filch, remember him? Well he was taking kids across in a boat! Except Angelina was there and well she saw Fred and I laughing- we really couldn't help it! So she stood up to shout at us- well Fred really cause it couldn't have been my fault," George smiled angelically, "and then she lost her balance and fell in!
Was hilarious- she was so shocked at falling in that she bobbed up and down a few times- I would have rescued her if I hadn't been doubled over laughing. Fred was actually lying in a heap on the floor by this stage cause he was laughing so hard! Can't believe Angelina actually married him after that!"

Both George and Emily laughed so much they nearly fell off the comfy couch they were sharing in their favourite corner of the café.

"So George… you've told me all about your family and their significant others. What about yourself?" Emily sheepishly asked after she had composed herself.

George blushed. "Um… me? Well I haven't really been looking for anyone, you know, with the big business expansion."

Emily's smile faltered.

"But that's cause it wouldn't have been fair to get into a relationship and then have to leave her and stay here all the time." George said quickly. He knew he should be concentrating on making Emily remember Hermione, but it was just so tempting to keep her as Emily, and all to himself.

"Do you like it here?"

"Yes, I think I do. It makes me feel like I can breathe or something. Don't get me wrong, I love home, and I love my family. It's just sometimes it's hard to simply be me and not feel like I'm getting in someone else's way."

"I'm sure they don't think you're in the way, George."

"Maybe. It's still tough being in such a large family, with a twin brother no less."

"Well you can feel free to always be yourself with me."

"You might regret saying that." George winked.

"What are you planning Mr Weasley?"

"Planning? I'm never planning."

"Uh huh. I may not remember a time when kids played pranks on each other, but I recognise that smile. Don't know where from though."

"Must be very confusing being you. Get lots of déjà vu?"

"Not usually. Normally life is just what I've become accustomed to with no affects from the past."

"Normally?"

"There's just something about you George." Emily said whilst focusing hard on him trying to pick out the thing her brain just couldn't grasp.

"I'm just so unforgettable!" He joked whilst striking a stunning pose.

Emily laughed and it was gone. That thread of thought that had almost connected her entire life fizzled out leaving tears rushing down her face as she tried to breathe through the great gulps of laughter.

George watched her as she laughed. He loved making her laugh. He loved her smile, her twinkling eyes. This was such a bad situation to be in. He was falling for his little brother's first crush, and she had no recollection of who she really was.

"Well, yes, you're certainly unique anyway."

George looked slightly abashed.

"In a good way of course."

George's charming Weasley smile was soon in place and Emily could see straight through his act.

"You were putting it on you big oaf!" She exclaimed as she tapped his arm.

"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't." George said as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

Emily sighed. "You're always going to win aren't you?"

"Maybe sometime I'll let you win. But this time I win, so what's my prize?"

"You get the honour of walking me home!" She smiled.

"Wouldn't I have had that honour anyway?"

"Well if you don't want to accept your prize I'm sure I could find someone…"

"No, that won't be necessary. It truly would be an honour to walk you home Ms Greer. May I help you with your coat?"

Emily giggled as George held her coat up for her to put her arms into. She felt a jolt go down her spine as his hand brushed her shoulder.

Picking up her matching handbag George handed it to her with a small bow of his head.

"Suits you sir." Emily joked as she gently took her bag from his hand, ignoring the feeling inside that seemed to be her stomach melting as his fingers brushed hers.

George smiled as he followed her out of the café. He loved how she joked back.

"Would My Lady like to take an arm?" George asked in a posh accent as he held out his arm to her.

"Of course. Thank you kind sir." She said as she linked her arm through his.

It was a nice night to be outside and they strolled along under the stars that twinkled overhead.

Upon reaching her door they unlinked arms and faced each other.

"Well I guess I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast." Emily smiled.

"I guess you will." George grinned.

"Night George."

"Night Emily."

Emily reached up and gave him a hug and George pulled her in tightly and gently rubbed her back. She smiled contently as she relished in his embrace. She felt very happy and secure, and maybe even loved. She couldn't remember a time when she had felt loved. Her mind suddenly clicked and she got a very vivid picture in her mind of events that had taken place long ago...