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: Wow another chapter already? Seriously, you guys are lucky. Oh I noticed in a review that someone actually reads my note! Exciting stuff. Anyway, I can't believe I'm on chapter 8 already! When'd I get to chapter 8! Ah well... I see to be coping quite well. The next chapter has already been started- Shock! If I have time tomorrow after I clean the house then I'll write more and update soon.

I doubt you have FORGOTTEN what went on before but I'll write anyway just to keep up with the program. Emily had her FIRST memory! YAY! Kinda felt sorry for her cause it must have been hard to relive it but not even know her parents names, but then she did have George to comfort her... oh it's cheesy but fluffy!

Emily woke up groggily. Her room was tinted pink as the sunlight shone through her red curtains. She pulled the blankets off and walked to her table. She sat down and looked in the mirror.

Her eyes were blood shot, her face still streaked with tears. Her hair was at all shapes and angles as it stuck out of her braid.

She groaned as she held her head in her hands. Today was going to be a tough day.

George was awakened when the bathroom door clicked closed. He stretched in his awkward position. Turning his feet that were dangling off the edge he sat upright and rubbed his face. It had been a very long night, but he could still remember happy dreams that had flooded his mind. He shook them off knowing how embarrassed he would be if Emily walked in while he was thinking about them.

But that wasn't going to happen any time soon he could tell as he heard the shower turn on. He decided that he had plenty of time now to remind Emily of breakfasts at the Burrow and set about making a feast she'd never forget.

After her shower Emily dressed in her work uniform and magically dried her hair. After braiding her hair she applied a glamour to make it sleek and shiny. She applied a little make-up in the hope she would look less pale.

When she stepped out of the bathroom she was greeted with the smell of breakfast. Upon entering the kitchen she found plates of bacon, sausages, pancakes, and toast. George was standing by the stove smiling at her.

"Wow. George there's enough food here to feed an army!"

George blushed.

"The only time I've ever made breakfast was at home at the Burrow. There are always lots of people- not quite an army but they sure can pack it away." George said as he looked at his fidgeting hands. He wondered why he felt so nervous and couldn't look up at her.

She placed an array of food onto a plate and carried it to the table where she found cutlery set out with a glass of orange juice, a full pot of freshly brewed tea and a beautiful arrangement of flowers as a centrepiece.

"Wow. George, you did all this?" She turned round and looked at him. He finally chanced a glance at her and blushed.

Emily smiled back at him. She was so overwhelmed by all he had done for her.

"It was nothing really- you know magic and all that."

"It's the thought that counts."

George simply smiled in return. He grabbed a plate of food and sat down at the table across from her.

"I'm glad you stayed here last night." Emily smiled.

"Just in case you needed someone nearby." George said with his mouth slightly full. "How are you feeling today?"

"A little tired. My head fells a bit weird too, but the food's helping. Thanks."

"Are you sure you should be going to work?"

"I always go to work."

George shook his head. Even as Emily she was still perfectly Hermione.

"Never felt like taking a day off for a fun day?" George innocently suggested.

"Tempting. But I really should go to work."

"When's the last time you took a day off?"

"Seven months, 5 days ago. And even then I was determined to go in but they sent me home sick. Said I was a health hazard."

George laughed. He stood up and grabbed her hand. He pulled her towards her bedroom and after leading her in he smiled mischievously at her.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she shook her head.

"YOU are going to get changed into something for a day of fun and wait here for me. I'll be back real soon." He grinned.

Before she could argue he was gone with a "pop".

Emily sighed as she walked to her wardrobe to search for a suitable outfit. She really should be going to work, but she couldn't remember ever having a day of fun instead. And how could she say no to that face? She shook her head at the memory of his big blue eyes glinting with mischief. He really was going to be a bad influence on her.

George meanwhile apparated back to the hotel. He quickly showered and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. He then conjured a picnic basket and went down to the restaurant to buy some food to put in it.

When George appeared again in Emily's living room he sat down on the couch and waited for her to finish getting ready. When he turned to look at her as she walked out of her room he was blown away. She was dressed in a lemon skirt with a white shirt. Simple but stunning.

She giggled at George's reaction.

"You don't think I'm too dressed up do you?"

"Nope. You're perfect. I mean…err you'll do just fine."

"So where are we going?"

"Somewhere I think you'll love."