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: Another quick update. Really thought this was going to be a short chapter, in fact it's the longest yet! It also makes me cry- ok so I might already be a little bit emotional. I watched a chick-flick last night and it made me cry! The next chapter should hopefully be funny though. I'm looking forward to humour-that I haven't written yet. Uh oh.

FORGOTTEN update...Emily remembered kissing THE Harry Potter and poor George was getting jealous. They had a lovely day having a picnic by the lake. Will Emily find out about her true self and remember her past?

George left Emily's a few hours later. He really wasn't sure what was going on. He had always known that there was a huge possibility that Emily was in fact Hermione, but he had been getting used to the idea that she wouldn't remember. He quite liked his life at the moment, but was it really life? Wasn't it more of a holiday?

When he entered the hotel he checked to see if he had any owls and finally received one from Fred.

"Only took him a week." George grumbled as he opened the door to his room.

George,

Cool that the old man wants to join up with us. Think you should owl him and say, "YES!"

We'll figure out the technicalities of it later.

So what have you been up to? Lazing about in the sun I expect. Well you can get your self back home as soon as possible! I need to take a few days off work to look after Angelina. You'll be able to come back and look after the shop, right?

Mum says you should come over for lunch tomorrow. She wants to make sure you've been eating enough. Tried to tell her that there's no problem getting food in America (a different dinner date every night, eh?)- But you know what's she's like. Even going to Hogwarts meant we were going to starve!

See you soon!

Fred.

George couldn't help but be annoyed at his brother. It felt like he was rubbing it all in his face or something- and assuming that he would be the one to give everything up and move to America. However, he assumed that he couldn't stay here forever living a dream, and perhaps that was where his anger was really coming from. He didn't want to go back to reality, and he certainly didn't want to give up on Emily. He quickly wrote a letter to Mr Prince informing him of their decision and his return home the next day.

George apparated straight back to Emily's flat. After knocking on the door he bounced nervously on his feet. Emily opened the door a few moments later looking slightly dreamy and confused.

Her eyes opened widely when she realised who it was and she unconsciously smoothed down her hair and pyjamas.

"George! What are you doing back here?"

"Did I wake you?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Um… no. I was just lying down." Emily blushed. She wasn't exactly lying to him, but she had also been thinking about the man who was standing right in front of her now as she stared at her ceiling.

"Can I come in?"

"Sorry. Yes of course you can."

They walked in towards the living room and George took a seat on the couch.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No thanks." George ran his hands through his hair as he stared at his feet.

"Are you okay?" Emily asked as she sat down beside him, legs crossed with a cushion sitting in her lap.

"I'm fine. I got a letter from my brother though. He wants me to come home. Tomorrow."

"Oh."

"I knew I'd be leaving this week but I didn't think it would be as soon."

"But you'll be back right? I mean you'll have that big merger going through. You'll be coming to be in charge of that, right?"

"I don't know. Fred wants me to look after the shop at home for a while. His wife is still suffering from morning sickness, and I get the feeling that this is the easy stage of her pregnancy. I think I'll be very busy in the next coming months."

George looked up at her. She was staring at him, her face unreadable.

"Well I guess you'll come back some time. Maybe you could come back to visit me." She said as she got up and stepped back from where they had been sitting.

"Emily…"

"George, I understand, you'll be busy and stuff. It was nice having you around for a few weeks- added a bit of spice to life…"

"I don't want to go." He said as he got up from the couch and walked towards her. "I don't want to leave you. We were just getting to know each other- and you were starting to remember. I don't want you to forget me again."

"I won't forget you George…"

"But I might lose you again."

"I'll be right here. I have no where else to go."

"You do. You can come with me. Come to the Burrow."

"I couldn't possibly."

"Why not?"

"Because I'd be imposing, George."

"You would not be imposing. My mum loves guests. You'd be pampered like a queen. Or you could come stay in my flat." George blushed.

"It's a lovely thought but I'm better off here."

"Here where you have no friends, no life. You'll go back to working seven months straight, and for what? Saving money for a rainy day?"

"And rent, and food…" Emily began to protest.

"Come with me. Free rent- and you already know I can't cook for two people, never mind just one. There'd always be plenty of food. What's keeping you here?"

"Fear." She whispered as she crumbled into an armchair.

"Fear of what?" George asked as he got down on his knees in front of her.

He was staring into her face. He looked at her eyes welling up and caught all the tears that were beginning to fall. He pulled her forward and down onto the floor in front of her. She collapsed into his arms and sobbed. George held her and gently rubbed her back.

When she'd finally calmed down he repeated his question.

"I've can't ever remember having family or friends. I don't know if I can be a friend." She said as her eyes began to well up again.

George put his strong arms around her, whispering into her ear, "You're my friend. You always will be. I'm not going to lose you again."

"I don't want to lose you either."

"Then come with me." He said as he held her back slightly so he could look in her eyes.

His blue eyes were shimmering though he had not shed any tears. He really did care about her. Her mind flicked back to her first memory- her parent's eyes had showed so much love, just as George's did now. She knew he would always be there for her, just as her father had promised to be.

She simply nodded and he wrapped his arms around her again.