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: Hey everyone... I feel bad for not writing for a while so I've written a little update. It's not that long, but it's something. Hope you aren't annoyed at me. Could be worse. The author's note could be all you get! I've had a nightmare week with guy trouble. You can't imagine how hard it is to write a romance when your heart is broken. But I do love George and Emily so I keep on keeping on- nice little distraction. If it was a Hr/R story I'd run! No Beta-ing this time -she's great but the feeling of neglect overcome me and I just had to update! Sorry for the mistakes, length, content...next chapter there'll be a trip to the Burrow and possibly another memory. Oh, and for those who actually want to know I do intend to make Hermione, Hermione. I don't think it would be fair for me to advertise a Ge/Hr fic and then write a Ge/Oc fic. Even though Emily is Hermione in so many ways, she's just not Hermione.

FORGOTTEN update...Questions, questions, questions... and then they fell asleep (again!) So now we are back in the scene of the living room with the lovely couple asleep on the couch...

"We really must stop meeting like this." George said as he cradled his nose in his hands.

"I'm so sorry George. I didn't mean to hit you. I just got a bit, well, freaked out when I didn't know where I was." Emily whimpered as she pulled at George's hands so she could see the damage.

"It's ok. I know it wasn't your fault. An accident just. I'll be fine in a second."

"I can't believe we slept all night like that." Emily said as she followed George to the kitchen.

"Yeah I know. It was surprisingly comfortable." George said after he drank a healing potion.

"Yeah."

"Well by the looks of things we'll have to make another appearance at the Burrow today." George said as erratic owl flew through the window.

"Great."

"Don't worry. I won't leave you." George promised. He walked over to her and hugged her. Sighing into his arms, Emily smiled. His strong arms curled around her petite shoulders as her head fell onto his chest. Moments later they reluctantly pulled apart, though neither moved away.

"What was that for?" Emily smiled.

"Just thought you might need one." George said with his famous lopsided grin. He tilted her chin up with his finger. "Ooh, I was right about that bruise. Does it hurt?" He asked as he gently ran his finger over it.

"Not… not really." Emily choked.

His hand lingered, cupping her chin, his eyes fully focused on hers. His heart was beating a mile a minute and his stomach felt like it had melted completely. What am I doing? He wondered and yet he couldn't tear himself away.

The erratic owl flew up towards the light and swooped down, landing on Emily's head.

"AH! Get it off! Get it off!" She screamed.

"I'm trying!" George yelled back as he tried to catch the owl in his hands. It bobbed up and down as it's claws weaved their way deeper in amongst her thick curls, it's wings flapping frantically as it tried to escape. Emily was easily as frantic as she waved her arms at George trying to direct him.

"Just grab him George! Get him off!"

"I'm trying to, but he's all tangled up in your hair. If you'd both stay still!"

"Petrificus Totalus." George said and he directed his wand towards the hysterical owl. It immediately froze and he gently untied Emily's hair before carefully untangling the bird from it.

"Thanks George." Emily quietly said as she ran her hand over her hair. It sat in a large matted bunch atop her head. "I think I'll go get ready now."

"Ok... I'll erm... make breakfast... while you're gone then?" George said as he held back his laughter. Emily smiled lightly at him, ignoring his reddening face as she hid her own blush from him. She quickly walked towards the bedroom to pick out clothes before heading into the bathroom, controlling herself enough to close the door gently before falling into a heap on the floor, her head in her hands.

George read the letter, which as he predicted was an invite to the Burrow for another lunch.

"Oh goody." George said as he looked in the fridge for some eggs. After setting them to frying he turned on the radio and began to dance along to the beat.

Emily quickly gave up on attempting to get a brush through her hair and got into the shower. As the warm water rushed over her she let herself forget her recent ordeal and go back to feeling comfortable and happy in her surroundings… and with a certain gentleman. As she was washing the strawberry scented shampoo from her hair she began to hear a loud crooning voice from outside. She chuckled to herself as she thought of George singing into a whisk.

She magically dried herself and quickly dressed and braided her hair in the hope she could sneak outside and catch the end of the show.

"You have me stupefied by the look in your eyes. You read my mind, I can't disguise; you have me hypnotised." George sang at the top of his lungs into a spatula.

Emily giggled to herself as she watched him. When the song ended she clapped excitedly while bouncing on her feet. George turned sharply, his face contorted in confusion and embarrassment. He recovered quickly and was soon posing dramatically and bowing to his adoring fan. Thinking on his feet he plucked a rose from the vase he was about to place on the kitchen table and walked over and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She blushed.

"Mum asked us to be at the Burrow for lunch." He said as carried the flowers to the table.

"Ok." Emily said as she bit her bottom lip.

"It'll be ok you know. Mum said it'll just be us and her and Gin."

"Ok." Emily said as she relaxed slightly. She knew it would be less intimidating without Harry and Ron there.

"You mightn't want to eat too much." George said as Emily began to pile food onto her plate.

Emily smiled and with a quick wink said, "Yes Georgie."