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A/N:Finally got round to updating again. Should have been doing university work tonight, but ah well. This was much more fun.

FORGOTTEN update..An important memory and George being oh so sweet- don't you all want a guy like George?

Thanks to my reviewers..

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LunaLovegoss- I needed to talk about Ron. Couldn't just leave him. Plus he has been a complete idiot in my fic and however much that as amused me I decided I should make him explain himself, at least a little. I love George too!

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They sat there for hours, George gently stroking her hair and reassuring her of his promise.

"Do you want to talk about it now?" George asked when she looked up at him.

"I don't really know what to say."

"You don't have to talk. We can just sit here longer."

"I remember… I remember what it feels like to be Hermione- to know Ron, to want to save Harry, to have all the millions of spells and charms in my head and also to be afraid, afraid that I might lose something. Until I had you I didn't know that feeling as Emily. I didn't know what it felt like to love somebody so much I would die for them." She paused a moment to look at him. "I do love you George. I love you so much."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I just had to check- in case I was hearing things."

"I…Love…You."

"Ok, now I have to check I'm not dreaming." He said as he pulled her closer and kissed her deeply.

"Definitely awake. Dream Emily can't kiss that good." George said as he grinned from ear to ear. "I love you, Emily. I've wanted to tell you for a while. I just couldn't bring myself to say it when you were actually awake."

"I feel like I must be dreaming."

"Well I know a good test for that…"

"And what would that be?"

"This." George said as he once again pulled her close for a long, loving kiss.

"Are you sure you feel up to this?" George asked a few hours later as they prepared to apparate to the Burrow.

"George, we have to go. Your mother would be furious if we didn't."

"It's just the final planning though. She wouldn't mind- if I tell her you're sick."

"But I'm not sick. We're not lying to your mother."

"Okay, okay. But I think she would understand."

"As you said it's only a planning meeting. We'll just sit there and smile and nod."

"You know mum won't let us off with that. We're going to have to agree to do stuff."

"Aren't you already handling the fireworks?"

"Yes, but knowing mum there's going to be a whole list of things to do. This is a big deal to her. She's been planning it for months. It's going to be a big party."

"I can only imagine what a 'big' party is to the Weasley clan."

"You don't want to imagine it. It's a nightmare, especially when you're old enough to be roped into doing stuff."

"I suppose we better get over there. Your mum will be mad if we're late."

"Just to add to the merriness."

"I think you might need a nap. Try to smile." Emily said as she put her hands on her hips waiting for him to try. After a few seconds his face crinkled into a run of the mill smile.

"That was completely fake and without effort." She said whilst crossing her arms.

"Well maybe if you give me some inspiration I might smile." George said, trying very hard to not grin mischievously.

"Where do you come up with all those lines?"

"I'm an inventor. I flow with creativity." George said whilst wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"Now we really must go."

"I think we might be late." George whispered in Emily's ear moments later.

"No, really." Emily said as they stood in the doorway of the kitchen, the table before them surrounded by Weasley family, members and partners.

"George! Emily!" Mrs Weasley cried as she jumped up from her seat to embrace them.

"How's it going little bro?" Charlie asked as George attempted to regain his breath.

"Fine, just fine."

"Nice to see you again Emily." Abigail smiled at her.

"You too." Emily coughed when Mrs Weasley finally let go of her.

"Now I've already gotten everyone else something to drink- is there anything you'd like dears?"

"No, no mum. We're fine. We just had breakfast."

"Ok then, well that's get back to business." Molly said as she retook her seat and pulled a piece of paper towards herself. "We've already decided that Bill, Charlie and partners are going to organise some music and entertainment- they assure me they've been working on that for a while but you boys always seem to forget these things until the last moment." She gave them both a knowing look. "I trust you ladies will keep them in line."

"Now, Fred and Angelina, you'll be bringing some drinks with you, right?"

"Of course Mum. Got it all sorted." Fred grinned.

"Don't worry Molly, I've been keeping my eye on him. Can't do much else these days." Angelina laughed as she patted her huge stomach.

"Thank you dear. Now George- you're taking care of the fireworks?" She asked as George nodded. "Ron and Harry took care of the present yesterday so that just leaves Ginny and Emily. I was wondering if you would be able to come early to help me set up. I'll have all the cooking done but with the decorations I could use a few creative ideas."

"I'll be here anyway Mum. I plan on staying over so I'll even give you a hand with the cooking."

"Of course I'll be here to help too Mrs Weasley." Emily said as she breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have some awful task- like cooking.

"Call me Molly, dear. You're one of the family." Molly smiled her motherly smile, a knowing glint in her eye.

"Thanks." Emily smiled and George gently squeezed her hand.

"Well I suppose you'll all be glad to hear that's over- I expect you all to do your bit and to be on your best behaviour tomorrow night. I want your dad to remember his birthday for the right reasons- not because we have a lot of pictures of pranks or whatever you lot think up."

"It'll be fine mum." Bill reassured.

"I hope so."

"How about another cup of tea mum?" Ginny asked as she stood up from her seat.

"That would be lovely."

"So why were you so late?" Fred asked George.

"We were up a lot of last night. I was being a little grumpy and of course concerned Emily wasn't up for the meeting."

"Up a lot of last night, eh?" His twin winked.

"Not like that. Emily had a dream. She couldn't sleep after it."

"What sort of dream?" Ginny asked as she sat back down beside Emily.

"Uh, a memory."

"You remember stuff?" Harry asked.

"Most stuff now." George answered for her. "That…" George took a moment to breathe deeply. "Malfoy was the cause of her memory loss. He attacked her- ganged up on her with all his buddies. If it wasn't for Snape…" He trailed off, wrapping his arm tighter around Emily.

"I'm ok. It's over. But I can remember being Hermione. I know what it feels like to be her."

"That's great!" Harry said while everyone else joined in encouraging her. He got from his seat and gave her a hug and whispered, "Welcome home" in her ear.

Suddenly Ron got up from his seat with a crash of his chair. Blindly he walked out of the room and his footsteps were heard all the way up the stairs.

"I'll go talk to him." Ginny offered.

"No, it's ok. I'll go." Emily said.

"Are you sure?" George asked as he stood up with her.

"We have some stuff to sort out I think."

"Ron, can we talk?" Emily asked as she tentatively knocked on his door.

After a long silence his door slowly opened to reveal the same vibrant orange paint that she vaguely remembered from memories of her past times with Ron. He gestured to her to sit on the end of the bed while he took the chair from under the desk and set it down facing her.

Sitting down, bent over slightly, he draped his arms over his legs and began to fidget.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked as he looked at his hands.

"I wanted to say I was sorry."

"Sorry?" He asked, jerking his head up. His eyes finally met hers and he could see fear, sadness, hope and strangely love in them.

"Ron, I'm sorry I couldn't remember. I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back and then when I finally did I couldn't even remember who I was."

"But that's not your fault."

"I know, but I still feel so bad that I forgot it all. I forgot how great a friend you've always been for me despite that fact that we fought all the time. I wanted you to know that I'm glad I remember it. I wouldn't give any of those memories up for the world. I hope we can still be friends."

He sat there staring for a moment. She wanted to be friends. Friends. Well he supposed that was all they had ever been. When he had seen her that last time before the battle he had hoped she would return his feelings, but she didn't. When she disappeared he blamed himself. He decided that he should never have told her- it had obviously distracted her and it was his fault she'd been hurt. Either that or she just couldn't cope with seeing him and thought it would be best to just never come back. It was always his fault though. He should have protected her.

After another long moment Emily got up from her seat on his bed. She took a few small steps until she was standing by his side. Bending down she lightly kissed him on the cheek whilst gently squeezing his hand.

She knew that Ron needed time to take things in. It must have been difficult for him, losing his first love like that. Her coming back into his life now when things had seemed to settle for him must have been even harder- especially as he watched her fall in love with his brother. It was best to give him his space, but she hoped one day they could be friends.

"Wait." He said as she reached the door.

Getting up from his seat he walked over to her. He looked at her, studying her as though it was the last time he would ever see her. Deep down in his heart it was the last time he knew he would.

This was the last time he would look at her and think of her as his. He knew now that she never would be. If she wanted to be friends then he would be a friend.

"Friends?" He asked as he held out his hand. Instead of taking it however she simply smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. He easily wrapped his arms around her tiny frame and hugged her back.