AN: this chapter ended up being really long, but I guess thats good since it took so long to update. Hope it's okay, I wrote the first part of the chapter I while ago and then just recently reread all that I had so far, so yeah, I didnt reread the second part of the chapter so I hope there isnt to many mistkaes, I was listening to yellowcard when I was writting so I think I might have been paying more attentions to singing then typing the right grammaer and stuff.

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Chapter 6

Hermione was afraid to go to work everyday. Ron was awake most of the time, he had been moved to a different room- so she didn't have to worry about seeing him during her work. It had been a shock to Ron every time he looked over to see his best friend in a coma and there being a chance that he would never wake up, the way she had felt all these years.

He had been shocked about everything. She was told that someone had told him about George and Percy. According to Molly he had not taken it well, he almost fell back into the coma. That added onto the change in his appearance…he, after all looked much older then he had the last time he'd looked in the mirror.

Her worst fear was how he would react to her and George. She was afraid that would single handedly force him to have an aneurysm or commit suicide, as the doctors were afraid of right now.

She was avoiding George too, because she didn't know how she felt anymore. She had loved Ron, as long as she could remember but now there was George and she loved him too. But did she still love Ron, did he still love her? Did George still love her, did Ron love George? No- her thoughts were staring to get mixed up. Well sure they probably loved each other very much, as brothers. The day after Ron had waken up she had packed all her things from his room and moved back in with her parents.

What was she going to do, she knew she wouldn't be able to just leave the Weasley's completely as she had before. She loved the whole family.

She was home alone and the doorbell had scared her so bad she fell out of bed, the wrong side of bed where she normally threw her dirty cloths so people couldn't see them when they walked past the room. She threw on a big t-shirt over her tank and grabbed a pair of pants pulling them on as she screamed, "Who is it?"

"It me Mio, George." The voice sounded annoyed, loud, scary.

She grimaced and pulled the door open, pulling the shirt out of her pants, "Hey." She said quietly letting him in.

He stood outside and looked at her. At first she thought he looked a little mad but then his expression softened and he smiled. "Darn you, I came here to yell at you, but you just look to cute."

She blushed, "You were going to yell at me?" she asked after a while wondering why he hadn't come in yet.

"Well, I didn't actually think I'd be able to and I was right." He hesitated, "I um… am I just imagining this or are you avoiding me?"

"Not just you."

"The whole family. Ron keeps asking about you and Ginny and mom said that you haven't even come to pick up the rest of your stuff." He walked forward slowly stopping in the doorway and leaning on the doorframe. She backed up a little so they weren't so close.

"I…" she didn't know what to say. She knew he knew though, because he was standing there with a look on his face that said, I'm reading you and I'll know if you lie to me.

He stepped forward closing the gap between them, "Listen, I know…that you, are worried about Ron, about Ron and what he would say about us, but please…don't leave me." He said quietly. One hand touched her face softly, "I know he was yours first but now... now I want to be yours." she started to cry and he hugged her. "I'm sorry, but it's just I've wanted to be yours since my third year, and now that we're together I don't know what I would do."

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George watched his brother hopping around in the water, laughing at him he asked, "Mom sent another letter to Hermione, she still won't answer. Fred sat down on the muddy bottomed water and looked up at his brother.

"Don't worry man, I'm sure she's just really busy with work and stuff. "But remember what we promised each other? I would start the joke shop with you if you promised to tell-"

"-Hermione how I feel, I know. But I can't just tell her, I mean she was with Ron, it wouldn't be right. She doesn't even like me."

"You never know." He said smiling, and then he splashed at him, "I know as soon as she gets the chance, dear brother, she'll fall madly in love with you." He laughed and George smiled looking down at his brother as he floated around once again trying to find a fish.

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"I love my brother Hermione, but I love you too."

Hermione couldn't stop crying. She knew what brother she wanted now, and he was here with her. She was in his arms, being comforted with every tear that fell. "I love you too." She said after a few seconds had passed.

She didn't know anything about that night, and his memory, probably never would. He didn't say anything else, just squeezed her tighter.

"So did you talk to her?" Ron asked the second George walked in the door. He was sitting up in bed and could be at home by now but- he kept talking about headaches, and the doctors were trying different medicines to see what ones worked best.

George nodded, "Yea I talked to her."

"So, what did she say?" he asked worriedly. "Why's she being so distant."

"Ron, being away that long and then coming back. Things have changed in her life. Did you know that until about a month ago she didn't do anything besides work eat and sleep. She didn't contact anyone in the wizarding world, she didn't contact anyone period. She missed you two so much she separated herself from everyone and the only people she talked to- besides her parents- were the two of you." George said referring to their comatose state.

"I think I heard her." Ron said massaging his head.

George nodded, "And you couldn't answer her at the time. Now that you can… I don't know maybe she just doesn't want to have to hear your annoying voice again." He joked taking his hads out of his pocket and falling in the chair next to him.

Ron laughed and then stopped abruptly holding his head.

"Oh, not ready for that yet." Said a female voice from the doorway. Hermione smiled, "Oh, my favorite patient." She said forcing a smile- Ron didn't notice that she was faking.

He smiled and said, "Wrong room 'mione, this is my room."

Hermione clutched her hand to her heart playfully, "Oh that hurt Ronald." She walked up and unconsciously put her hand on George's shoulder. Rons' eyes flicked at it, thinking nothing of it he looked back at her. She took her hand off George's shoulder and smiled as Ron asked her, "So where have you been?"

"Well I had work, but other wise I've just been trying to stay out of the way, you know. Let the doctors do their work." She said sitting on the very end of the bed, as far away from his feet as she could. "As one myself I know how annoying it is to have a whole bunch of people around when I'm trying to work." She smiled.

He didn't look happy about the answer, but then again he was still living in the past. To him, Hermione never lied, she didn't do anything wrong. But now, she wasn't the same, with George especially- she was a different person.

It was a quiet visit, neither having anything to share with the other. Hermione hoped that one day-far after she got the courage to tell Ron about her and George, that her and Ron could go back to being able to talk about anything. She was half asleep in her own thoughts when George nudged her from the chair next to her. She looked up to see both of them staring at her. "What?" she asked hoping it hadn't been important.

"George was just telling me about the joke shop and he said something about them paying the house elves." Ron smiled. "I was just saying how proud you must be about that, what with spew and all." George rolled his eyes, and looked off to the side feeling embarrassed for his brother. "Is that world known yet?"

"No, I hadn't really though about much since school got out, it wasn't until recently that I even remembered it."

"Really.." Ron said waiting for her to go into more depth, but when she didn't say anything he just looked out the window. He looked like he was trying to think hard for something to say. She looked over at George who she caught starring at her. He smiled and looked out the window following Ron's gaze. She caught herself looking at George a few minuets later and smiled. She looked at the door wishing she could just grab his hand and walk out the door.

She jumped, still starring at the door, when she heard Ron say, "So Hermione, I just thought about this. Is there anyone, anyone that your seeing?" Hermione slowly looked over at Ron then George then Ron again.

She stood quickly, "I'm sorry?" she screeched, and George grabbed her hand just before she was about to flee. She calmed her at first, until she realized that Ron was still looking at her like she was going to flip out on him.

George looked up at her and motioned for her to sit down. "Yea, Ron, she is seeing someone."

"Who?" Ron, who was as usual completely clueless, asked. He didn't look mad or hurt, now he just looked worried.

"Right," Hermione said sitting back down in the chair and looking down into her hands. She wanted to cry, to scare both of them so much that they wouldn't want the answer, or in George's case, wouldn't want to answer it. But she knew she was going to have to tell him, and it would make sense to do it with George.

George rubbed her back in a slow circle with one hand and started. "Ron, we both want you to know, that we love you very much."

Ron looked like he was starting to get the picture when she finally did look up, and she glanced over at George glaring him to shut up. "Your together?" he asked quietly, looking from one to the other.

Hermione stood up slowly and slid out of George's hand. She walked towards the door and stopped with her hand on the door handle. "Ron, I love your brother very much, I love you too, but I just don't have the same kind of feelings for you anymore." She didn't look at him when she said it, but she wanted to wait for an answer before she fled.

Ron's voice was low when he did speak. "I understand…" he started. She looked at him, he looked hurt, he looked like he wanted to just jump out of bed and run off like she was doing. She looked over at George, he was looking at his brother with sad eyes, and all she could see were his long eyelashes. "I understand, that you don't love me anymore, I knew someday that you were going to realize that you were to good for me, that your brains would catch up with your heart and you'd realize that you could be so much more and have so much more without me."

George stood up quickly as Hermione fell to the ground crying, Ron to made his way out of bed and leaned down to comfort her. "Oh Mione, George," he said after a little while. He was sitting on the floor against his bed, George was sitting against the door, and Hermione was sitting next to him with her head in her hands again. "I don't know what to say, I want both of you to be happy, but, I don't think that I can be happy without Hermione."

Hermione burst into tears again. George smiled, "We are completely agreed there." He said standing up and walking over to help his brother off the ground. Ron took his brothers hand and crawled back into bed. Hermione stared at then through her tears. What in the heck was going on? As soon as Ron was under the covers again George walked over and helped Hermione off the ground too.

George walked out the door first, holding Hermione's hand to lead her out the door. She stopped at the door and glanced in and out of the room from one brother to the other. She smiled at each one of them and said to Ron, "You need to remember Ron, that I'll still be here for you, just as your friend." She said walking out the door ans shutting the door behind her.

She went home with George that night. When she got there everyone was on there way out to see Ron. George made a fire and Hermione lied on the couch crying softly. When the fire was blazing quietly he motion for her to sit up, and sat down beside her. She lay her head in his chest, the tears stopping immediately.

"What do we do next?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Whatever we want to." He said running his hand through his hair.

"What do we wanna do?" she asked looking into his eyes and rubbing her neck.

He smiled, "Well I know one thing I should do."

"What's that?"

"Move out of this house. Mom and dad don't need me in the house when Ron gets home, I'm a little bit worried about leaving Ginny though. I don't know if she's happy about Ron being up or not, thinking about him waking up as her constantly wondering if Harry ever will, so being in the house with him, I think that's going to be a bit tough on her." He finished, starting to giver her a back massage.

"I suppose I should move out of your parents house too." She said her eyes closed.

"Move back in with your parents?"

"Oh, I don't know, ever since I went back there mom has done nothing but ask me questions, trying to hard to make me smile and laugh, as much as I love her, it was getting really annoying.

George laughed and went of into his own thoughts, starring into the fire. "Do you think…" he started, but seemed to think better of whatever he was about to say.

She looked back up at him, and they caught eyes. "Do I think what?" she asked wrapping her arms around him.

"Would you want to move into the shop apartments with me?" he asked quickly, starring her in the eyes so she knew he was serious.

She smiled, "Maybe?" she said coily.

"What does that mean?" he asked worriedly, pushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"It means, am I gonna have to share a bed with Lee, or you?"

"Well I would hope me." He said as she looking back off into the fire. He followed her gaze. "Would you want to?"

"As long as I can still work,"

"I wouldn't take that away from you-"

"-And you still have to cook for me, cause bad things happen when I tried to cook anything that isn't noodles. And-"

"-I know you can't cook-"

"-You have to wash your feet before we go to sleep, because they get pretty bad."

"As long as you wash behind your ears so I don't get that nasty taste of wax-"

"So then we're gonna do this?" she asked unwrapping herself and sitting up to look at him.

He smiled and pulled her back down to him. "As long as my family approves."

"Yeah, as long as your fam- What?" she screeched sitting up again.

The fire turned green and Ginny stepped out. She looked at Hermione first and then at her brother. "What's going on?"

"I think we at least got Ginny on our side."

"Your side about what?" Ginny asked dusting her self off and stepping closer.

"Yea, but your parents don't even know anything about this-"

"About what?" Ginny asked again, taking yet another step closer.

"Actually now that I think about, I really think we should have told them before we told Ron, you know?"

"Tell them what?" Ginny said, finally breaking their bubble and putting their a hand on each one of their shoulders.

George spoke as Hermione started him down. "Well, we just had to tell Ron about, you know, us."

"Oh, yeah Ron was just telling us about that." Ginny said falling on the chair by the couch.

"Told them about us?" Hermione asked hurriedly.

Ginny nodded and George told her the rest, "I just asked Hermione if she wanted to move in with me at the shop, and she said yes." Ginny looked suddenly offended. George noticing this said the next part slowly, "And…I said that we would have to make sure it's okay with my family that you wouldn't care but the rest of the family, well I don't know about them."

Ginny stood up quickly and shot them both a scary stare before she said, "Yea, well I don't think it's a good idea, so you better hope mom and dad are in a good mood." She stormed out of them room and Hermione and George heard every step before a door slammed.

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