AN: This took me pretty much forever, but here you are, please remember to review, I would like to dedicate this chapter to.. psyco chick 2006, becuase I need a good reminder and- like I said-even soemthing a little threatening will allow me to update sooner. Though a bunch of good reviews will do the same. I went over this chappy a little bit to check for mistakes, but I know there are still a lot. Oh, and please dont take anything in this offensive, or you can, cause I dont care, I liked this idea a lot, and I cant wait to write the next chapter.

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Chapter 7

George walked into the bathroom and grabbed his tooth brush, squirting toothpaste on it and looking at Hermione through the mirror. They'd been living together for about two weeks. George wasn't talking to anyone in his family except Bill and Charlie, they were the only ones who weren't against him. Hermione felt guilty about it, but she knew how the Weasley's must be feeling. They had just gotten their son back, they didn't want anything to happen to him, even a little heart break.

She smiled back and blinked, scrubbing her back teeth. Her parents as well hadn't been that thrilled about her moving in with George either, but they also knew how much of a change she'd gone through since she moved in with the Weasley's. Her parents were furious with the other Weasley's for the way they were acting, calling it childish and what not, but her father and Mr. Weasley were rather good friends and it was hard for them to hold grudges against each other.

But the thing that kept Hermione and George awake at night was the thought of Ginny. Besides eachother, Ginny really was both their only best friends. She wouldn't write back to their owls or anything. According to Hermione's dad, who had heard from Arthur, Ginny wasn't talking to anyone except Ron. Even to him she was distant.

They were pretty sure they knew what it was too. Ginny felt betrayed. Hermione and George had made the decision to leave without her thought, and they had left her alone. But at the same time Hermione didn't understand why Ginny couldn't understand, she had to know how she felt. Ginny had been there that week, and the time after, she knew how they felt about each other. It was enough to make her want to send a howler.

George rinsed his tooth brush and put it in the cup, turning and kissing Hermione on the top of her head. "Good morning love."

Hermione spit and rinsed her mouth, dropping her toothbrush next to his, and turning around. She lifted herself on her toes a little and kissed him on the nose. "Morning." She said walking out of the bathroom-into the room. "I think I slept to late again, I have about fifteen minuets to get to work." She said pulling on a sweater over her shirt. "I was thinking about riding the bus, I think it'll wake me up a little. Maybe I'll ride it home as well."

"What time did you think you were going to get home?" he asked looking at his self in the mirror and scrunching his nose, running his hands though his hair to stop it from falling in his face.

"Why." She asked looking at him curiously and walking to him to comb it with her fingers.

"No reason really, I just wanted to know when you were getting home." He smiled as Hermione started to wrap his hair in her fingers.

She smiled back at him in the mirror again, as she had in the bathroom. "Your hair is getting curly."

"Family trait, when it gets to long it starts to get curly. I need to get it cut."

"I remember, Ron's hair used to do that too." She said standing on tip toe to put her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed him in then opened them again to see him frowning. "What's wrong? I didn't mean it that way." She said beginning to get worried.

Not thinking the same thing, he told her what he was really thinking. "Hermione, Bill and Charlie are visiting this weekend. Their coming in tonight, and I was thinking it would be a good chance for a reason to go to the house. See how things are, you know, how Gi-everyone is." He said at her through the mirror.

She fell back to her feet and smiled at him reassuringly, "I think that's a good idea…" she trailed off and looked into his eyes.

He smiled, knowing what she was thinking. "Would you like to come with?" he asked turning around so that he didn't have to look at her through the mirror anymore.

"Do you think they would care?"

"They aren't going to say anything about with Bill and Charlie there." He said pushing his hair out of his face again. "And if they do, and it turns out that it was a bad idea, then we'll leave." He said, like it was that simple.

Hermione knew that it wasn't going to be that simple though. If they were kicked out of the house, George would be crushed. Hell, she would be crushed too. She missed nights when they were all together and they ate dinner. Besides she hadn't talked to Charlie and Bill in years, and they were going to be the final judgement for hers and George's relationship.

She curled her lips and walked to the door. She opened the door and looked behind her, "Then when I get home?"

He smiled, "When you get home?" She said shutting the door.

She walked down the stairs and opened the door to the shop. The house elves smiled at her and greeted her as she walked by. They were all cheerier then normal today, and she took that as a good sign.

Just as she was about to reach the door Shiela stepped out in front of her. "Hello Mrs. Weasley." She said tucking some boxes under her arms and smiling up at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the younger girl and smiled. "No Shiela, Granger. We haven't even known each other that long."

"You're still not hitched yet? I thought you two went to school together? Well, I hope you don't wait to long, I know your still long, but you want tall the time you can get with him. Even if you two live to be eighty together, that's not always enough." she said quietly smiling. Hermione tilted her head to the side and smiled.

She hadn't really thought about it, but she really had known him longer than she realized.

"Well you two love birds will be together soon. If I were you, after what he did, I think I would have asked him to marry me." She said situating the boxes under her arm.

Hermione lifted her eyebrow and said, "What are you talking about, what he did?"

She stopped smiling for a second and looked at Hermione pursing her lips. And then started to smiled again, even bigger then before. "Oh my Gawd, he is such a sweet heart."

"What are you talking about?"

She made a motion with her finger to have Hermione follow her. "I can't believe he didn't even tell you about it. He had all the house elves working on it the last three weeks. Then last night I was here late setting up the stand. Already it's selling like mad." She said walking to stand Hermione had never seen before. It was quite a large stand, with thousands of small bottles.

She backed up a little at the picture on the side of the cardboard stand. It was her favorite picture of herself and George. They were both facing the camera. His arms wrapped around her, her head back on his shoulder, kissing the top of her head. The picture was outlined in a pink heart and the her name covered a large portion on the cardboard above the heart.

Under the heart it said. 'Happy Christmas Love.' Hermione could fell her eyes tearing up and slowly started to walk to the other side of the box. On each little bottle was printed, 'Her scent' with a small heart under it.

Hermione didn't know how to react. Behind her she heard Sheila screech, "Mr. Weasley, over here." Hermione turned quickly. She turned in time to see George open the door to his office back up, and look out for whoever had called him. Sheila started to wave her free arm above her in the air, and called to him again.

When he found the person calling for him, and then the person next to them, a cocky smile came across his face, and he started to walk over to them. As he got closer, his small smile started to fade and then a look of worry spread across his face. When he reached them he grabbed her hand and said, "I'm sorry."

Hermione didn't know when she'd done it, but suddenly she realized she was crying. She choked out a laugh and said, "Nothing." Bursting into more happy tears. She reached up and kissed him quickly, then threw her arms around him crying into his shirt.

He ran his hand through her hair and said, "I thought you would like it, I'm sorry." He still sounded worried, and Hermione looked up at him laughing.

Sheila spoke for her, "Oh Mr.Weasley, she loves it."

He looked from Hermione to the perfumes, to Sheila and then around again, confused. "Then why the hell are you crying?"

"Don't you know anything about women Jeeze." Sheila smirked, and Hermione looked again to see him shoot a glare at her. The younger woman ignored and walked away saying over her shoulder, "They're tears of joy silly."

As soon as she was gone he looked back down at her still worried, she nodded to tell him that it was true and he sighed a heavy sigh. She laughed again, "I didn't mean to make you cry, even happy tears, I just wanted everyone to know, you know, that I love you- and you know, that we were going to be together as long as the everlasting scent last."

She laughed again, choking a little more as more tears fell from her eyes. He frowned again hugging her tighter. "Everlasting?"

"Like I hope our relationship will be." He said and then he pointed to the stand. She followed his hand to the blue bottle, "That's the actual perfume." He reached over and grabbed it off the shelf and opened it to let her smell.

"I don't smell anything?"

"That's probably because you smell it everyday, its your scent. If you were me, then you would smell an implacable smell, something kind of sweet, but flowery. I don't know how to explain it."

Hermione looked away from his eyes back at the stand, hoping to stop the tears. "And the green bottles? How come there are less?"

"That's the little potion you spray on the cloths, the smells everlasting so it cant be washed out. Only the potion will get rid of the smell, if there was someone in this world who didn't want to smell you all day." He said sniffing her.

"Stop that tickles." She said laughing and pushing out of his arms. She kissed him on the forehead, "Thank you." And then ran for the door, screaming behind her, "I'm late, thank you thank you thank you, LOVE YOU!" she screamed from the door, and then shut it behind her. George watched her run past every window smiling, before he jumped in the air and went back to work.

All she did was tell one person and before she knew it then entire place was talking about it. "Hermione you are so lucky." Was what she heard from every healer and nurse that went by. She smiled every time she heard it, knowing how true it was.

But when at about noon three healers came running at her, and stopped her thoughts right away. Hermione stopped them before they could say anything. "I know I'm lucky, listen I need to get done here so I can get home, I still have a lot of work and I was thinking about telling Harry about wha-"

"Ma'am." The younger one screamed. "Ma'am hurry." He said grabbing her hands and beginning to pull her.

"They think he's waking up miss." Another of the younger healers screeched, smiling and pulling her hand.

Hermione dragged her feet a little not understanding. "Who is?"

The final person, an older female nurse from behind her, answered. "Mr. Potter healer ma'am."

As soon as the thoughts sat in her brain, she was off like a bullet. Both younger healers were on the floor, where she pushed them, when she screamed back, "Thank you!" and then took the stairs all the way to the top. She wasn't about to have a mishap in the elevator.

She slid past the door, and then turned around running in through the open doorway. "Harry?" she said louder then she meant to.

"Some of the other healers, who didn't know Hermione glarred at her, but the ones who did and the nurses who had been with Harry since the beginning, smiled. The head nurse walked up to her. "What would like us to do miss?'

Hermione smiled and looked around the room. "Firstly, there can not be this many people in the room. I don't even think there were this many people at Dumbldore's funeral." She joked. Pointing at some of the healers she didn't know.

All the ones that were ushered out got pissy with her, telling her they were all specialist, there to make sure that Harry lived. Hermione told them to wait outside, and that if she needed them she would make sure to call them in.

She walked over to the three remaining nurses and smiled. Today was a wonderful day, she knew one thing she had to do.

She called a nurse over and smiled, "Please send an owl to Ginny Weasley, tell her to come to this room immediately, not to get her hopes up but we think that he might be waking up. Tell her not to take the time to tell anyone else, just get here ASAP."

Her favorite nurse nodded. "Yes." She smiled and then ran out of the room.

Hermione took a seat next to the bed, unable to stop smiling. Apparently a nurse in the room had heard a faint cry, and came to investigate. She screamed to some of the other nurses when she saw Harry's hand move. Hermione wrapped her hand around Harry's hand and smiled lighter as she felt Harry's hand move a little in her own. She didn't know how long it would take for Harry to actually wake up, but she knew that Ginny would never forgive her if she hadn't told her. She heard some screaming far off in the hallway and new that Ginny was on her way.

Then she heard something else, a light sobbing, and looked around to see who it was coming from. Were the nurses more excited then she thought. But when she looked up they all seemed to be looking down at Harry. Hermione shook a little and looked down at her friend.

His eyes were opened a little and he seemed to be trying to figure out where he was. Hermione heard a noise and looked behind her to see Ginny enter the rooms smiling. Ginny stopped dead in her tracks though, when she heard the first words that came out of Harry's mouth "Draco?" he said loud enough for the room to hear. Then fell back asleep.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

One of our patients, Mr. Harry Potter had recently waken from quite a long illness. Some of our staff including myself, and two of Harry Potters closest friends were there when it happened and we were all very excited. However I would like to talk to you. I am not letting anyone on the staff go home until you come in, for I do not want to Profit to find out about this quite yet.

Please note that I am not allowing anyone-anyone, in the room when we are speaking, and I am even more than willing to meet you somewhere you might feel more comfortable.

But I have reason to believe that you might want to see Mr. Potter yourself?

Healer Hermione Granger

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