An: Short chapter, long wait. However, this part was hard to write, and I left it at an easier part... so, hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 9

Hermione looked up at George when she felt him squeeze her hand. She felt kind of guilty, she was the one that was supposed to be comforting him. This was his family and he hadn't seen them in a long time, because of her. Suddenly she felt like crying. Even though she had been thinking the same thing all day, she hadn't really thought about it until then. This was all her fault, she needed to realize that and be there for him.

She found herself still looking into his face and smiled up at him, squeezing his hand back. He smiled back and opened the door, walking in and dragging her behind him by the hand. She couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was he excited about seeing them, or was he nervous.

They walked to the kitchen, both wondering why it was so quiet- was everyone outside in the backyard. They had often had supper back there during the summer. Expecting to have to walk through another door, George grabbed Hermione around the waist and steered towards the exit, but as they walked past the kitchen- something, something's, red caught their eye and they jumped away from each other.

"Everyone, hi!" George said a little too excitedly- obviously nervous. Nobody said a word at first, nobody even seemed to notice they were in the room.

Finally Charlie spoke, "Wow, looks like my family turned into bloody beasts while I was gone. I met Dragons more friendly then this lot." They were trying to break the silence, but no one could laugh. Even Hermione, who wanted nothing more then laughter, could muster one.

"Yeah, who knew? Hermione, nice to see you, how long has it been?" Bill added as they both stood up and walked over to shake hands, smiling pleasantly.

Even though she knew they weren't going to be the ones she would have problems with tonight, she was even scared of them. "Uh, a-a long time, I think." George was still an uncomfortable distance from her- and she could feel Ron's eyes her. Bill took her coat as she fidgeted from one foot to the other. When she got the courage to look at the table she realized that he was the only one looking at them- everyone was silently eating. But he wasn't just looking at her- like a glance, he was staring at her. Not creepily, but like he used to. Longingly, like he had something to say.

She wanted to know what he was thinking- his face wasn't telling anything. His face- he sure did look good. He was wearing some of Georges cloths and his hair was unruly, like he used to keep it. She used to brush it everyday, when he couldn't yell at her. When she realized that she was staring she almost ran from the room. Before she knew it she was crying. She couldn't even control it either- she was just on the floor bawling, with George, Bill, Charlie, and Ron all around her trying to ask her what was wrong.

But the thing was… she didn't really know. Bill and Charlie eventually gave up, once she was in the living room sitting on the couch. George with his arm around her, on the couch, and Ron across from them looking at the floor. Even though they had left the room, she could still hear Bill's voice from the kitchen, and he seemed to be screaming. Wiping her nose on her shirt she asked, "What's going on?" in one breath, before loud tears started again.

"Uh, don't worry about it 'Mione." Ron said not looking up from the floor. Between not facing her and her crying, she could hardly hear him, but she knew what he was saying.

"Yeah, just calm down." She heard Georges voice say in her ear, and his hand rubbing her back.

"I'm- I'm sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me." She said wiping her eyes and taking a deep breath.

George laughed a little, "It's just been a long time since you've cried, and if I do recall it was for the same reason." What was that supposed to mean? How come he knew what she was crying about and she didn't? She would have to ask later… as soon as she figured out where she was…

Hermione looked around the room finally able to see through her eyes. "Where are we?"

"The Living room." Ron said quietly from the chair, still not looking up from the floor.

"Th-the living room?" Hermione asked looking around confused.

Ron shook his head mumbling to the floor, "They said they changed it to look like it did- uh, back then…" he said his face turning red. Why hadn't she noticed that when she walked in? Hermione looked around a little, trying to remember the room ever looking like this. She jumped when she felt George rub her back again. She had sort of forgotten he was in the room.

"Are you feeling a little better now? Do you want to go home?" George asked She turned a little so she could look up at him. He looked back at her, and for once, she could tell from his face what he might be thinking- because he looked really mad about something. At the same time she also saw that he was trying to stay calm, and of course, trying to clam her down. She smiled at him and pulled his arm around her.

She jumped again when she heard Ron jump up from his seat and- sort of stumble- out of the room. Once again she had been unaware of her surroundings.

Suddenly she was crying again, only this time she was alone on the couch. She realized this so suddenly that she stopped crying immediately. Where had George gone? She got up from the couch and walked slowly to the doorway. She could hear screaming, but before she had time to tune in on the words, George came flying around the corner and almost ran her over. "Oh Jeez, Hermione!" He said grabbing her before she flew into something. "Sorry." He said quickly before his face fell from a sneer to frown. "AND GET THE GIT HIS OWN CLOTHES! IF YOU CAN CHANGE THE WHOLE HOUSE, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO BUY SOME DAMN CLOTHES. DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY PUTTING FRED'S CLOTHES ON HIM? 'OH I KNOW WHAT WE CAN DO TO FUCK WITH GEORGE' WELL YOU DID IT THEN!" He screamed so loud Hermione had the urge to cover her ears with her hands. She watched George dive for their coats and looked around the room. Everyone was looking at the table- except Bill and Charlie who were looking surprised- and Ron who was looking uncomfortably down at his shirt. Obviously he hadn't been aware whose clothes they were either.

She felt George grab her arm and start dragging her out of the room and heard Bill say, "Nice to see you then Hermione." Before they were out in the yard, leaving the door open behind them. They walked faster then she was physically able to without George's assistance, almost falling twice each.

When they were at the end of the property George finally let go of her and sort of just fell to his knees on the grass. She fell down next to him as he started to scream. He screamed so loudly she was sure they could hear him at the house. After a minute he stopped and stared at ground.

She didn't know what to say, and a few more minutes when by before she decided she had to say something. "Umm, Geor-"

"Hermione." He choked throwing himself over at her. He was crying. "Hermione, What did I do?"