Chapter 5

Hermione stops the pensieve right there. The memories had run out. She is glad. That was the first night that she dreamed of George Fabian Weasley. It wasn't exactly a dream that she wanted to share with either her daughter or her husband.

George places the bowl on a shelf and leads his wife out to their room to go to bed too. He gets into bed and waits for her to get ready. When she sits to take off her slippers, he wraps his arms around her middle and pulls her into bed and kisses her until they are both panting. They paw at each others clothing and slow down to enjoy a few minutes of heaven in each others arms.

"Goodnight, my love." He whispers to her, kissing down her shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist to hold her close in their sleep.

Hermione wakes to a dreary and gray day. She gets up and makes breakfast, before showering and getting dressed. George had promised that she only had the normal daily bookkeeping to do and payroll at WWW. She hopes he isn't stretching the truth. She has a delivery coming today at the book/comic store.

Isabelle floos to the Triple W as the family calls it and slips on her cloak before taking her place behind the register. After her hours here, she will work for her mother. Tomorrow, it is the opposite. Truthfully, she likes her mother's store more. She is like her mother, a bookworm.

George has held out hope that she will take over the Triple W in the future, as Fred and Angie have not had any kids and it doesn't look like it's on the horizon either.

Hermione comes out, after doing the books and making out the checks. She sees that a woman has tried to attach herself onto her husband. She only knows it is George from the back, because she can see his missing ear.

"I am done with the books and checks. Is there anything else, before I go to KWP? Also, what do you want to do for dinner? I want to know what to take out or buy on my way home." She says making it clear that they are together to the dimwit.

Both Weasley twins are happily married to their "high school" loves. George is obviously trying to get away, but can't shake the limpet off. He reaches out to Hermione and feels the tension in her hand.

"I have a plan for dinner. You leave it to me, but make sure that 'Belle knows that we are doing something as a family." Using her hand, he pulls her close and kisses her thoroughly. The limpet on his other side is outrageously offended.

"I have been coming in for a whole week now, I thought I was making headway with you." She rages. "Who is she anyway?" She waves dismissively over to Hermione. The woman in question turns to her fully and sticks out her hand.

"Hermione Jane Weasley, formerly Granger. I happen to be the most powerful witch in the Wizarding World and the Heroine of the second Voldemort War, best friend and second in command to Harry Potter himself. Aside from my battle credentials, I have been this man's wife for well over sixteen years. In fact, our sixteen year old daughter is at the register over there." She turns and motions to Isabelle, who waves to her parents.

George smiles at his wife in adoration. "Yeah, she never has to worry about where my eyes are. They have been squarely on her since she was sorted into Gryffindor and haven't moved from her in all these years. I still cannot believe that I am married to her." He kisses her on the lips again.

The woman huffs. "I am Circe Moldolvo. I went to Beauxbatons. I was in Gabrielle Delacour's class and always heard of her sister's amazing brothers in law."

'Well that explains why I don't know her.' Hermione thinks.

"The only one that has not been married for over a decade is Ronald. You are more than welcome to try your hand at him. My mother in law is having kittens over him not being married." Hermione tells her. "Ron is the other third of the famous "Golden Trio". He is also the other boy that "saved" Gabby from the lake during the Triwizard Tournament. Wait, Gabby! How old are you, twenty? Go away, little girl." George interjects.

Hermione shakes her head and walks off, still a bit upset over this whole deal. Isabelle sees the same thing. The woman is just using another ploy and her father doesn't see it.

Fred looks over and sees that his twin is in trouble. Both Hermione and Isabelle are upset and Hermione is not one to get mad needlessly. "Oi Forge, you have the day off. Your wife is majorly peeved at you at this moment." George shakes the woman off of him, as she has started to glom back onto his arm and walks off toward his daughter.

"Belle, don't cry. I'll fix it all. I don't see anyone that way other than your mother and it will never change." He tells her. "See you tonight, sprog." He kisses Isabelle on the cheek and heads over to KWP.

George finds Hermione tearing through the delivery boxes, with fury. He really did upset his wife with this thing. "Hand over the manifest and we'll work through the boxes." He knows that she needs to work off the anger, before listening, so he checks off the items and magically enters the books into the inventory. Now, he waves and the new items are shelved.

"With that done, let's talk." He leads Hermione to a nook and pours them some tea. "Hermione, I have never and will never love or even look at another. You have held my heart since that first night at the Gryffindor table. That woman doesn't ever stand a chance with me. I have my dream girl and don't need to keep looking." He reaches out and takes her hand.

"You're it for me. I have all I can do to keep up with you and I have an amazing amount of energy." He smirks when he sees a tiny movement of her lips. George pulls her to him, making her straddle his lap. She grins when she feels his reaction to her proximity.

"Yeah, I have an amazingly beautiful wife, who is sitting on my lap and I am always ready and willing to show her just how much I love her." He murmurs in her ear, kissing down to her lips and clutches her tightly to him. "I love only you, and I am attracted to only you, Hermione Weasley." He growls out before his hands start wandering and his lips return to hers.

Isabelle walks through the door, ready to start her shift at her mother's shop when she stops, seeing her parents kissing in the backroom. Instead of crying out about how disgusting it is to see, she watches. She notices that even after all these many years, her parents are still very passionate. It shows in how they interact with each other. Right now, it is very clear how each feels about the other. Yet, they are still being considerate of each other.

When she and Ricky would make out, he was always pushing for more, wanting to go further. His hands were always trying to pull her clothes from her, even when they were in public. Isabelle watches her father's hands glide over her mother's body, but they mostly stay above her waist and massaging her back and holding her head. Her mother's are mostly clutching at him.

This one example is enough to drive home, how much in her relationship with the Corner boy was wrong. He complained of her always wanting to study, her large book collection, her prudish ways, and how her parents didn't like him. She is starting to see that her parents really didn't, mostly because he was trying to make Isabelle into something she was not. He made passes at each attractive girl in the school.

Her best friend and sorta cousin, James, was always trying to get her to break up with the jerk. "He doesn't deserve you, Cuz. He's a leech and is after only one thing. Find someone that will treat you right." He tells her ad nauseum.

"Mum, Dad. You might want to knock it off soon. I just opened and we need to get everything set for the day's sales." Isabelle clears her throat.

George breaks the kiss and smirks up at their girl. "Alright, I just couldn't help kissing your mum." He smiles and helps Hermione get up. "Uncle Fred gave me the day off, which I am sure I will pay for, so I am at you girls' disposal for the day. Remember, we are going out to dinner as a family tonight." He helps Hermione put together some displays and helps clean up the boxes in the back room.