George was scanning the common room with his eyes. She wasn't there. He thought that by running after her, he would catch up and that he could ask all these questions tormenting his mind.
What the F was she talking about? No one could travel so far in the past, of course she was lying. Was she?
Did she told him the truth? How could she have made (ke?) it? It was really strange, confusing, astounding, whatever float your boat.

George wanted to ask her so many questions, but he also wanted to apologize. His behavior had been awful. Sure he was angry, but it wasn't a way to deal with the situation. Hell, he had made(ke?) her cry! It wasn't like him to be like this, it wasn't like him at all. And the urge to apologize was pushing him to search her everywhere.
He asked several fist year girls if they had saw her but with no luck. She wasn't in her dorm either, and when he thought to look at the map, he didn't find her anywhere. Her name wasn't there. Like nowhere at all. Was she out of school? This wasn't possible was it? It was really worrying him, how can someone disappear from the map like that? It wasn't possible, and here again she did something unusual. Was this girl for real?
George put the map back in its hiding place and get to bed.
Maybe tomorrow he will find her.

Hermione cried herself to sleep. How could she have been so stupid and spill all of this like nothing? Right, George. Recently it always was because of George.

Because of him her secret was out, she was deep in it.

He was going to spill it all to a professor and she will become the weapon to win this war. She was on her way to being an object we use and throw to garbage when she will no longer being of use…
This night, new nightmares came to her, bad dream about her, being the last weapon to save them all. Of her being put near slavery to help all of them… It wasn't what she was thinking when she made her plan to help them.

Maybe she should really obliviate him.

When the morning came, Hermione has discreetly gone to the kitchen to have her breakfast before going into hiding before her first class. There was no way she was going to confront him with this. Not on her life, never. She was going to hide from him for the rest of her school years. That was a really bad plan, but for now it was the better she had come with.

George didn't find her at the table like he had plan. She still was absent from the map, and he had no idea where she could be. And the was really annoying him.

Where did this little minx had gone? She had lessons today, like everybody. Maybe if he ask his little brother to…
No bad idea George, it's was already creepy to always follow her around, to bring your brother into this.
He waited, and waited… And her name finally appeared just before the first class started. On the seven floor, in a hallway where there was habitually nothing.
What the…
Where did she came from? She just appeared, like she materialized from thin air.

She really was something else.

The days passed really slowly for him. She didn't come at breakfast, or for lunch, and wasn't there for dinner either. And before he knew it had already been to weeks without seeing her.
"OI, Georgie, where's your body?" that was Fred.
"What are you talking about? I'm right there no? Did you smoke some of Snape's potion ingredient?" He answered a bit at loss.
"I'm talking about your first year body. You know the cute little girl you're always stalking" Fred said amused, a little grin on his face.
George sighed "I don't know, she just vanished." It wasn't the first time he tried to have some news on her.

"vanish? Did you try the map?"

" 'Course I did. But she disappeared when she was on the seven floor. I don't know how she could do that."

"What? Is that even possible? Did you see right?"

"Of course I did, but she just vanished, like in the morning she just appeared on the seven floor. I don't really understand."

"Well, that is really strange."

"I know, I know, but I swear I will discover how she do that."
"Yep, just do that." Fred said to him, going to their room.
George stood still some time thinking. Maybe if he try to wait for her there he would know.
Yes He will just do that. He was going to wait for her first thing in the morning and saw just what she was doing.

With this idea, George had gone to bed, setting an alarm to wake him earlier than he had wake before.

He was going to know how the hell she was doing this one, and confront her about what she had said two weeks ago.

Hermione was happy, she triumphed in avoiding George for two weeks now. With some luck, she will continue to do it for the rest of her life.
He didn't spilled her secret. That was weird. But again, maybe he just didn't believed her. That would be great.

Her doormats tried to ask where she was every night, she just brushed them of with some lies like "I'm coming late and wake really early. I have to study."

But she knew it wouldn't be long before one of her professor came to her to confront her about her disappearance.
She will have to be careful and made up a really good lie.

She wasn't prepared for what was coming.

George was waiting in the corridor for two hour now. Was she there? Or did she already left?

He was going to leave when a door appear on a wall nearby. He ran. And when he get there, she was getting out of a room.
She didn't had the time to saw what was coming. George grab her by the waist her enter the room before closing the door behind him.
She was screaming insanity to him, trying to make him let go of her.

No luck for her. He was going to confront her here and now and there would be no escape for her.

"Are you going to stop screaming!? Merlin woman you're killing my eardrums."

That did the trick.
"Now, where are we?"
She didn't answered that question.
"Merlin, you know you are not going anywhere until I have answers. Now, where are we?"
She mumbled some words he didn't heard.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you well, stop mumbling."

"The room of requirement. I thought you would not show up." She said furiously.
"Bad thinking, I'm too noisy for my own good you know? But of course you would already know that right?"
"Of course I know that. So what do you want? And could you please let go of my arm? You're hurting me."
He let her go, apologizing for hurting her.

"So what do you want to know?" she said.

"What the Hell what rubbish were you talking about last time? Things about coming back in time and all. 1998? Are trying to make me dumber than I am? How the Hell would you want me to believe something like this?"

"I thought you wouldn't believe it and let me drown myself in my nutter world."

"So, you lied?"

"Of course not. Why would I lie? I'm already lost why would I mess with the people here? I wasn't planning on saying anything. I was going to do it all alone and save them all. I was going to save him. Now It's all for nothing, you're going to spill it all and I will be just some odd curiosity. I totally fucked up…."

"Woah, woman! Just… Calm down. How is that even possible?"

"I don't know."

"How can you not know? You did something to come back right?"
"I'm telling you that I don't know! He was dead, I was crying, I couldn't think of anything! Then I just wish a minute or an hour back to save him, all of them! And I just woke up In my effin bed! My bed! In 1991! Seven years back, in my eleven years old body! I. Just. Don't know how I did it!"

George was speechless. This little girl was an eighteen years old person from 1998. If this wasn't so unmanly maybe George would have collapse. He steadied himself and then start talking again.

"So, you really are from another time."

"Yes I am" she snapped.

"And you just… Appeared here?"

"Yes, glade you understand English when someone talk to you George."

"Who did you want to save?"

"Can't say."

"Why do you have to save them?"

"Can't say either."

"Can you say anything at all?"

"Of course not. Do you want to completely mess up the timeline? Bad things happened to wizards who mess with time."

"Right." George couldn't continue this conversation. He was to shock to say anything. So instead, "Right. Come on, breakfast have started. Some tea and bread right?"

Hermione was bemused. Did George just ignore all of that?

"You aren't going to tell someone? For real?"

"Yeah, come on, I'm starving." And George took her hand, leading her out of the room, to go have a breakfast. Like it was any other day and all was normal.

Maybe she had not fuck everything up.