George Weasley

I sat alone in my office at Gringotts with my feet on the desk and thought how much Bill was right. This curse breaking job was fun and it got my mind off things when I was working on a case. It was the down time that was unbearable sometimes though. These were the times I thought about Fred and how much I missed him. When he first died, I was in a bad place and no one could save me from myself. I didn't like the person I was and no matter how much my family tried to save me I just wasn't ready. There was one person who was always there for me though and I missed her. She had just disappeared one day and if I had known I would never see her again there is so much I would have said to her. I couldn't help but think I was to blame for her leaving, at least partially.

"Hey, George, you got a letter," Bill said as he tossed the envelope on my desk.

I looked down at the letter and didn't recognize the handwriting. Who was sending me a letter? It wasn't unusual for me to get letters but there was no name on the return address just an address in muggle London. I didn't know anyone in the muggle world that I knew of.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Bill asked as he plopped down on the couch in my office and put his feet up on the coffee table.

I slid my finger under the seal and pulled out the piece of paper. I read it to myself:

Mr. George Weasley,

You don't know me, but my name is Beatrix Granger. You know my mom Hermione well though. You were with her the summer before I was born, and I think you may be my father. I would like to invite you to my wedding and get to know you. Please come. I look forward to knowing who my father is.

Can't wait to meet you,

Beatrix Granger

I stared at the letter in utter shock. All this time Hermione had been living in muggle London and she had been hiding a big secret. How could she not tell me I was a dad? The last time I saw her was twenty years ago. I had missed twenty years of my daughter's life because Hermione had withheld this information from me. I got up from the desk and headed out the door as quickly as I could.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Bill asked.

I stopped and turned to see him standing in the doorway of my office. "Muggle London," I answered.

"What the hell for?" he asked.

"I have a daughter there," I answered.

I smiled at the shocked look on his face as I turned to leave. Once out of the bank I apparated to my flat to pack. I had to get there as soon as possible the wedding was in two days. At my flat I got out my suitcase and sat it on the bed. I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed beside my suitcase. I put my head in my hands and ran my hands through my hair. A daughter? I remembered the last time I saw Hermione. She had been in Three Broomsticks, which is a place I never saw her. I was there trying to wash away Fred's memory, like I did a lot in those days.

Twenty years ago…

I stared into my drink. I knew I had probably had one too many tonight, but it just wasn't working tonight. I needed something else to take the edge off. I thought about how much my family was worried about me but at least they had stopped sending people to try and rescue me. To be honest even though I wasn't ready to be rescued yet, I missed my family trying to save me from myself. I also knew I had to want to be saved and I wasn't there yet. I did hope one day I would get there though.

"Hey stranger," I heard from beside me.

I looked up to see Hermione sit down on the barstool next to me. We hadn't talked much since that night Fred died. She had been there for me and I had needed comfort. One thing led to another and she had given me the only thing that made me feel anything. I felt bad afterwards for using her that way. I had taken something from her she could never get back. It was selfish and thinking back on it I wanted to apologize but I didn't know how. How did you say I'm sorry I took your virginity? If I hadn't been hurting so much I probably wouldn't have done it and so could have said no but she didn't. So we both just pretended like it didn't happen. Which made all the family get togethers she attended awkward.

"Don't worry I'm not here to try and rescue you or anything," she said before she ordered a shot of firewhisky.

I had to laugh at the look on her face as she swallowed. I was sure I had never seen her drink, much less firewhisky. Hell even I couldn't handle the stuff very often. It had to a particularly bad night for me to touch it. I laughed out loud again as she downed another one. What had she done that was so bad she was torturing herself like that?

"That really is a pleasant sound," she said as she set the shot glass on the bar and turned to look at me.

"What?" I asked unsure what she was talking about.

"Your laugh, its been so long since I've actually hear you laugh."

I smiled. She was right. I hadn't had a reason to laugh since Fred died. It was like a part of me died with him. Maybe Hermione was exactly what I needed. She was my way out of this slump I was in. She was acting so out of character tonight though. I wasn't sure where her head was right now. There was a reason she was here, and I was sure I wasn't the reason this time.

As the night went on we talked but not about anything important. She talked about moving away from here and I tried to talk her out of it. She would be missed if she left. We laughed as we made fun of people and I realized how good it felt to laugh. I had missed laughing and, in that moment, it was time to change. Then three more drinks later, Hermione leaned in and whispered, "You wanna get out of here?"

I knew it was a mistake from the moment the words came from her mouth, but I said, "I have a room upstairs."

I hopped off the barstool and grabbed her hand. She followed me up the stairs to my room. As soon as the door shut behind us I pushed her up against it and kissed her. She depended the kiss and pulled me closer as she put her hands in my hair. It had been a long time since I had been with anyone and I wanted her more than anything, so I pushed the fact that I would probably regret this in the morning out of my head.

Hermione's hands fisted the hem of my shirt as I broke the kiss and began to trail kisses down her neck. Her hands roamed up my chest and pulled me closer to her as she ground her hips into mine. I reached behind her as she kissed me again and slip down the zipper of her dress. I stepped back a little and pulled the dress down her shoulders watching it pool on the floor at her feet. Hermione reached for the hem of my shirt again and I helped her pull it over my head. I tossed it to the floor along side her dress. I started kissing her neck and when I moved down to her collar bone, she moaned softly. I put my hands on her bottom and left her up. She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her to the desk. Her lips found mine and her fingers started working the button and zipper on my pants. Once my pants were down around my ankles, I put my hands on her bottom and pulled me closer to her, so she could feel my erection against her. I wanted her so bad. I had never wanted anyone like this. My heart was racing like it was going to beat out of my chest. My kisses became more passionate as my tongue invaded her mouth.

She broke the kiss and started to kiss my neck. I let out a low moan as she kissed the spot behind my ears. Both my hands were on her bottom and she pushed forward rubbing again me. She knew just how to push my buttons like we were made for each other or something. I was just tall enough for this to work.

"You're going to have to lose these," she said in my ear in a tone oozed sex, while she tugged at the waist band of her boxers.

She kissed me again and I couldn't think straight. I had to have her. I slid me hand into her pants and moved my fingers over her in a slow circular motion. She was so wet, and I wanted more.

"George," she moaned my name. I loved the sound of my name on her lips. The way she said it turned me on even more. She bucked against my hand.

"I want to hear you scream my name," I whispered in her ear.

"George," she said a little louder this time. I worked my fingers faster now and slid one inside her. She moaned again. The way she was bucking into my fingers I could tell she was close.

"I want to be inside you and feel you come while you scream my name," I said with my breath on her neck.

I wanted her so bad and I wasn't turning back. She had me so worked up. The way she moved against me was so seductive. I removed my hand from her knickers, and she lifted her bottom for me to slide them off. I didn't hesitate, and as her knickers fell from my hand to the floor. She reached for my boxers and pulled them down with the same urgency. I kicked my boxers and pants off and with one swift, hard motion I buried myself inside her.

Present day….

The next morning when she was in the shower I let the regret get to me as I laid in the bed alone. I had taken the cowards way out again and left. I quickly found my clothes and left before she got out of the shower. I often wondered what she thought when she came out and I was gone. But I never got the chance to find out because I never saw her again. Now though was my chance. I was going to London to see her and apologized for walking out on her twice. She also had some explaining to do.

A/N: There is how she and George got together, so there's a chance he could be Beatrix's father. Next up is Harry. Any guesses who her father is? Unlike Mamma Mia, you will find out her the father is by the end of the story.