Hermione's thoughts began to race as she laid there. Should she move? Pretend that she was asleep and allow him to wake up first? While she was silently arguing with herself she felt George begin to stir. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to feign sleep as he woke up a little more. After a few moments, she felt his body jump and suddenly he wasn't there anymore. Hermione was happy that he had moved but missed the warmth for a few seconds until she opened her eyes and stretched. When she looked over to George he had this strange look on his face and he was looking at her but not really looking at her at the same time. It was almost as though he was looking through her if that was possible.

"George?" Hermione began and he shook his head.

"I need a shower." He croaked and turned to leave the little crevice. She allowed him to go without another word and stayed where she was.

After George left, Hermione shook herself angrily. There was no way that she could have enjoyed that, this was her love's twin brother. I enjoyed it while I was still asleep and thought it was Fred. She kept repeating those words to herself over and over again and eventually she crawled out onto the beach. The storm over night had knocked some branches off the tree but she was happy to see the fruit that had also fallen from the trees. Hermione grabbed some and put them on a large umbrella looking leaf so it was kind of like a plate. As she took a bite into one of the mangoes, she wished she had the newspaper so she would know what was happening in the wizarding world. Most of all, she wanted to know if people were looking for them. After Hermione had finished eating, she put the rest of the fruit that she had not touched on George's side of the island. It was as if she was leaving him a peace offering. He did not return until a few hours after their awkward encounter and when he did come back things remained silent.

Without books or human contact, Hermione was getting very bored. She stood up from the rock that she had been sitting on since she had finished eating and decided to walk around the island. While she walked into the forest or jungle part of the island, she could feel George's eyes on her but he did not say anything as she disappeared into the growth. Growing up, Hermione's parents had hardly taken her hiking. They had always encouraged her to get ahead in her studies and possibly become a dentist like they were. As she walked inside of the forest, she could feel a part of her awakening. With each step she took, the more comfortable she became in this environment until she found herself at a pool of water with a slight waterfall over it. This must be where George went, Hermione thought to herself and began to undress so she could also have a chance to bathe. The pool was about the diameter of a hot tub but it was about four feet deep and she embraced the warm water as she stepped inside of it.

Although she didn't have any soap or shampoo on her, Hermione wet her hair and tried to wipe the mud and dirt off of her body with leaves and moss. When she was as clean as she could possibly get considering the circumstances she allowed her eyes to droop and rest for a little while. "Why are you still so afraid?" The voice came again from the heavens. From within her dream, Hermione woke up and spoke.

"What do you mean? What is there to be so afraid of?" She replied. The forest around her was growing darker and darker until all she could see were golden eyes peeking at her. As Hermione's heart began to race with fear she heard the voice laugh. As she stepped back to have her back safe against the tree she stepped on a stick which then snapped. The noise from the snap could not have been anymore loud in the silent forest. The eyes snapped to her and before she knew it they were making eye contact.

Don't be afraid.

"But now I am so afraid!" She screamed back to the voice. "Why do you keep coming to me? Why are you chasing me?" The owner of the golden eyes finally came out into the open. The lion was still there.

All will be known in due time.

"Hermione?! HERMIONE?!" A voice bellowed and Hermione's eyes opened quickly. She saw George running through the woods and slow when he saw her in the pool. "Are you okay?" He asked her. She looked at him without a reply. His face was white and his ginger hair was sticking on end. George looked very concerned and when Hermione didn't reply he lifted her out of the water and onto a nearby rock. It didn't occur to Hermione that she was naked, she was still in a daze from her dream. As she started to come around and take in her surroundings she looked at George.

"How did you find me?" She rasped. Hermione hardly even recognized her own voice while she spoke. George looked at her, still concerned.

"I could hear you screaming and I could just feel that something was wrong," was his reply as he pointed towards his heart. "You can't just go running off like that. We don't know what's in this jungle. Something could happen to you." George took off his shirt and Hermione quickly put it on with her cheeks glowing bright red from embarrassment.

Hermione and George walked back to the beach without another word. They were both lost in their own thoughts and although Hermione didn't know what George was thinking about she knew what she was. She was thinking about George and why he was so hot and cold with her. He could absolutely hate her guts one minute and then run to make sure she was okay from his intuition. Hermione's heart rate still was not entirely back to normal from the dream and she wished that they had chocolate to try and calm her nerves. She had never had dreams that seemed so vivid and real. George steered her over to the crevice and they both went inside and they sat on the mattress made of moss.

"I think it's time that I'm up front with you about everything." George said after a few minutes and Hermione glanced at him, surprised. Her thoughts went back to where they'd been on their walk back to the crevice how hot and cold he was. Was it possible that she would be getting the answer to that question. She saw George look at the star necklace that she was wearing and clear his throat.

"Hermione, as much as it has seemed it recently, I don't hate you." George began. Hermione nodded, urging him to continue. "I was just so hurt that you wouldn't let people know that you and Fred were together when he and I were so close that it felt like we were the same person. Then, when I found out that Ginny knew I got angry."
"Ginny found out by acci-" Hermione tried to butt in but George shook his head. He looked as though he had aged four or five years since he began his story.

"After Fred died I started to feel weird. It was a feeling that I had never felt before and I went to the library to find out about it. I was starting to get sort of an insight into his thoughts and feelings. Fred hardly kept secrets from me but suddenly I found out all of those secrets that he had kept from me. At the same time, part of me felt cold… as though a part of me died when Fred died. It turns out that most twins, even identical twins, share a strong bond but in mine and Fred's case our bond was stronger. It has a term but I can't think of it now, but it's sort of like a part of Fred's soul has entered my soul."

Hermione blocked everything out for a few minutes. Why was George telling her all of this? She had heard of this bond happening before, but, just like George, was unable to think of what it was called.

"The real reason why I've been so distant with you and my moods have been so bipolar around you is because I'm afraid." George seemed to be close to tears again. Hermione raised her hand to his arm to encourage him that everything was and would be okay. "When Fred died and part of his soul came inside of mine I started to see everything that Fred saw in you. I can see why he admired and loved you so much. I don't want to come in between what you and Fred had and I'm afraid that it is going to happen." George finished.

Don't be afraid.