Hi Everyone!

So it's been forever since I updated. Four whole years but who's counting? I had had such bad writer's block with this fic and then completely forgot that I had an account. Recently, I've gotten back into writing and rediscovered my account =) . I'm excited to finish up this story and I've even written out an outline so I know exactly where this is going to go and it's going to be ten chapters when it's finished. I hope you guys enjoy and I apologize for those who have waited this long for an update. If you choose to review, please leave kind reviews. Hope you enjoy!

P.S. I'll be posting some of the one shots that I've written over the four years I've been MIA and I hope to start another fic in the near future

Thanks,

Beca

Hermione's heart thudded when George stopped talking. She did not know how to respond immediately, however she couldn't help but think about what had transpired between them that morning. Although it was an accident, it had still happened. She could still feel his skin pressed up against hers. Finally, with an apprehensive gulp, she opened her mouth to speak.
"So what you're saying is, there's a piece of Fred in you?" She finally said, slowly. George looked straight into her eyes and nodded.

"Yes. Yes there is. But I don't want it to come between our friendship. I don't want you to think that I am Fred, because I'm not. He would want you to try and move on and be happy." Hermione wasn't sure that she wanted to move on.

She had always known that Fred and George were different. Many people tried to pair them together without remembering that they were two completely different individuals. Yes, they had the same dream of opening their joke shop together and came from the same family. They played the same Quidditch position and enjoyed getting into mischief but that's really where their similarities stopped. Fred enjoyed reading and his quiet time and from what Hermione had noticed George was more likely to go for a hike or a walk when he had spare time. Fred liked eating burgers and steaks but George was more a salad with chicken kind of person. They both had entirely different tastes in music.

"George, if something were to happen between us then it would be because of who you are as a person. Not because of this bond you have with Fred." Hermione finally told him with a small smile.

They sat next to each other without speaking for a few minutes until George stood up.

"I wish we had a way to get off this island." He said, changing the subject. "I hate not having magic or anything… and I feel like we should have been found by now with all of the magic the professors aboard the ship had. This is all my fault. I never should have jumped. Things were just getting so hard for me. I just hate not having him here. I feel so incomplete without him. If we're never found I'll never forgive myself for getting you stuck here."

"George, everything happens for a reason. Yes, it sucks that we're stuck here but let's take advantage of this. Let's get to know each other better. It's a beautiful island and we haven't found anything to make me think that we're in danger. Let's try and enjoy it."

A few days had passed and George and Hermione seemed to be getting along a lot better now that the tension between them had been worked out. George had erased the line he drew the first night on the island and Hermione had split up the bed in the mini cave into two smaller sized bed to George was protected from the elements. They had spent most of their time together and George had figured out how to fish efficiently so they were no longer living on just fruit that they found on the island.

Hermione could feel herself falling quickly for George and felt extremely guilty about it. She knew it wasn't a rebound sort of thing like most of her friends and family were most likely going to think if they ever got found. The better she got to know him, however, the stronger those feelings got. She couldn't tell if George's feelings were getting stronger, he hadn't mentioned anything since their initial conversation but at least they weren't getting weaker and he didn't seem to be acting too differently towards her.

The island was starting to feel more and more like home as well. Even though Hermione knew she should be anxious about getting home, she surprisingly wasn't. For someone who had wanted to get rescued quickly in the beginning, she was enjoying her time there. It was the first time in years that she was able to relax and enjoy herself.

"Hermione, want to go for a walk?" George said once he woke up one morning. Hermione had been up for a while. She had left the cave to watch the sun rise and to gather up some breakfast for them to share. With a nod, she stood up and they walked out of the cave together. It was a beautiful day, the sky a beautiful blue without a cloud to be seen. The ocean water looked crystal blue, refreshing, and inviting. They would most likely go swimming after their walk. That's the routine they'd been following for a few days, ever since they'd aired everything out between them.

"It's nice out." George said, echoing her thoughts when he walked out of the cave. Hermione nodded without responding and they began their walk. Although there was no way to tell time, they estimated their daily walk took approximately an hour. Today, however, George took them a slightly different way deeper into the island.

"How'd you find this path?" Hermione asked him as they walked. "I thought we explored every single inch of this island."

"I could have sworn we did, it's like it appeared out of nowhere. I found it a few days ago when you stayed back to take a nap." He answered. Even though they had been spending a lot of their time together, they had both agreed that they needed time to themselves everyday. It had been working perfectly so far. Hermione had been surprised to see that George, although extremely outgoing and an attention seeker, also enjoyed the occasional peace and quiet. After walking for what Hermione estimated to be about 20 minutes, they found themselves at a clearing. Towards the side was a waterfall that emptied into a beautiful pool of crystal blue water. Then, as Hermione scanned the clearing she saw-

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yup, a shack."

Where could it have come from? Was it safe? Questions kept swarming through her brain as George took her forearm and walked the two of them closer towards it. It definitely wasn't as well built as it would have been if a contractor had done it but it still looked a lot better than their current living situation.

"I went in it when I found it." George admitted reluctantly, as though he was afraid she'd be mad for going behind her back. "I just wanted to make sure it was safe before I brought you into it… I didn't want anything to happen to you." His ears turned bright pink and Hermione had to stifle a giggle. They had both, indirectly, shown that they had feelings for each other just seemed to be getting stronger by the day. She didn't understand why he felt the need to keep hiding it. Together they walked up the steps and onto a small porch. George opened the door and they walked in together. It was a three room shack and it looked like it hadn't been lived in in quite some time. There was a main living/dining area, and then doors led to what Hermione assumed was the bathroom and a bedroom.

It wasn't fancy, by any means, but it would get the job done. Hermione walked into the bathroom and saw where someone had built a shower that was connected to a barrel outside that collected rain water. Then there was a composting toilet looking sort of thing. She was so happy that she'd actually be able to take some sort of shower and have some privacy when she used the toilet. When she walked into the bedroom her heart skipped a beat when she saw a queen size bed along with a closet and a set of drawers. There were a few outfits in the drawer and noticed that they were just a little bigger than George's size, which she only knew because she'd been in charge of the laundry when she was at the Burrow. There were a female's clothes too that would fit her perfectly. She smiled to herself, she'd been wearing her pajamas for well over a week, although, Merlin only knows how long they had actually been stranded. She'd stopped keeping track and it could have easily been more like two or three weeks.

George had been in the living area on the patchy couch while Hermione walked around. She fumbled around the kitchen area and saw that there was a pit that they could on along with a couple of pans. Once again, not fancy but way better than what they had been used to. It must have taken whoever had built it a while to build meaning they'd been stuck on the island for a long time. She glanced across the room to where George had been sitting but saw that he'd gotten up and was walking to her. He pulled her into a hug.

"This is just what we needed. We're going to make it, Hermione. We're really going to make it. We can do this." She looked up at him and smiled, hugging him back even tighter.