I feel like my story is going a tiny bit slow then I like so I'm going to sped it up. Thank you to all the people who follow, review, and favorite this story. I'm up to 21 reviews! Way more than I expected. Enough with my rambling you guys probably just want to read Chapter 9 so without further a do... CHAPTER 9!

Hermione was currently sitting on one of those chairs in a dressing room. After being convinced by Ginny to go shopping, Hermione was apparted to the crowded city of London. They met Angelina and Luna at a small café where they had tea and scones for breakfast.

Ginny had suggested looking for wedding dresses first just to get it over with and not worry about it later. Angelina guided them to a bridal shop her muggle friend went to. They began to rummage through the countless dresses on the racks. Hermione had a sixth sense when a came to finding clothes for other people so she started to use her skills to help the other girls.

She found a sweetheart a-line gown covered in lace. It had a jeweled belt to give the simple dress a touch of sparkle. It was perfect for Luna. Hermione showed it to her and Luna's eyes lit up as she touch the delicate fabric. Pushing Luna in the direction of the dressing room; Hermione, Ginny, and Angelina waited for their friend.

Luna returned in the dress a while later. Everyone agreed that is perfect for Luna. "Wait until Ron sees you. He'll be drooling before you even make it down the aisle." said Angelina while laughing. Hermione chuckled the comment before getting up out of the chair.

Ginny followed and together they looked for a dress. Hermione thought a mermaid dress would be perfect for Ginny since she has such long legs. Shuffling through the racks Hermione found a bateau mermaid dress with caped sleeves. Ginny wrinkled her nose at the dress. She didn't really like it but Angelina and Luna both insisted she try it.

Giving in, Ginny tried on the dress and wished she never doubted her friends. She loved how the dress mad her look tall and was simple yet elegant. Angelina was going to wear her mother's dress since it was a tradition in her family. Hermione didn't want to buy a dress just yet. She still needed to talk to George.

After their shopping trip, the girls apparted back to the Burrow. They were greeted by while she was preparing lunch for them. Hermione was enjoying her BLT when Molly came to the table with a self-ink quill and a piece of parchment. "If you gals don't mind. I was thinking with this free time that we could discuss more wedding plans. Everyone seemed to agree right off the bat except for Hermione.

"Actually Molly I really don't have anything to give you. George and I haven't really talked about what we want to do," Hermione said but suddenly realized something, "You know what we really haven't talked since I came home from the hospital." Molly patted Hermione leg. "It's alright dear, just come to me when you decide."

Molly returned to discussing details to the other three girls while Hermione excused herself from the group. She left out the back door down the trail that lead to the Quidditch field. Looking around, Hermione noticed a trail that lead into a small forest area. Hermione followed the rocky path for about a good ten minutes before ending up in another field.

This field was different. It was one of those fields that you'll probably see in a movie about fairies and unicorns. Hermione walked around letting wind whip around her. She took off her sneakers to feel the plush grass under her toes. It was peaceful and quiet in field, something that was hardly at the Burrow. Hermione looked to her left to see a tall oak tree.

She slipped back on her sneakers and walk up to the tree. To Hermione's surprise she spotted a Weasley on one of the branches.

George needed a break from everything. He knew there was only one place to go.

When George was ten, he and his twin decided to play hide and seek with Ginny and Ron. Ginny kept on insisting them to play and the twins finally gave in. George ran down the path hoping to find a hiding place before Ron finished counting. He saw trees and heading in that direction. That's when he found a field and it became his place just for him, away from his crowded house.

George went to the field that afternoon just needing a little time for himself. He climbed the oak tree a stopped on a high branch and rested his back against the trunk. There was a lot on his mind. The shop, Hermione, and the marriage law but mostly Hermione. He liked her, George knew that was certain. The problem was he knew Hermione didn't like him like that.

*SNAP*

George turned his head in the direction of the noise. He saw a girl walking around but not just any girl. It was his Hermione. George shook the thought out of his head. It was Hermione not his Hermione. She was walking toward his tree. He kept quiet hoping that she would leave but luck was not on his side today.

"George?" he heard her angelic voice from below. George looks down to see Hermione looking back up at him. "Hello Mya! What are you doing here?" he asked. Hermione smirked at the prankster. "Did you just call me Mya and shouldn't I be asking you the same question." She grasped the lowest branch to her reach and pulled herself up proceeding up three more branches. Hermione stopped under George's branch. "Yes, I just called you Mya. I thought you'll like it better than Hermy or Mione." George said not looking her. Hermione smiled softly. "I like it and you didn't answer my question."

Now it was George's turn to smirk. "I asked you first." Hermione gave a sigh but answered anyways. " My mum started talking about the wedding plans and I didn't feel right being there so I left. Your turn." George rub the back of his neck. "Just a lot of things on my mind I guess," he went back to what Hermione had said. "Wait, you getting married to yours truly," he gestured to himself with a wink, " you should be there."

Hermione pinched the bridge of her noise in annoyance because he was right. "George, we haven't really talk at all about anything. We haven't even talked since we left the hospital. You act like your avoiding me or something."

George was filled with guilt because that was exactly what he was doing. " Then since we're both here why don't we talk about it now?" he suggested. Hermione didn't want to but it was now or never. "Okay." she replied. George shifted in his branch. "Good, but first we should get out of this tree." He moved a little but lost his balance and started to fall. Hermione tried to grab his hand but instead of helping she went down with him.

"Bloody hell." George whispered in pain from his fall. He felt something under him and when he looked he was staring Hermione in the face. Hers a few inches from his. All George did was stare at her big beautiful chocolate eyes.

Hermione stared right back at him into his warm blue eyes. They started to inch closer but Hermione snapped out of it. "George! Can you please get your arse off me so I can get up?" she asked in a loud voice. He coughed to hide his embarrassment and grasped Hermione's hand, helping her up. She brushed off the dirt from her outfit. "Thanks." she whispered looking at her shoes. George raked a hand through his hair. "No problem."

George looked at the sky and noticed the sun was starting to set. "We should be getting back." Hermione only nodded and they started on the trail back to the Burrow. Their conversation long forgotten.

This may be just a filler chapter but I promise the story will go a little faster. Bye for now and don't forget to vote on my poll if you've my one-shot. Thanks for reading!