I feel so lost without you

"Do you ever get off that damn thing," Ryan said standing over her blocking her light.

"Do you ever go home?" Hermione gritted not looking up at him.

"Now you want me to leave."

She could tell he was pouting, the damn man was always pouting. Not to mention he was the biggest writer block causer in the whole world. She swore he must have gotten his Ph.D in annoying because he was the most aggravating man she had ever met. And for some one who claimed to have his Doctorate in Biology he couldn't even tie his shoe with out her help. It's a good thing he was good looking otherwise this would have been a complete waste of time.

"I'm leaving," the current blonde hair man of Hermione's life shouted by the door, she blinked more out of shock then emotion, how did he get there.

She rolled her eyes, he was an overbearing annoying drama king and she was much too old to be dealing with a baby. Besides if she wanted an immature jerk she would have stayed with Ron. Ok maybe Ron is just immature, but she definitely did not need the jerk.

"I'm walking out the door for good," Ryan continued glancing back at her, "I'm really leaving."

"Then leave," she gritted she had better things to do then play his games.

Hermione watched as her now ex boyfriend stormed out of her flat. They had been dating for two years now and she just was not happy. She thought she could do it. Stuck it up and live with a muggle. Nope. Nada. He was just to annoying, and having to clean without using her wand just did not really cut it for her. Not to mention how big of a slob he was. The man made Harry and Ron look like a neat freaks. So why was she with him for two year or even for more then a day? Well there comes a time in a girls life when she just has to grunt it out and bare it.

However, that by no means at all means that she has to hand wash his knickers so they keep that soft just out the pack feel. A girl has her limits and hand washing dirty knickers crosses it. Grabbing a hair tie from the top of her dresser, she pulled her long curly hair into a bun. She walked over to the small dresser by her bed she pulled out her wand and proceeded to clean her flat. She was going to erase any trace of him and his dirty energy. Not that she was a girl that gets into that kind of stuff, but it always pays to be careful.

Thinking maybe, she would call Ginny later for some much needed shopping she grabbed the floo powder from the little box over her fire place, when it hit her that the crazy red head was now in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean with her newly wedded husband Harry enjoying a lovely honeymoon. Try not to be jealous, Hermione thought to herself bitterly. Screw it. She was going out. The perfect day for a well deserved shopping trip and it is a damn good thing her books have all been best sellers because she was looking to drop loads of money today.

She paused by the door when she heard some calling her name from the fire place.

"Hermione?"

"Ms. Weasley?" Hermione asked getting closer to the fireplace slightly shocked she hadn't heard from the Ms. Weasley in a few weeks she hoped nothing was wrong.

"There you are dear, I had poked my head in earlier but I only saw a man so I figured I'll try later."

Hermione nodded staring at the older lady's head she wasn't really sure what to say to that. She was happy the family was finally able to move on. It has been five years since Fred's death and everyone was slowly moving on with his or her lives. Ron had fallen in love with Fleur's cousin, much to everyone's shock, because they had always pegged her and Ron as a couple. That ship had sailed and somehow she was never on it. Sure she loved Ron but as a friend. There was always another Weasley boy that held a small piece of her heart.

Bill and Charlie each had a child now, and both live within five minutes of each other. Bill still worked at Gringotts, but Charlie had given up his beloved dragons for a family. He now worked at Hogwarts as the professor of magical creatures, since Hagrid had married Madame Maxine and now lived in France with her and his half brother Gawp.

Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had taken their time moving on, but the birth of their grandchildren really helped. Mr. Weasley had retired from his job at the ministry and now stayed home with Molly watching the grandchildren.

Hermione had a generous income coming in from the books she has written and publish over the years. Four wizard books and two muggle romance novels every one of them top sellers. She now lived in a small flat in Muggle London, over a cute little coffee shop, with the best espresso she ever had.

No one had seen George since he left a few days after Fred's funeral. The ministry, the Weasleys, and even she had made countless searches, but he was never found. The ministry told the Weasleys to give up, explaining that when George was ready to be found he would be. There was rumor that he had locked himself up in a little shack in muggle London, but she has not run across him yet.

As if sensing her hesitation Mrs. Weasley continued, "Any way dear I was only flooing to ask you to Sunday lunch. Ginny and Harry should be back then and I wanted to do a little surprise for them. And seeing how close you are to both of them it was only fitting to invite you. After all dear you are practically…family."

"I'll love to come," Hermione said with a smile. The two said their goodbyes and she was once again on her way out the door, happier now that she had a real reason to go shopping.

Find me soon because I miss you

If you had told George Weasley five years ago he would be working in a muggle clothing store barely making ends meet he would have laughed in your face. But alas here he stood in front of the glass doors of the store groaning to himself.

"Plan on going in anytime today George?" A tall skinny man said coming up behind him, "You know how Smith gets when we're late."

George followed behind him silently. Tim was a great guy but he talked to damn much. With a long sigh he hung his jacket on one of the hooks in the back room. Grabbing his name tag he made his way to floor dreading it more with each step.

Folding was one of the things George didn't really mind. It kept his hands busy and he had to deal with fewer customers and their annoying questions. He smirked at two young girls in the section across from him that were sending him suggestive looks.

"Jail bate," Tim said as he walked back.

George chuckled shaking his head. His head jerked up when the bell on the door rang. He looked up to greet the customer only to freeze and for a second he felt as his he was going crazy. He did a double take to make sure it was really her. Running his eyes along her body he took every inch of her in. She was just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her. The years had been kind to her, giving her a womanly figure and calming her once bushy hair. Panic set in. Was he really ready to see her again? Could he open back up that book?

"Hey George you want to take your break?" His manager called.

Yes, George thought an escape. He gave his manager quick nodded and retreated back to the back or at least he would have.

"Excuse me where is your fitting room?"

George froze her voice echoing through out him. He wanted to turn and grab her. He wanted to kiss her to see if the passion that once flowed through his veins for her was still there. For a second he was back in the battle field with the primeval need to feel alive again. Mentally slapping himself he turned slowly.

"Right to your left pass the coats," he said staring at his feet praying she wouldn't recognize him.

His prayers were answered when she quickly mumbles thanks before rushing off. As much as part of him was relieved, another part was just as hurt that she did not recognize him. He sniffed the air, glancing around quickly hoping no one had notice. Yup, she still smelled like vanilla, he thought with a sigh.

Promise to never let me go again

Hermione handed the yellow sundress she had just spent an hour deciding to buy to the clerk behind the counter. She made a mental note to floo Ginny when she got back from her honeymoon and ask her what she thought. On second thought she could just wear to the lunch regardless. Who knows maybe one of the boys would invite some of their guy friends from work. She spotted a yellow scarf that would go with the dress perfectly she asked the clerk to hold on to the dress as she walked over to grab it.

George peeped out the break room hoping she would have left the store by now. Doing a quick scan of the store a sigh of relief left his mouth as he didn't see a sign of her.

"George can you take over register Tim's going on break," his manger asked standing in front of his face.

George headed over to the register finding Tim holding a little yellow dress, "Interesting choice mate but I always took you more of a blue fella if you ask me."

"Very funny smart ass," Tim chuckled, "A customer asked me to hold this she spotted something else she liked and ran off to grab so now it is your little yellow dress."

George put on his best grimace as Tim handed him the dress, "I don't think yellow will go with my hair very well."

Ducking the sock Tim threw at him he turned and placed the dress to the side of the counter. Out the corner of his eye he noticed someone drop a yellow scarf on the counter.

"Anything else today?" He asked scanning the tag on the scarf.

"Yes, actually I asked the other guy to hold a dress for me," Hermione said rumbling through her purse looking for her cash. Grabbing the dress from beside him he scanned the tag quickly.

"Your total comes to thirty eight fifty anything else today," He asked looking up for the first time. Dear god he thought how could he have missed that she was still in the store. He could feel his heart pounding harder knowing that in a few seconds she would recognized him.

"No, thank you," she looked up at the sales person nametag, "George."

She caught his eye, and froze. It could not be. She would know those blue eyes anywhere. No, there was no way it was him. She took in the slight panic look in his eyes wondering if for a moment what was going through his head. She couldn't believe her luck. She had searched high and low for this man and he was right under her nose. Gulping slightly she tried to catch her breath.

"George?"

"Hello Hermione."