AN: Well, I've gotten quite a few reviews/alerts/favorites in just a few hours. I meant to add this to the last chapter, but it wouldn't let me. Thank you all for reviewing! And a review caught my attention, and I think I need to respond.

Johnnie W- I don't think their relationship is going too fast, since they already knew each other before. Hermione is beginning to like him, but more as a friend for right now.

Molly Weasley was a happy woman when she found out her son, George, was getting married. That involved grandbabies, and everyone knew she wanted a lot of them. Not just from George, but from all of her children, of course. The Marriage Law had helped with that considerably. By her reckoning, she'd have twelve grandchildren in just four years. Maybe more, if some had twins (it ran in the family) or more after the required two. So yes, she was a very happy woman.

George regretted telling his mother about his engagement so early. He probably should have just gotten married, and then told her. But he knew that wouldn't be very nice, and she'd be heartbroken. He did, however, ask her very politely to not keep bringing it up. She'd asked if she could help plan it, but he'd said he'd have to take that up with Hermione.

He'd escaped the Burrow, since he didn't want to be continuously questioned by her. She loved all her children, but most knew she could go overboard sometimes. George went back to his flat, and had dinner by himself. He'd worked that day very hard that day, and was exhausted. He fell into bed after clearing up his dinner dishes.

Tuesday morning dawned bright and early. His alarm clock squawked at him until he woke up and shut it off. He got up, got dressed, and went to work. He worked much later than usual, then headed to the Leaky Cauldron for dinner. He met up with Charlie, who was home for all the weddings. He'd also be getting married, too. He'd met an American witch in Romania, who was in the same line of work. They'd set their wedding to be a few days after George and Hermione's, on the 27th of May.

"Hello, Georgie," Charlie greeted him as he sat down. Two Firewhiskeys sat in front of him. George cocked an eyebrow at Charlie as Charlie pushed one over to him. "Oh, and this is yours. I thought, since we're getting married in about two weeks, that it was appropriate."

George grinned. "Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate it. I've had a long day at work….and I've got a date, you could call it, with Hermione tomorrow. She's coming over to my flat so we can get to know each other. All I know about her is that she loves books, and works at the Ministry."

Charlie laughed. "S.P.E.W. work?"

George glanced at him, taking a swig of his Firewhiskey. "You've heard of that?"

"Yeah, she was telling me about it a few years ago. She was so energetic about it. Too bad house elves don't really want to be paid, and to be free," Charlie replied. "And we should order some dinner. It's getting late."

George nodded and looked down at his menu. He decided to order some steak and kidney pie, while Charlie decided to have shepherd's pie. The waiter came, and they ordered. Ten minutes later, the food came, and they ate quietly. George was just too hungry to carry on a conversation.

They finished their dinners, when Charlie said, "So, how do you feel about marrying your baby brother's best mate?"

George gave him a look. "I don't think they're best mates anymore…Not after breaking up."

"Fine then, ex-best mate. Now answer the question," Charlie replied, smiling a little.

"Well…I dunno. She's nice. Headstrong, too. We talked on Sunday for a while, at my flat. Also went to dinner here, too. I gave her a kiss on the cheek before she left, but it wasn't really the romantic type," he answered slowly.

"Ah, then. Well, Dani's pretty amazing," Charlie said, referring to his fiancé. "We went to America to visit her parents, and they loved me. It was the accent, I think. I don't think the Marriage Law is very fair, but we've got to go along with it. I got to fall in love, then decide to marry her, not marry her, then fall in love. Pretty screwed up, if you ask me."

"Mhm," George agreed. "Oh well. We'll just have to make the best of it. She's happy, I think. She didn't want to be held back in her career, and I won't do that to her."

Charlie nodded. "Well, I'd best be going. Dani's waiting for me."

They said their goodbyes, and went their separate ways. George went back to his flat, and took a shower. He went to bed, hoping tomorrow would go quickly. He had the day off, so he could clean his flat, and cook dinner. It seemed as if the day was going to go slowly.

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George woke the next morning later than he'd wanted to. He scrambled out of bed at noon, and quickly began cleaning his flat. Hermione was coming over at five, and he still had to clean and cook. He swore when he realized he'd forgotten to set his alarm.

It took George nearly two hours to clean the flat. He'd done his laundry, too, along with re-arranging some things. He deemed his flat presentable, then rushed to his bedroom to change into a pair of clean robes. He still needed to get to the grocer's to cook dinner. He'd decided to make chicken, one of the meals his mum had taught him to cook.

He was in a slightly panicky mood. He rushed through buying the food, then apparated back home. He began the chicken, and other food preparations. It was now four o'clock, and he wasn't nearly done. While the chicken cooked, he ran to his bedroom, and changed into a nicer pair of clothing. He put on a pair of dark jeans, and a button up shirt.

He went back into the kitchen, and began making the dessert. He'd decided to make a chocolate cake, since he figured she'd like that. Didn't most women like chocolate? He made it, and put it in the oven, and pulled out the chicken. It was done, and he put some spells over it, to make it stay warm until she arrived. Hermione should be there in just a half hour, and he felt a little excited.

George went through some paperwork for the shop while he waited for her to arrive. A tentative knock on the door at five minutes to five startled him. He looked up and realized it would be Hermione. He flicked his wand, and the papers he'd been working on went to his desk. He went over to the door and opened it.

She looked quite pretty. She was wearing a red halter top, and a pair of dark jeans, with a pair of flats. He grinned at her and said, "You love red, don't you?"

She nodded, and he let her in. She stood awkwardly in the entrance, and he directed her into the living room. She sat on the couch, and he sat across from her, in a chair. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

The silence was much too awkward for him. "So…how are you, Hermione?"

"I'm good," she replied politely. "Work was hard the last few days, but that's okay. I love challenges."

"Oh," he said. "I worked too. Business is booming, you could say. I went out with Charlie for dinner last night, too. Did you know he's marrying an American witch named Dani?"

"Yeah," she answered. "She came over to the Burrow a few nights ago when I was there. She's nice. She and Charlie seem to be made for each other."

George nodded. "Well, dinner's almost ready. We can eat the main part. Desserts not quite done yet. I hope you like chicken, by the way."

She got up and followed him into the kitchen, saying, "I love chicken. And you made this all by yourself?"

He nodded as she sat down, staring at him in shock. "It's not that amazing. Mum taught me how to make it. She didn't want me to starve, apparently."

He got their plates ready, and brought it over to the table. He poured them both some water, and they began to eat. Hermione looked up a few minutes into their meal. "This is amazing, George."

He smiled. "Thanks Hermione. I've got chocolate cake for later on, too. It's still in the oven, though."

She beamed. "I love chocolate cake!"

They finished their meal, and George cut them both a slice of cake. They went into the living room to eat it. They sat on the couch, next to each other.

Hermione took a bite, and groaned happily. "Are you sure your mum didn't make it? It tastes exactly like hers."

"Nope," he said, taking a bite. He chewed and swallowed before answering. (Not doing so would have been rude. Mum would have been appalled.) "I made it myself. Mum made sure all her boys could cook something. She wouldn't want them to starve, of course."

"Ah, so…you asked if I liked red, earlier. It's my favorite color. What's yours?" she asked.

"Hm. Hard question…but I'd have to say mine is dark blue. Goes with my hair, usually," George grinned. "Hmmm, hobbies?"

She looked at him. "I'm a bookworm, George. What do you think?"

He laughed. "Well, that answers the question. My hobby is making joke products and Quidditch. That's pretty much it."

"I see. You're pretty good at making the joke products, too. And, I knew you loved Quidditch. Who in your family doesn't?" Hermione said, giggling.

"Mum, actually. She thinks we're going to kill ourselves. Why don't you like Quidditch?" George wondered.

She stopped giggling. "I fell off my broom in first year, and again during that summer. I hated the class for flying. I was so scared during them. Thankfully, we didn't go very high up, but still. I like Quidditch, just not flying. I can watch the sport, just not listen to someone drone on and on about it for hours."

"Like Ron and Harry?" George quipped, his eyes sparkling.

"Exactly," she agreed. "Hm…oh, I've got a question. What's your favorite animal?"

"Hmmm…to be honest, I don't have a favorite animal. What's yours?" George answered.

"I like cats. Oh! That reminds me…You wouldn't mind if if Crookshanks moved in with us, do you?" Hermione asked quickly. She hoped Crooks could come live with them. She loved him, and didn't know if she could bear being without him.

George thought for a minute, then agreed. "That's fine, I think. He's a good cat. I remember when we were playing chess once, and he kept attacking the chess pieces. It was quite funny, actually."

Hermione beamed at him, and gave him a hug. "Thank you George! I love Crooks, and would have been heartbroken if I couldn't have had him with me."

"You're welcome," George said. "Another question….Do you like children? Since we'll be having two of them, at the least."

She thought for a few minutes, not saying anything. Then she spoke. "I like them, but I didn't want a whole bunch. I used to babysit for a couple my family lived next to. The little girl was so adorable. I really want a girl, though. A boy too, but I don't really care, though. As long as the baby's healthy."

"If we have a boy, can we name him Fred?" George wondered quietly. "It would mean a lot to me."

"Sure," Hermione answered, patting his hand. "I wouldn't mind. And I know you loved Fred a lot. He was your brother."

He smiled. "Thanks. And I love kids. Fred and I were so happy when Gin was born. Ron…well he was another brother. We didn't really care about him. But Ginny…she was great. We hadn't had girls born into our family in a long time."

"It'd be interesting, growing up with a ton of brothers," Hermione laughed.

George smirked. "Yep. We're a little overprotective of her, and sometimes she hates that, but she'd gotten used to it, mostly."

"I've noticed," Hermione said dryly. "I remember when she started dating Harry. You gave him 'the talk'. He was so pale when that was over. What'd you do to him?"

"Sorry, that's classified, Mione," George replied, smirking again. "And wow…is it already eight?"

Hermione glanced at the clock and jumped. "Oh my gosh! It is. I'm really sorry, George, but I've got to go. I have to be to work really early tomorrow, and I need to get to bed. Thanks so much for dinner. I had a great time tonight, too."

George stood up and offered his hand to her. She grabbed it, and he pulled her up. "I had a good time with you, too. We should probably get together this weekend, to plan the party. Mum'll have to be with us. She wants to help plan the party. I think we should just have Harry and Ginny witness our wedding, if you want, then have the party."

Hermione processed his words, and then nodded. "Harry and Ginny are fine. I'll ask them. And this weekend sounds fine. How about Saturday night at the Leaky Cauldron, let's say, around five again? Your mum can come, too. I'll be happy to have her help."

George walked her to the door, saying, "Sounds good. See you soon."

Hermione walked out the door and apparated away. George grabbed their plates off the coffee table, and went into the kitchen. He began cleaning up, which took him a while. Then he finished his paperwork, and went to bed, satisfied with his day. The "date" with Hermione had gone well. At least they didn't hate each other. He remembered he still needed to get an engagement ring for her.

AN: Well…I'm sorry if this one sucks, but I tried my best. :) How about three reviews for this chapter? Thanks!