Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I just love the story...enjoy
Everything goes to JK Rowling !
I wish I owned these Characters :'(
George&Hermione (L)

I know I'm zooming forward alot of years (5 to be exact.) but I couldn't be bothered writing all the Dumbledore-Death and Battle thing. We all saw the movies, right? This is Hermione and George five years on. He's about 25, she's 22- no older than 23.
Hermione went over to America for study leaving everybody behind, including George. She gave lectures at some Wizarding College/University whilst George ran the shop without Fred. She's quite wealthy now due to a book she released. She now has her own company which publishes her spell books and wizarding goods (Wands, Brooms, Cats, etc, etc.)

Starbucks and Travelcases

In the middle of London during rushhour.
Hermione POV
"No! I said I need an order of fifty! Not forty! God, Irene, you're fired!" I snapped down my iPhone at her. I hung up and ordered my Starbucks. A grande iced mocha with an extra shot of carmel and chocolate. Heaven in a cup. I payed the woman and turned back out the shop. I took a seat in the 'garden' outside and took the weight off my heeled feet. I undone one of the buttons on my black blazer and sighed heavily. I sipped at my drink and flipped through some folders on my phone. I had a seminar tomorrow at midday and another at 6:30 at night. I'm too bloody busy for this crap. I had another novel coming up based on my lovelife in Hogwarts. My crushes and was mainly based around one guy. George. George Weasley to be particular. Incoming Call. Harry. And when I say Harry, I mean Ginny. They were an item. A solid, engaged item! I left a guy back in the States to come over for their wedding. It wasn't the best relationship. We were never in the same place for a week or so in eachothers company. I sucked up my ssadness and answered.
"Hi there!" I chirped.
"Hey! I hear you're back in England. You should totally visit us!" Ginny squealed down the phone.
"Yeah!" I said. "Totally!" I laughed.
"Hold on. I'm putting you on loudspeaker." She said. "Hi, 'Mione!" Harry said. Everybody followed.
"Hi everybody." I smirked. They all said 'hi' again. We talked and talked and talked about their wedding plans.
"Hermione Granger! Never thought you were coming back."The familiar voice chuckled behind me. I hung up my phone in a thick state of shock and turned to see George towering over me. My phone went from my hand to my bag as I stood up, offering out a hug.

"Woah! It's really really good to see you again!" I laughed, offering the seat next to me. "So, how have you been!" I questioned him. He just laughed.
"Well, the shop is going really really well." He chorused and almost mocked. I smiled. "What about you?" He questioned. I smiled.
"Well, been overseas, released a book, opened up a company, lost ten pounds this year so I could fit into my dress and... Came back here." I laughed. Hejust watched me with bright blue eyes. "Can I get you a coffee or something?" I smiled at him. He shook his head and stood up.
"Nah, I best be getting back. Mum'll be expecting me for the rehersal dinner." George sighed. I stood up with him and gave him a sharp cuddle. He rubbed my back and the hug just got longer and longer. "Well, we look forward to seeing you at about seven. Do you have a place to stay whilst you're over here?" George questioned when he let go. I shook my head. "Well, I'm sure mum can set you up a place." He said, picking up my holdall. I grabbed my travel case.
"Heavy isn't it? Every-little- thing I own is seperated between these two bags." I sighed. George just looked at me. "Yup. Everything from photos to clothes to shoes to furniture- all miniture!" I laughed. He just shook his head with a small smile. "What?"
"Nothing, just- you've not changed one bit." He replied. We turned a few alleys out of the central focus of London and apparated to the Burrow. The marquee was already up and George just smiled. "'Mon. Don't want to feel the wrath, now do we ?" He joked, strolling under the large tent into the centre of it. It was massive. It was already set up with white tables and blue bows. Breathtaking.
"Hermione! Wow! You're really here!" Ron and Harry said, in variation. I put my bag down and they both came over to me, hugging me in sync. I kissed both their cheeks.
"I've missed you both so much!" I squealed at them, stll tightly hugging them. George picked up my other bag, heading toward the burrow.

"'Mione!" Ginny exclaimed as she pushed Ron out of the way to hug me. Harry just dodged her. She nearly tackled me.
"Oh, wow! It's good to be back!" I sighed, trying not to cry. Ginny let go of me.
"Come on inside, get into something more comfortable than flight clothes." She laughed, escorting me inside. I met everybody again. Bill, Fleur and even little Victoire. I slipped into comfortable clothes... Tracksuit bottoms and a white shirt.
"Where have you been all these years?" Molly darted as soon as I walked into the kitchen. I looked at her and then Arthur.
"America. I told you this. I couldn't cope with Fred and the whole battle so I left and made a new start. Then I got the invite from Ginny and I came right back. Permenantly." I said to her. Her face lit up and she hugged me tightly.
"Oh, well, welcome home!" Arthur smiled at me.
"You're staying?" Bill smiled brightly, coming into the kitchen.
"Yeah, but I'm going house hunting tomorrow." I smiled back. Molly sighed and shooed us off to get ready for the rehearsal. Really a waste of time in getting comfortably dressed then.

That night after rehearsal.
11 pm
George POV
I looked at the empty other bed next to me. I missed Fred really bad. Five years I've gone without him. I told him everything. Even stuff about Hermione. I couldn't believe she was back. I thought she had forgotten all about us over there. She hadn't changed. Her organizational skills were still as sharp as ever and she never missed a beat. I wanted her to be mine. All mine. I knew she felt exactly the same. I managed to slip out part of her new novel that she's been writing whilst she was meeting and greeting everybody. It really made me smile.
It was a boy. A Tall, slim, red haired boy. A twin and My bestfriends brother.A Jokeshop owner now. He made me smile a whole lot. I couldn't keep cool around him. I Can recall when we were in school together. There was once incident that stuck out to me. I wish it had never got awkward. We were sneaking about outside of the school ground and I slipped, accidentaly pulling him ontop of me. I knew then that all those years of pining over him was a waste of time. He would never love me the way I loved him. The boy's name was George. And to this day, I do still yearn for him, but I Don't let it stop me in my daily life. But everytime I see a joke shop, I will always remember Georgie.
There was a knock at my door and I threw the extract into my wardrobe, locking it lots of times.
"Come on in." I sighed. Hermione poked her head through the door with a shy smile.
"Were you asleep?" She asked, closing the door behind her as she carried herself to the foot of my bed. Shaking my head, I smiled at her.
"No, just about to watch a movie. Why are you up so late?" I questioned her. Hermione just let out a deep sigh and lay back across my feet.
"I just can't sleep. I mean, with the wedding tomorrow and parts of my novel missing... I can't occupy myself." She smiled. Her hands roamed through her hair and I smiled.
"What's your book about?" I questioned her again. Hermione smiled at me then looked back up at the ceiling.
"You'll see it when I publish it." She smirked.
"Georgie?"Angelina said, walking into the room. Hermione sat up and looked quite embarrassed.

I looked at Hermione and smiled.
"We have some news... And we want you to be the first to know." I said to her. Angelina came and sat infront of me with a shy smile. Hermione looked confused at us both. She nodded and Angelina took over.
"We're getting married." Angelina smiled. Hermione went pale and then burst back to life.
"Wow! Congratulations." She whispered. I raised my eyebrow and looked at her.
"Hermione? Are you OK?" I questioned. She nodded before I finished my sentence. Her eyes were begining to go pink and she kept on blinking. I knew she was going to cry. Angelina didn't though. I pushed myself from the bed, leaving Angelina on the bed. "Hermione, come o-" I began, opening my arms for a hug.
"No, I'm fine. I'm so happy for you both. Really, I am." She started. I watched her walk away from me with tears beginning to fall as she went into the hallway. I stammered and Angelina took my hand.
"She'll be alright. Just shock." She smiled, bringing my lips down to meet hers. "So, what are we watching?" Ange asked.
"You're watching Batman. I'm going to make sure she's alright. I just want to make sure it's Jetlag making her like this." I smiled, touching the side of her face before going out to the hallway.