(A/N) Hey guys, Just wanted to wish happy belated birthday to theLocket, you are my inspiration to keep on going 3 you! 3

PS Doctors are sweet

Hermione fidgeted with her skirt, making sure the ends met her knee. Her shirt was tucked into the top and she stared at her reflection in the mirror. For some reason her skirt did not close all the way, she did not know why and eventually gave up. She went back into her closet and picked out a looser dress meant for the warmer spring days. She paired the dress with black leggings and wore boots to try to turn it into something more apropos for December; she placed a cardigan around her shoulders and stared unhappily at the reflection in front of her.

While her skin had never looked better, she felt uncomfortably bloated. Her weight had never seemed to be an actual issue for her, but here she was today. Perhaps her physical exertion had slowed down, after all she was not chasing after a madman trying to end his rule of terror, so it might have affected how she processed energy. She sighed and buttoned up her cardigan, trying to hide the recent weight gain that had developed. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. She then proceeded to swear to herself that she would go jogging every day from now on. She heard her doorbell ring and she walked over, Ron stood there holding flowers and chocolate and a sheepish grin was on his face.

"Hi," he said softly.

"Hey," said Hermione.

"You look beautiful," said Ron, walking up to her and encircling her small figure into his lankier frame. Hermione returned the embrace and felt absolutely horrible in doing so.

"Thanks," said Hermione. "You look very handsome." She said with a somewhat forced grin.

"Yeah, clean up nicely don't I?" He said. He handed her the flowers and chocolate.

"You really didn't have to," said Hermione.

"Nonsense, I just passing by the garage on the way here and there was this flower shop, and I stopped in and I saw these beautiful violets and I thought of you." He said with a grin, "And then I got the box of chocolates at the garage—so its no big deal really," he said turning a shade of red that causing a stark contrast with his green shirt. He looked almost festive, Hermione noted to herself.

"Shall we?" Ron asked holding out his arm in order to do a side by side apparition. Hermione smiled and then hesitated, her apparitions had been getting weaker and weaker, she decided to risk it and then do a side-along with him, and hopefully it would not be too bad. They apparated outside the small banquet hall in Hogsmeade, music was playing softly in the background and Hermione felt her stomach lurch. They both entered, and Ron went immediately over to Harry and they both began to speak. Hermione followed quietly, deep in thought. She looked around the room and saw George with his arms around another witch, deep in conversation with her. He looked over at her and then back at the witch and shrugged. He then proceeded to laugh rather loudly and obnoxiously at her comment, whatever she had made. Hermione took her eyes off of him and then decided to join Harry and Ron in conversation rather loudly as well, rivaling George's.

George felt his chest thumping as this competition grew. Hermione looked absolutely gorgeous, in fact, he had never seen her more beautiful and wished that he could wrap his arms around her and kiss her neck. His date was not any less beautiful, in fact, she was one of the models who posed for Witch Weekly on a regular basis, she had even become the spokesmodel for Bewitched, a new perfume out on the market. It was all she ever talked about in her little French accent. He had met her when he was out buying some supplies for the hall, and she had recognized him from his stories in the Prophet.

"Is that Adrienne deBeau?" Ron asked looking over where Hermione was staring.

"I think that is," Harry echoed.

"Who's Adrienne deBeau?" Hermione asked.

"You're joking," said Ron looking at her wide eyed, "she's been rated in the top ten most gorgeous women in Warlock's Monthly for the past 10 years!" He exclaimed.

"Last month, she was the centerfold for Playwizard," said Harry excitedly. Ron nodded fervently.

"And you would know this how?" Hermione asked raising her eyebrow at Ron.

"Seamus had a copy," said Ron quickly. Hermione shook her head a little bit, but realized that she would be a hypocrite if she were mad at Ron about it. Ginny entered the room at this moment and Harry excused himself from the group to join her. Hermione felt Ron's arm snake around her waist and he whispered into her ear.

"Never found her much attractive myself, I have more of a feeling towards smart bookish types myself," he said. Hermione felt herself blushing and she hugged Ron. As he held her in strong arms, she felt George's icy stare descend upon the both of them. She closed her eyes and felt tears brimming up to the surface, and a small lump appeared at the back of her throat as she felt like crying. Nevertheless, as they both emerged from the embrace, she managed to compose herself and she smiled up at Ron.

They both went and sat on the couches, he was eager to tell her stories of the training, and how he finally had learned to overcome harsh conditions, and now could take on anything. He feared that life would not be exciting once he was out of training, but he was thankful for everything he had learned. While he talked, Hermione turned around and looked at George who was similarly pretending to be engrossed in his "date's" stories. At one point he turned and made eye contact with Hermione and she shuddered.

"I need to get a drink," she said, interrupting Ron's story. He nodded, at that moment, Harry and Ginny joined Ron at that table, they both had plates of hors d'œuvres in hand and were animatedly chatting. Hermione stood up and walked over to the bar, she hesitated as her stomach lurched at the smell of alcohol, and her eyes widened as a small realization hit her. What if…?

She dismissed it, but just to be safe, asked for an apple juice. She felt someone coming next to her as she was poured the juice.

"Nice party," George commented.

"Yep," said Hermione, both of them stared straight ahead.

"You look good," said George.

"As do you," said Hermione.

"How's Ron?" George asked after a momentary pause.

"Fine, how's your date?" Hermione asked. The word "date" came out a little more snappily than she meant to say it.

"Vapid," said George in a word. "2 hours and she probably doesn't even know my last name." He chuckled honestly. Hermione smiled and turned to him. They both stared at each other for a few seconds and then laughed a little awkwardly.

"We need to talk," said Hermione. George nodded.

"Lake house in five minutes?" He asked. Hermione nodded and walked over to Ginny, Harry, and Ron.

"Hey Ron," she said, "I'm not feeling very good, I think I might just apparate home." He nodded.

"Want me to take you?" He asked. She shook her head.

"I'll probably just go straight to bed," she said.

"Mind if I stay then?" He asked. She shook her head.

"Please do," she said kissing him on the cheek. He kissed her cheek back and she walked outside. Snow was falling softly on the lane, and the branches of the bushes were all covered in the white powder. She walked over to the Three Broomsticks and asked if she could use their floo, unsure if apparating when she was not feeling 100 percent was the smartest idea.

The familiar green swirls made her a little nauseous as she spun around in the flames and landed in the fireplace of the cozy home. She emerged and noticed George sitting on the couch in the other room. She wiped the soot off of herself, and then walked over to George and sat down.

"Sorry, just had to tell Ron I was leaving."

"Nonsense, I just walked Adrienne to the Three Broomsticks, she's doing a winter photoshoot there tomorrow," said George chuckling. "She said, 'Goodnight Gerry,' and kissed me on the cheek." Hermione smiled. They both proceeded to sit there in silence.

"Ron asked if we could move in together after he comes back, he gave his flat up before they left for training." She said.

"What did you say?" George asked, staring at the wall, knowing if he took one look at her, he would be on top of her, unable to control himself.

"I said yes," said Hermione, determined not to look at him.

"We never said this would be serious," said George resignedly.

"I guess not," Hermione said, feeling tears trail their way down her cheeks.

"So this is over." George leaned back in his chair and sighed. Hermione looked down.

"Ron and me, we have this history," she said softly. She knew that was not why she did it; she knew Ron's jealous nature. She also knew that George would not resent Ron, but Ron would resent George. She did not want George losing two brothers in one year. He would move on from her, but Ron was his family. She was a shag, and nothing else, she told herself.

"I understand," he said. He didn't. They both stared at one another sadly, the holiday was over, and soon both of them would resume lives where they would rarely speak to one another. She sighed. He did as well. He gripped the cushion on the sofa to stop himself from enveloping her in one of his hugs. He finally looked over, and she was silently crying to herself. He touched his face, and realized that he had been crying as well. She looked over at him and leaned over to touch his hand reassuringly, trying to tell him everything would be all right. George gripped her hand and then let go.

"I wish it didn't have to end this way," he said softly, staring down at the ground as Hermione began to stand.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, looking at him. He stood up to stand at eye level with her.

"If I had known the last time I held your hands was the last time," he clasped her hands, "I would have studied everything about them, the length of your nails, the lines, how much smaller they are than mine." Hermione looked down at her hands.

"If I had known the last time I had touched your face was the last," he removed one of his hands from hers and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand and she closed her eyes, "I would have memorized every feature, the way you close your eyelids, the way your mouth opens and closes when you are speechless but still want to say something, the way your nose crinkles up when my hands touch something ticklish," he said, his other hand grazing up her hip. Like clockwork, her nose crinkled up and she was shocked, her mouth opening slightly and then closing again.

"If I had known the last time I kissed you," he said, moving dangerously close, "was the last time," he said moving closer still, "I would have taken the time to make sure I remembered how your lips tasted, how your tongue moved in rhythm with mine, how your heart quickened when I deepen the kiss," he said moving her lips over hers and kissing her with passion he had rarely ever felt before. She closed her eyes and gave into the kiss fully, deepening it with her tongue. She felt her hands move up to his hair and she tangled her fingers in his shaggy locks. He had his hands on her hips crushing them into his and then he snaked his arms down to her legs. He lifted both of them up and had her straddling his waist as he walked slowly with her up the stairs to the bedroom.

As he lay her down he whispered in her ear, "If I had known the last time I was with you, would be the last," he said, "I would have never stopped." He said simply. Hermione stared deep into his eyes and nodded.

"Please," she said, her legs still wrapped around his waist, "Her hands cupping his face, pulling him closer to her, while grinding her hips against his. He lifted her dress up and she felt his warm hand underneath, undoing the clasp of her bra and taking that and her dress at the same time and tossing it to the side. She undid the buttons of his shirt quickly and that landed in the same area as her dress. The rest passed in a haze, as both of them made the last time as memorable as possible.

The sun rose above the Lake District that morning in a brilliant display, the frozen waters of the lakes seemed to shimmer in the sun's glow. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace of the loft where Hermione was putting her clothes back on. George lay back in the mattress, still snoring. She stretched and then put her coat on, also adding the scarf and the hat. The gloves she would leave for when she left the cottage. She looked over her note and placed it on the pillow above his head. She took a few moments and gently caressed his face, leaving a kiss on his forehead. He tossed and turned a little in his sleep, but remained dreaming. He smiled a little as her lips left his forehead and sighed, turning over in the opposite direction and pulling the blankets closer to himself. She touched her stomach for a few seconds and wondered if it could be possible, if somehow the charms had already failed them previously. Pushing these thoughts to the back of her head, she walked away from him, her heart heavy.

She stepped out into the cool crisp air and put on her gloves, she then proceeded to apparate into Central London, to a familiar building. She opened the door, it jingled a little and she walked into the small convenience store and headed straight for the family planning aisles. She marched past the condoms, and headed to the one place that she had thought that she would never end up. She picked up one of the pink boxes, and sighed as she looked at it. She hoped it would not tell her what she was dreading to hear.

George woke up as Hermione apparated outside with a loud pop. He looked out the window and only managed to catch a glimpse of her as she disappeared. He sighed and pulled on his pants and placed a shirt over his head before he caught a glimpse of the small parchment on the pillow beside him. He picked it up and began to read the elegant handwriting, feeling his stomach drop several stories as his eyes scanned the condemning words.

My Dearest George

I'm sorry I could not say goodbye, perhaps it is easier this way. I just wanted to tell you that whatever happens, I will always look on our past summer with utmost fondness.

Goodbye

Truly, Hermione

The door opened on a desolate, and empty apartment. It was large and rather elaborate, and looked like the cover of some men's magazine, not that George had any say in the furniture, it was mostly furnished by his interior decorator just in case he ever had to give an interview at his home, he needed to look like the face of the company. He hobbled slowly inside using his crutches and walked over to the small bar and poured himself a shot of firewhiskey, which he then downed in one gulp. He sat down on his couch when he heard the doorbell ring. Grunting angrily, he stood up and walked over to the doorway and opened the door, and there was Hermione standing in the hallway, looking nervous and fidgety.

"Hermione," he said surprised. She smiled softly and reached into her bag.

"I fixed it, or well, I sent it to Ollivanders to have fixed," she said, "he sent it back to me." She stared down as she handed him his wand. A small smile crept up on George's face as he held his wand again. They stood in the doorway for a couple awkward seconds before George finally spoke.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" He asked. Hermione nodded and walked in, following George slowly as she did.

"I'll just get it myself," she offered. He waved her away and hobbled into his kitchen and with a few flicks of his wand, the coffee began to brew magically and he made his way back into the living room. He sat down on the couch opposite hers and they both avoided staring at each other, both getting déjà vu of the last time they had this encounter.

It was all George could do to keep himself from jumping up and yelling at her, asking her what the hell happened, why she just disappeared from the face of the planet for ten years. He sighed a little as they sat awkwardly. Of course Hermione had something to say, he knew her well enough for that, but he also knew that he did not have time to remain beating around the bush.

"What's going on?" He asked more coldly than he intended, "I have some work I should be getting around to." He said. Hermione looked up at him and furrowed her eyebrows.

"Sorry," she said chuckling a little bit to herself, "I just need to tell you something, I have to be honest with you. But it's huge, and not something one can break quite easily, but I suppose, well, I should start by saying—" she glanced over at him, he seemed more confused than angry at this point, but she knew she had to get it out at some point.

"What is it?" He asked, his expression softening.

"Well, ten years ago, I became very ill, well not very ill, just, I got sick a lot and was pretty much nauseous at the smell of anything resembling food. After our last encounter, I went to the doctor, and well," she said, and then stopped, scared to go on further. She took a deep breath and decided to take the plunge, "Well, he said the same thing a healer told me later that day, and a muggle test showed me the same result, as well as a wizarding result." She began to feel her leg quiver and shake and noticed her whole body was. Her heart was beating so loud it seemed to pound out of her chest.

"What's going on Hermione?" George asked, wondering if he should have taken down notes while she was talking to make sense of the whole thing.

"Now remember, I was so young when this happened, not even out of my teenage years, unsure of what I wanted in life," said Hermione, "I did not have the maturity required to deal with this kind of-situation," she said.

"Which would be…" said George.

"I was pregnant," said Hermione.

With a crash, his mug of coffee hit the floor, spilling the brown contents everywhere. George's jaw dropped.

"With a baby?" He asked. Hermione nodded. He looked down at the ground and then back up at her again. He pulled his wand out and quickly cleaned up the spill and then he stood up, with his crutches, and walked back into the kitchen as quickly as he could muster.

"And this baby," he continued, "He—she—it-?"

"She's 10 years old, will be 11 next August," said Hermione.

"And she's mine?" George asked.

"Yes," said Hermione standing up and walking over to the window.

"You sure?" George asked.

"I never slept with Ron," said Hermione.

"Oh." She could hear surprise in George's voice. She turned to look at him and saw that he disappeared, and then she heard the door slam and she knew that must have been his bedroom. She pulled an envelope out of her purse, left it on the coffee table and left the apartment in a hurry, she felt her heart exploding and she wanted to curl up in a corner and just wither away.

Several hours later, George left his bedroom, less angry than he was than when he went in. He noticed Hermione had left her coffee mug on the coffee table, and beside it there was a pretty large envelope. He picked it up and removed several sheets of paper. It was a letter from Hermione.

Dear George,

When people ask me what the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life was, my answer would not be what you would think. The hardest thing would not be defeating Voldemort, trying to maintain my status as the brightest witch of my age, nor would it be my entire medical school experience. It was when we were talking at the lake house the night of Ronald and Harry's welcome back party. It was that night I made the hardest decision of my life.

Did I choose incorrectly? Unfortunately of that I will never know. But I know that it was the only thing I knew to do at that moment. You see, I knew that if we had come out about our relationship, with Ron's nature the way it is, you would have lost him. Me you could get over, I rationalized, I was never that important, but family, brotherhood, runs through the blood. You would get over me, and maybe eventually even find yourself another girl. I would learn to love Ron as I did you.

Yes, I fell in love with you. When? I don't know, but know that our affair, if that's what we'll call it, was one that I took great pleasure in, and remember with great fondness. Anyways, I digress. As I may have mentioned to you in person, I was ill during that week and finally sought out medical attention, and had gotten the test results that had been less than desirable.

Unable to believe it, I used the tests from both the muggle and the wizard convenience store to triple and quadruple check the results I had gotten from both a healer and a doctor. I was with child, and because of that, I panicked.

There is a reason that teenage pregnancies are a bad idea, teenagers are the cockiest bunch of people out there. I thought I knew what was best for myself and everybody, and unfortunately that involved running away. This was the same rationalization that drove me to pick Ron, both you and he would get over me eventually, but the fact of the matter is, he is your brother, and that was a far greater connection than what I thought we had.

For that, for lying, for all of the emotional turmoil I put you through, I apologize heartily. I really regret my reasoning for running away, as I know now that I should have trusted you guys to react appropriately.

Nine months later, I had a beautiful baby girl, Georgiana Marie Granger, Anna for short. She has auburn hair, freckles, and gorgeous curly hair. Although she is easily the brightest student in the class, she does not pay attention to her teachers, and instead uses her brilliance to come up with pranks and jokes. She's gotten me several times too. I've enclosed pictures, and you can choose to be as involved from now on as you want. Although, please call me ahead of time so I can prepare her to meet you.

She's asked about you several times, and every time I have been partially honest, because, lets face it, she needs to learn how to follow rules from someone. I know I made a great error in not including you in her life, but I would really love it if you would meet her, and if you don't want to ever have anything to do with me, I respect that completely. My phone number is, 555-3845.

Best,

Hermione

George read and reread the letter a few times and looked at the pictures. He suddenly recognized the face; this was the little girl who had spoken to him in the park. All this time he had met his own daughter, and had not known it. A smile crept to his face as he read the part about pranking, even his genes did not allow blind rule following. He grinned genuinely for the first time.

It was not Georgiana's fault about what happened, he could not keep her in blame, and he would take greater part in her life. Whether or not he actually forgave Hermione was not something that had come to his mind. He was angry, of that he was sure, but other than that, he knew, he had a daughter out there, and he would do right by her. He stared around his cold apartment, and then decided that it wouldn't continue. Something had to change, and it might as well have been him.

He hobbled over to his phone and dialed the number on the letter.

"Hello?" Hermione's voice said softly on the other end.

"Hermione?" He asked.

"George?" She asked.

"Yep," he said.

"You own a phone?" She asked.

"Yeah, figured if I ever had muggle clients, this would be the way to contact them, nifty little invention," he added.

"So," she said.

"Right, yeah, when can I come by and meet her?" He asked. "I have an appointment with the healer who will come by tomorrow morning to just fix me up, and then I can swing by afterwards," he said sort of excitedly.

"That sounds great. How about around 12 ish? I have to go to work at 1, but I can give the nanny the day off, if you want, and you can take her for the day. Unless you want—"

"That would be perfect," George interrupted. He could almost hear Hermione grinning on the other end.

"Brilliant," said Hermione, "I'll talk to Emma and Anna tonight," she said.

"Okay see you then," said George.

"Bye," said Hermione clicking her phone closed. George did the same and they both sighed.

"What's up?" Ryan asked from the couch. Hermione sighed and realized she should get to the reason she called him and asked him over.

"Yeah, so, you know how Anna doesn't exactly have a live-in dad," said Hermione. Ryan nodded.

"Yeap," he said. Hermione sat beside him.

"Well, truth is, I kind of hid the fact that she exists from him…well I didn't hide it, I just never brought it up," she said. Ryan cocked his head.

"Well, its just, all this is happening, and with her dad coming back in her life, I just don't—" He placed his finger on her lips.

"Shhh," he said, stopping her from continuing. "I understand." He said. Hermione smiled. "Plus, I thought it was too good to be true to begin with."

"Yeah I guess it was," said Hermione agreeing.

"So you planning on getting back together with baby daddy?" Ryan asked standing up and putting his coat on. Hermione's eyebrows went up in shock.

"No sorry," he added, "Don't answer that, I'm just prying." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "But hey, it was fun while it lasted." He hugged her tightly and she reciprocated, ready to finally begin a new, more honest chapter in her life.

Did she know whether or not she wanted to try and start something with George? She did not. But she knew if she never tried, then she would never get anything done. She knew it would take George a while to forgive her for everything she had done, including not telling him about a baby and running away when she knew that she should have picked and stayed with George all along. But the fact that it had taken him such a short amount of time to accept the fact that he had a biological daughter was a good thing. She walked into Anna's room and saw her reading a book and she sat down on the bed next to her.

"Hey," said Anna looking up.

"Hey," said Hermione, "So guess who's coming to take you to lunch tomorrow."

"Who?" Asked Anna eagerly.

"Your father," she said happily. Anna looked as if she had just been told she could indeed have a pony and keep it in her room.

"Seriously?" She asked. Hermione nodded.

"Well he's back in town, and I finally spoke with him, so he wants to meet you." Hermione said. Anna smiled.

"What does he look like?" She asked.

"Well," said Hermione, scooting next to Anna in the bed and getting under the covers with her, "He's tall, and he has a great smile, and possibly the nicest face you'll ever see. Plus, he was in this huge battle when we were younger, and so he's lost his ear." Anna gasped. "But don't worry, its just a scar now, he's alright." Said Hermione.

"What is he like?" Anna asked.

"Well, he pretty much believes in bending the rules, and pranks."

"Cool."

"Yep. Oh and also, we're all witches and wizards," Hermione added, almost as an after thought.

"Wanna run that by me again?" Anna asked, her voice suddenly dropping to monotone.

"You're a witch," said Hermione dead seriously.

"No," said Anna disbelievingly. And Hermione sat and proceeded to tell her most of her childhood and history, knowing now that her daughter deserved to know the truth. At this point, since everyone else was, why exclude her daughter from this mess?

(A/N) I know the end seems a little rushed, but I feel like telling the truth is a little bit like ripping the bandaid, plus I didn't want Hermione to really bullshit her daughter, anyhoo read and review. :D