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Here is the third chapter, my apologies for not getting this out until now. I will try my best to continue this. Yay for Summer I will have the time!

I know it is shorter than my other chapters but it is really hard to get that much out in one sitting!

I woke up to a loud banging sound coming from the door to George's room the next morning. I moved my body slightly and found myself stuck in the tight grasp of George's arms. I turned my head back to look at my captor. His eyes were shut and his long lashes were resting on his cheek bones softly. His features were relaxed and calm, he looked as though he was at peace. I continued to look at him before turning away again. I felt my brows furrow.

How did we get into this situation? I can't believe that I let this happen. What is wrong with me?

My mind was running on overload. It wouldn't stop. Then I heard the pounding on the door again. I looked across the room at where the door was and simply laid there. I didn't want to leave the warm bed I had been resting in. The arms around my waist loosened at the sound though and I knew we would be getting up. He dragged his hand slowly across my waist before pulling it away from my body. I turned my head and looked over at him. He was rubbing his eyes of sleep with his thumb and index finger. When he pulled his hand away from his face he kept his eyes shut for a moment. I began to turn my body to face his before he slowly opened his eyes. He looked down at me and a small curve came to the side of his mouth.

"Good morning." His voice was still husky from sleep when he spoke. I gave him a small smile before closing my eyes again. I felt him move on the bed and paid no mind to it until I felt his lips graze my own. It was soft and sweet. He pulled away from me causing me to open my eyes once more. He brushed some of my hair out of my face before looking over at the door.

"I think someone wants to see us." I told him softly. He nodded his head before he threw his body over my own and climbed out of the bed. He made his way over to the door clad in only his boxers and an old t-shirt. Whoever it was at the door was getting impatient because the next knock was much harsher than the others had been. Once he got to the door he swung it open. I sat up a bit higher to see who it was abusing the door. It was not someone I wanted to see, not in the least, of all the people in the house the one that came to wake us was Ron.

George stood in front of the doorway blocking Ron from passing through into the room. George turned his head to look back over at me and gave me a questioning look. I nodded my head slightly. He turned back to his brother and moved to the side to grant him access to the floor space. Ron walked into the center of the room and looked at me, then back over to George, and then to the empty bed on the other side of the room.

I steadied my gaze on his face and did my best to plaster a poker face across my features. He glanced back over at me and I could see him calculating the situation in his eyes. His brows furrowed minutely and his mouth opened slightly preparing to speak but George beat him to it.

"What do you want Ron?" I looked over at George quickly. I had forgotten he was in the room by how focused I was on not showing any emotion. My shoulders grew tenser at the question as I awaited the response.

Ron was thrown off guard by George's voice but responded after steadying himself, "Mum wants everyone downstairs for a family meeting." He looked back at me and shot daggers before opening his mouth again. "Apparently that includes you too." And with that he turned away and walked out of the room slamming the door behind himself. I turned my attention back to George, and I felt my brows fall.

He spoke before I had the chance to say a word. "I suppose we should head down then." He headed towards the door and opened it. He turned back to me and motioned his hand as to say that I should go ahead of him. I stepped around him and walked down the hall to the stairs. Once I reached the base of the staircase to see the living room filled with red headed people. Each head looked up one after the other. I looked about and saw that everyone had come back for what, I don't know. Bill, Charlie and Percy were all there sitting with Ron and Ginny.

The expressions on their faces ranged from purely blank to slightly irritated and flat out enraged. I stopped all movement and stared back at them. I felt my lower lip begin to quiver and my eye lids became heavy. I looked at the people that were once like a family to me. The same people who stood by my side during a bloody war. I realized that I no longer recognized a single one of them.

I didn't feel my mouth move, I don't even remember controlling my voice. I only knew that I spoke when I heard it myself. "This was a mistake."

I thew myself back towards the stairs and ran back upstairs. When I reached the spot George was in I pushed passed him and continued on my way. I pulled my wand out and packed all of my things and shrunk them to put into my bag. I turned back to the door right as it opened, the door slamming against the wall.

George stood in the doorway looking down at me and back at where my suitcase once was.

"You're leaving aren't you?"

"I don't belong here."

"Yes you do."

I looked up into his eyes, they were full of sincerity. There was no anger in them to be found. He should be angry though. I had already told him that I wouldn't leave and here I was leaving. I steadied my breathing as much as I could before speaking.

"No George. Those people in that room...well I don't even know them anymore. Not a single one. You didn't see how they looked at me." I took hold of my elbows crossing my arms across my chest. I looked down at my feet, trying to keep myself from crying.

"I wish you didn't feel like that." He placed his hands on my upper arms and began to rub them up and down. "I don't know if I could be away from you though. Not just yet at least." I looked back up at him and I could feel the tug on my lips as they lifted up a bit.

"You know Hermione there is another option?" he said unsteadily, while his eyes shifted nervously.

My voice was shaky when I spoke, "Wha..what do you mean?"

"Well the apartment above the shop survived the war, and I do have to get back to working on the shop and fixing it up. So I need to move back there at some point. Why not now, right? There isn't really anything here but pain and sorrowful looks when I am around. I don't want to be around that anymore." He gave me a kind yet hesitant smile once the words came out. He looked down at his feet as he shifted his weight between the two.

I didn't know what to say. He was right that would be the ideal choice especially because I have no where to go other than staying with him.

"What do you think? We can go there today if that's what you want."

I stopped thinking and made a decision. I didn't even have to control my lips or my voice. "Yes."

His lips spread out wide into a smile. "Really? You'll move there with me?"

"Yes I will." His eyes lit up and he pulled me into a hug. He let me go and took hold of his own wand and performed the same incantations I had only a few minutes ago. One after the other every drawer from the dresser opened and all of the clothes flew out and folded into a suitcase. The suitcase shrunk down to a size smaller than his hand. He picked it up and slipped it into his pant pocket.

"Should we just leave now? Or should we go back down to the family meeting to tell them?"

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow while he questioned it himself. "I think it would be best to go to the family meeting, even though you kind of dashed away from them. We need tell everyone there and then leave so there is no real worry this time around." I knew that he was right. I also knew that I was selfish for hoping that he would ask to leave without saying anything to anyone. I didn't want to deal with any of them at the moment, none other than George or Mrs. Weasley.

"Alright then George. Let's get dressed for the day and head downstairs." I didn't bother with dressing the muggle way. I pulled my wand out and quickly transfigured both of our clothes into jeans and shirts. Nothing special, nothing to delicate that would take time. I just wanted to get away from the atmosphere in this house. George looked down realizing what I had done and shrugged his shoulders and lead me out of the room. We went back down the same stairs I had just run up to get away from this very situation.

Before anyone had the chance to say anything I spoke, "Sorry I realized that I was still in my sleep wear. Silly me right?" I tried to be cheery but it wasn't working and I could tell.

"Hermione dear why don't you come and sit down. You too George." Mrs. Weasley looked at me with the same kindness and love she always had but I sensed something else that wasn't there before. Pity. My insides weren't settling well with me. I didn't want to tell her that we were leaving it would be too hard. The others in the room though, I could tell them and walk right out the door without a second thought right now. Not Mrs. Weasley though, not her.

George was hovering behind me, I still had one stair to go down and I would be in their territory. Not that I wasn't already, but this was family meeting territory and I never knew what that could entail. I felt the heat radiating off of George's hand before it met the small of my back to push me forward. I stepped down and made my way to the only empty area in the room. George followed behind me, I sat in the single available chair and George perched himself on the arm rest making it his own.

I looked down at my lap where my hands rested, clasped together tightly cutting off circulation to my fingers. "Alright now that everyone is here, let's talk" Mrs. Weasley began, "I know that some of you have some things that need to be voiced and I figured we should go ahead and have the whole family let everything out together." I heard a few snickers from where I knew that Ron and Ginny were sitting.

"I have something to say." Ron boasted right when she finished.

"Alright Ron go ahead dear."

"Hermione should not be here. What gives her the right to come here after all this time without a word as to where she has been or what she has been doing. Not to mention who she is doing." I flinched at his words, I could practically hear the salivation of his mouth as he spat out every word."She isn't thinking about anyone but herself. What about how the rest of us feel about this. Maybe we don't want her here. She is only trouble."

"Ronald! That is terrible to say! Hermione has been nothing but good while she has been here."

"That's what you think mum! You don't really know what is going on! None of us do. What were you doing anyway Hermione? Where were you? Why won't you tell us anything!?"

I looked up at the boy I had grown up with and saw the face I was so used to. That face across from me looked nothing like that boy. He had changed and it wasn't for the better. I stood up from my chair and walked across the room to where he was. I pulled my arm back and with all the force that I could muster within me, I slapped him. I didn't look him in the eye when I did it, I stayed focused on the floor until it was over. I hadn't realized that my eyes had overflown with tears until I looked up at the siblings in front of me and felt them fall. I turned on my heal and ran. I was out the door in seconds.

I stopped once I had reached the end of the front garden. I stood at the edge of their property and waited. I knew that George would be behind me soon enough, at least I hoped he would be.

- In the Burrow -

George looked over at his younger brother with disgust holding strong on his face. He lifted himself up off of the armrest and made his way to the front door. He turned back around to look at his family his heart filled with disappointment.

"Ron, you are a disappointment. The way that you have been treating Hermione since she has been back is unforgivable. I would think that you would be happy that she came back, rather than having found out that she had the same fate as Fred. You should be ashamed of yourself."

"You only feel like that because the two of you are shagging George and you know it." The entire room stood still waiting for George's response to the outburst.

"Even if we were shagging which we aren't, it would be none of your business unless we decided to make it your business. Either way it shouldn't matter she isn't in a state to be with anyone romantically and I wouldn't do that to her nor her to me. Neither of us would be capable of handling it. And you most certainly are not good for her right now. All that you think about is yourself, not what she may be going through, you don't know what has happened over the past month. None of you do." At this George looked over at Ginny who looked back guiltily.

"What is it with you speaking so much all of a sudden!?" Ron spat back.

"When you are given a reason and a want to fight again, you do. Hermione is helping me with that and I have to help her with it too." He turned to his mother before speaking again, "I'm sorry mum, but Hermione and I are leaving. We will be at the apartment above the shop. If you need us feel free to come by. This place isn't healthy for either of us right now." With that he turned back to the door leaving a dumbstruck filled room. He looked ahead of him and saw Hermione glowing in the sunlight waiting for him.

He walked up to stand beside her, "You ready?" he asked.

"Yes" She replied.

-HPOV-

George grabbed my hand and then I felt the tug in my stomach that happened right before apparition. I closed my eyes and waited to feel the soil leave from beneath my feet to be replaced with wood.

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