It's all about Her

George was a bit nervous about picking Hermione up for dinner. They'd made plans over lunch and he had decided it was best to just tell her what had happened with Verity. He took care to pick out a nice button down shirt and pair of slacks even though he would be wearing robes over them anyway. He was taking her to the finest Wizarding restaurant in the world, hoping to keep on her good side. His hair was still a bit damp when he looked at himself in the mirror and he ran his fingers through it casually before turning away.

"I suppose it's time to get on with it," he told himself quietly before turning on the spot. Hermione was waiting on him in the living room when he appeared in the front door of his childhood home.

"You look great, George!" his mum said, pulling him into a tight hug. He patted her on the back, not taking his eyes off of Hermione. She was absolutely stunning. As soon as his mum released him he let his gaze wander over her form fitting yellow sundress. She had strappy white sandals on and a light sweater draped over one arm. Her hair was pulled up in a high arrangement, cascades of curls falling down over her shoulders.

"Wow," he managed as she took a step toward him.

"Hello to you too," she said with a grin.

"Cleans up well, eh?" Ginny asked her friend eyeing George's robes.

"He does."

"You look amazing, Hermione," he told her, kissing her extended hand.

She blushed. "Thanks."

"Where are you two going?" Mrs. Weasley wanted to know, beaming proudly at her son and Hermione. George could tell that tears were threatening to start falling from her eyes, so he looked pointedly at his father.

"Magical Nights," Geroge replied as his father enveloped his mother in a hug from behind her.

"See…they turned out, alright, didn't they?" she asked her husband.

Arthur chuckled. "Yes. Let's let the kids talk for a moment before they head off," he suggested, leading her into the kitchen to give George and Hermione some privacy. Ginny winked and followed them, knowing smile playing on her lips.

"Wow…" Hermione commented. "They apparently approve of the pairing."

"Of course. They probably expect you'll keep me out of too much trouble."

Hermione laughed with him. "You really do look lovely, George."

He blushed. "Lovely? That's not exactly the adjective I had hoped for…now manly, devilishly good looking, sexy—those I could handle."

"Fine…you look very manly." She rolled her eyes.

"You look lovely," he said with a grin and they fell into laughter.

"Why thank you…shall we go?" she asked after calming down a bit. Both were feeling rather giddy and George took her hand before leading her onto the front porch to apparate. The gentle contact sent shivers up Hermione's spine and heat straight to George's groin. He smiled at her as they disappeared into thin air.

Dinner was perfect, much to George's pleasure, but he was feeling more anxious as time went on. He knew that he had to tell her, but the thought of hurting her hung over him like a storm cloud. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt the divine creature that Hermione had turned out to be. He smiled at her as she glanced up at him over a forkful of chicken parmesan.

"Are you alright?" she asked, sensing his discomfort.

"Yea…just a bit tired, I suppose," he lied. She covered one of his large hands with her daintier one and heat began once again to pool in his nether regions. "Could I talk to you…about something rather unhappy?" he asked.

"You can talk about anything," she assured him, setting down her fork.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well, you see…I've been having these dreams." He looked into her chocolate eyes and a vision of her body rutting shamelessly against his filled his senses. He swallowed hard, determined to concentrate. "And they're a bit prophetic in nature. I suppose you could call them that, anyhow. But I've seen you…and you're special. You can take away all my fears and pain…and do a right good job of making love!"

She blushed a bit at his works, smiling, however. "Is that all?" she asked him.

"No…well at first I didn't realize it was you. I just saw brown eyes. And Verity has brown eyes as well. She wanted to help me out, you see and so she…erm well that is to say we…slept together."

The smile faded from her face. She nodded, understanding and looked down at her plate. "Oh…" she managed.

"And I never meant to hurt you, but then we made love and I just knew…" he rattled on. "I hope I don't sound like an idiot, but this is something phenomenal…"

"So you'd rather have Verity, then?" she asked quietly, fiddling with a corner of her napkin as she willed herself not to cry.

"NO!" he practically yelled, attracting attention from all sides. He cleared his throat, cast a silencing charm around them, and turned back to her. "I want to be with you…I just thought that I should let you know about what happened between Verity and me." She didn't look up and his heart sank even further down into his stomach. "I'm sorry, Hermione."

She looked up at him, determination in her eyes. "Are you sure this is what you want?" she asked. "I-I'm not…much, but…"

George cut her off, however. "What do you mean you aren't much…I think I'm in love with you. You're gorgeous and wonderful. Brilliant! You're perfect!!!"

She looked a bit startled, then a watery smile made its way onto her face. "Do you mean that?"

"Of course…I wouldn't say something I didn't mean."

"I do love you, George," she told him. "And I don't really want to talk about Verity, but thank you for telling me…what's done is done."

He breathed a sigh of relief when she came around the table and threw her arms around his neck. He enveloped her in a tight embrace and kissed her fiercely. Those surrounding them were watching, not able to hear, but smiling nonetheless. When they broke apart panting, he grinned at her. "So we're ok?"

"Better than ok," she replied.

"Good…I couldn't take you hating me."

"I could never hate you, George."

He smirked. "You say that now…I do blow quite a few things up. And dung bombs in pretty much any setting are hilarious to me."

"I can live with those things as long as I get to live with you."

George was very pleased. "Great." He decided to leave the issue of time turners alone until they had been steady for a while. "Let's eat, then tell my parents about us."

"They already know about us," she said, blushing furiously.

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously.

"Well…they sort of over heard me telling Ginny about last night." She was three shades darker than he had ever seen her and he couldn't help but burst out laughing. "What's funny?"

"You know they'll be expecting us to get married soon," he said with a grin.

"What?" she yelped.

"Mum'll have you picking out dresses by the weekend!"

"That's not funny…I don't want to hurt her feelings, but we're not ready to get married!"

He laughed some more. "Oh you just wait 'til you get back…good luck telling them we were just establishing a relationship."

"Oh no you don't! You'll be telling them we've been together since before the war…that everything was secret."

"You're ashamed of me and hid our love?" he asked, feigning hurt.

"George Weasley I am not some scarlet woman!" she protested.

"Alright, alright…but you'll still have to give her a reason to stay off the wedding plans for a bit," he said, still laughing.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "She's your mum!"

"I know…that's why you're doing the talking."

She sighed and they continued eating, back on excellent terms. George didn't know where things would lead him, but he felt comfortable in how they were.