HERE WE GO AGAIN

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, just this story, Sadly

Author's Note: Thank you to all reviewers! Love you all loads 3 Anyway, on with the story, chapter 8

"Do you George Fabian Weasley take Hermione Jean Granger to be your lawful wedded wife? To love her for as long as you both shall live, to honour and cherish her, to have the required children assigned by the ministry?" The official droned.

"I do" George was looking at me, smiling happily.

"And do you Hermione Jean Granger take George Fabian Weasley to be your lawful wedded husband? To love him for as long as you both shall live, to honour and cherish him, to have the required children assigned by the ministry?" The official was looking at me.

I opened my mouth and it was dry. I barely choked out the words.

"No, I do not".

The sky turned grey and cold. The guests stood up and advanced towards me. George pushed his wand to my throat. The official grabbed my arm tightly. A death-eater appeared above me and began pulling my life away from me before I could scream.

"Hermione? Hermione wake up" I bolted upright, sweating and panting. There was a flicker of light in the room. I was in bed and George was sitting on the edge of the bed looking at me.

"What…happened?" I breathed.

"You were yelling in your sleep, I think you were having a nightmare. Did you remember to take your medicine? Nightmares and bad thoughts are side effects I think. Are you ok?" George looked concerned.

"I think I was...I don't know. No, I forgot, I'll go get it" I sighed and began to pull back the covers.

"No, I'll go get you a drink, wait here" George smiled before getting up and leaving the room.

I shivered and pulled my knees to my chest. I sighed and wiped my forehead. I didn't know why I had such a dream. I wasn't nervous about the wedding, at least I didn't think I was.

George came back in and handed me a green mug. I took it and sniffed it. It smelled lemony and was a light brown colour. I took a gulp and placed the mug on the bedside locker.

"Thanks" I whispered.

"Don't mention it. Just out of interest, what was the dream?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't mention it" I half-smiled.

George grinned and ruffled my hair. "I'll leave you go back to sleep, that should help" He nodded to the mug.

"Ok, thank you" I smiled before he turned off the light and padded back to his own bed.

I lay down and stared at the dark ceiling. Thoughts swirled around my head as I fidgeted with my hands.

After a while, I couldn't hear George and figured he was asleep. I was too afraid to close my eyes.

I knew what I was doing this time. I swung my legs out of bed and crept across the floor. I looked at George's bed but I couldn't see him. I reached my arm out but it fell on an empty mattress.

I heard a noise from the hall and cautiously moved over to the door in the dark. I prised it open carefully and looked out. The hall was dark but there was a dim glow near the kitchen. I crept up the hall and looked into the kitchen.

George was sitting in the windowsill looking out into the night. There was no light on but the moonlight shone onto his body. I walked over to him and he looked up at me.

"Couldn't sleep" I didn't know whether it was a question or a statement but I nodded.

George sighed and looked back out the window. He pulled up his feet and I sat across from him looking out the window.

"You miss him" I breathed.

"Everyday" He whispered.

I saw his reflection in the glass and caught his hand. We both sat up and I looked at him.

"It shouldn't have happened" I whispered.

"It should have been me, I…" He hung his head and I could see him fight tears.

I gently leaned forward and tilted his head forward.

"Never say that" I whispered before closing my eyes and gently kissing his lips.

Ok, it's happened at last! Short chapter but it had the kiss so it balances out! Hope you liked it, review please! Peace x.