Thanks for the reviews, guys. Here's chapter two.

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George was pretty quiet all through dinner. We all were- evewn Ciaus. I don't think that any of us knew how to deal with the other's sudden presense. It's not exactly easy to talk when I can hardly look at George's face and George can hardly look ay Ciaus'.

I close the door to Ciaus' bedroom and walk back into the kitchen. George has already used magic to clean up from dinner and he's sitting back at the table, his head in his hands- just like Fred.

"George?" I ask softly. I don't trust myself to say anything else right now. The pain is almost unbearable.

He looks up at me. "How?" he asks. "I- ." He shakes his head, and then scratches it, staring back at me for an explanation- lost for his own words.

I remain silent for a few moments and then take a deep breath. "How did we have a child together, or how did you not know?"

I can see the pain in his eyes as clearly as I could ever see the pain in Fred's. They're so close to being identical. Fred and I managed to keep our relationship...whatever it was- a secret. I wanted it that way- and now all I see is the pain it's now caused George.

Sitting down across from him at my small wooden table, I summon us both tea and magically heat it.

"I didn't know."

I look down at my hands. "I'm sorry." It's all that I can think to say and I know I sound stupid.

"We-" I pause, trying to calm myself enough to talk. "We were never really together. I- I made him promise to never telll...anyone- about anything, unless we were really together..."

"How long?" He finally asks, after a few silent moments.

I shrug awkwardly and then meet George's eyes again, feeling the tears run their way down my face. "He kissed me that summer at Grimmauld...I- I never wanted it to keep going but...but at some point I fell in love with him, I couldn't push him away, and I was just too stupid and proud to admit it."

I pause and it's all I can do to keep myself from sobbing. "We- we were going to be together once the war was over." I cover my face in my hands and shake my head. "I was so fucking stupid. I never told him I loved him."

George walks over to my side and gestures me out of the chair and over to the living room couch. He holds me against his chest and I can feel him take a deep breath.

"I knew my brother," George says, his voice steady. "And I promise you, if he cared enough to keep the two of you a secret, then he probably loved you. And I'm sure he knew you loved him too, if you were close enough to him to have a child with him."

I nod, my head leaning against his chest. "Do you hate me?"

He moves me so I have to face him, and he looks at me in shock. "How could I hate you?" he asks. "You just shocked me a bit, Hermione. But- you've brought a bit of Fred back into my life." He shakes his head, and gives me a warm smile. "I could never hate you."

George laughs as I through my arms around him, and I can't help myself, I start laughing, too. I pull away from him to wipe my eyes and just shake my head.

"I panicked," I tell him. "I just had to leave."

"I get it," George replies. "But how? You disappeared with only a quick note. They're still looking for you, Hermione. It was like you vanished."

"Well I had a bit of help," I admit. "Not many people wanted to go back to Hogwarts immediately to help out, but Malfoy showed up only a day after I did...we kind of had to talk to eachother, and we really got along fine when we were on the same side of something. He ran into me the day I found out I was pregnant and I just blurted everything out- and he helped me...disappear."

"Wow."

I nod at George. "I know...he sends me the Prophet," I tell him with a smile. "I hear he's the main suspect on my vanishing."

"He is," he replies, a small smile on his own face. "Ron's convinced."

I look back down at my hands.

"Hey," George says, pushing my chin up so I have to look him in the eyes. "I know where you are now- and I'm not letting you vanish again. It might be overwhelming, but they'll accept you...eventually. You're coming home, Hermione. Us Weasley's stick together."

"I can't."

His face hardens a bit. "Hermione, you've been gone for three years, and for most of that time you have been hiding my nephew from me."

"Your Godson," I tell him, biting my lip.

George doesn't say anything- he just stares at me. "I- I hope you don't mind, but you two were twins, so it's kind of assumed you'd be his first child's godparent, so I didn't need to get your permission at all...And I'm still kind of jumpy from the war so I figured if anything ever happened to me, I know Ciaus would be were he belonged."

"You both belong back home, Hermione," he finally replies. He then smirks, and I can feel my resolve melting. "You really have no say in this."

"I know," I tell him. "How did you find me, anyway?"

He shrugs. "I don't actually know. I was in Cork on shop business, but when I was going to leave I really wanted to go down this street- and then I saw you...everyone really misses you, Hermione."

"I miss everyone, too."

"Come home?"

Slowly, I nod my head.

Back to Britain.