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Chapter 16
"I will always love you George Weasley," the beautiful brown haired women whispered in his ear as they twirled around the dance floor.
He smiled down at his new bride, who still wore the beautiful white dress they had said their vows in an hour before.
"And I will always love you Hermione Jean Weasley," he replied, leaning down and kissing her passionately on the lips.
Peck, peck, peck, came a noise over his wives shoulder.
"What's that?" she wondered, turning to look.
Peck, peck, peck, the same sound came again.
"Oi! George, open the window and let the bloody bird in," Fred grumbled causing George to open his eyes.
Damn, it was just a dream, he thought angrily as he threw his cover off to open the windown, cursing whoever had sent an owl so early in the morning. When a bird he recognized flew in, he grinned widely, deciding that it was a good wake up call, especially since the bird perched itself on his bed and not his twin's.
"Good morning, Austen," George greeted the bird quietly, digging through his bed side table for a treat. He took the piece of parchment that was tied around the birds leg and sat down to read it as the bird flew away.
Dear George,
Thank you so, so much for the exquisite flowers. They are beautiful and no girl in all of Gryffindor tower can believe how sweet and thoughtful you are. Be careful, Mr. Weasley, the male population might try to hex you into next century, because they'll have to clue how to be so thoughtful
I miss seeing you, too. I miss your voice and your laugh. Even when I was upset, you could make me smile, just by looking at your mischievous face. Those flowers helped me out yesterday when i was having a rough day. Just thought I would let you know.
Wishing you were here,
Hermione
The grin that covered George's face was massive. She wanted to see him.
"Whose the letter from," his twin grumbled, propping himself up on one arm.
When he saw the look that his brother had on his face, he knew. "How is Hermione?"
"She loved the flowers and she wants to see me," was his twin's reply.
"That's great. But how is she? Did she sound happy or upset?" Fred asked, sitting all the way up.
"She said that she had a rough day yesterday," his twin answered, frowning when he realized that he hadn't really been paying attention to how she was.
"I wonder what happened," Fred mused, getting up and walking over to the dresser where he kept his quil and parchment.
"What are you doing?" his twin asked.
"I'm going to write Hermione and ask her how she is doing and such. And then I'm going to write our sister and ask her what really happened," he answered, sitting back down on his bed to begin writing.
"THat's not a bad idea. Do you want me to write the letter to Ginny and we can both sign it?" George offered, pulling out his own writing utensil.
"Sounds brilliant."
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"Hermione! Hermione!" a voice called to the young witch as she walked toward the Great Hall for breakfast. She turned to see Charlie running toward her, dark circles under his eyes as if he handn'tslept a wink.
"Charlie, are you alright?" she asked, touching his arm in concern.
"Hermione, I just wanted to tell you how incredibly sorry I am for upsetting you yesterday."
"Charlie, its okay," Hermione replied, smiling at the man. "I shouldn't have been so upset. I'm sorry, too."
"You have no reason to be sorry, Mione," Charlie replied, using the nickname she had been given by the Weasley's for the first time. "I shouldn't have just barged into the converstation that you and Malfoy were having."
"You have every right to be there, especially since Professor McGonagall assigned you as the faculty adviser," the brown haired witch assured him.
"About that..."
"Hey Charlie," Ginny interrupted, coming up to where the pair stood. "I'm glad to see you two talking. Are you coming to breakfast, Mione? we have to be at potions a few minutes early, remember?"
"Oh, that's right! Sorry, Charlie, but I need to go grab a quick breakfast. I"ll see you later, okay?" Hermione replied, hugging the man before following Ginny.
Charlie sighed and shook his head. Well I tried to tell her. That's all I can really do.
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"Did my brother apologize?" Ginny asked as the girls sat down to breakfast.
"He did," Hermione said, smiling as she picked up a banana out of the bowl of fruit in front of them. "And I apologized to him for being so up tight."
"That's great," the red head smiled.
"What's great?" Harry asked as he took a seat beside his fiancee'.
"Hermione and Charlie made up," she explained as Ron sat across from the pair.
"Ron, I'm sorry I blew up at you last night. You did nothing wrong and it was so unfair of me to blow up at you like that," Hermione apologized earnestly to one of her oldest friend.s
"That's okay, Mione. Ginny told me to keep my mouth shut," Ron replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal. "I should probably start listening to her."
"But you won't," Ginny said, smirking at her brother.
"Probably not," he admitted, his mouth full of food. "Life would be too easy that way.
Hermione, Ginny and Harry laughed at Ron's assessment of life as the morning post came flying in.
"Look, it's Fred's bird again," Ron observed as the owl sat down on the table right in between Ginny and Hermione.
"Poor thing! He's got quite a load," Hermione said as she untied two envelopes from the birds leg. "This one is for you, Ginny."
"For me?" the red head asked, surprised that her brother would be writing to her. She quickly open her letter and skimmed over it, before sighing and gathering her things.
"Where are you going?" Harry wondered, noticing that she hadn't even finished her glass of juice, which she always did.
"I have to go do something," was her vague reply. "I'll see you in potions," Ginny promised as she made her way out of the Great Hall.
"I wonder what that was about," Ron mused, looking over where Hermione was grinning, reading her letter from Fred.
Dear Hermione,
Good morning! Yes, I'm up extremely early because a beautiful girl sent my brother a letter, but I didn't mind. It gave me some time to write you a proper letter.
How have you been? Anything interesting happening? You know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?
The shop is going well. Its a lot less busy now that summer is over and all of the students are back at Hogwarts, but I think that's a good thing. It gives George and I time to come up with new products! Maybe I should come up with a product that reminds me of you. Yes...Yes I think that sounds like a brilliant idea. I always seem to have the best ideas, don't I?
You asked who got the first question. Well, I think I'll take it. Before you found out that you were a witch, what muggle job did you want when you grew up? I bet you didn't expect that sort of question, did you?
I hop you have a wonderful day. Know that I am always think of you.
Love Always,
Fred
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Ginny walked to the dungeons and sat in front of the potions classroom door, knowing that this would be a quite place, where no one would be for a while. Pulling out the letter she had recieved at breakfast, she read it once again.
Dear Ginny,
Why did Hermione have a bad day yesterday? Did someone do something to her? If so, who did it so we can send them a...gift. (And yes, we said we.)If someone hurt her, we have the right to know.
Hope school is going well.
Love,
George and Fred
Ginny shook her head and smirked. Only those two would send a letter like that. She dug through her knap sack and found her quil and notebook.
Fred and George,
You know if Hermione found out about this letter, both of you could be in trouble for being over protective. You know she can take care of herself, don't you? She's the female member of the 'Golden Trio' for Merlin's sake!
But, because I know that you are both worried about her, I will answer your question. Charlie got under her skin yesterday. She and Malfoy were appointed to orginize the balls for this year. They were working on it in the library when Charlie burst in there, acting like he owned the place, announcing that Professor McGonagall appointed him as the 'Faculty Advisor' for the ball committee. The he started having a go at Malfoy, which really bugged her. BUT, the've made up, so there's nothing that you two need to do. You now she will find out if you do, right?
School is good, just a lot of drama and emotions with this whole marriage law. You would think since I'm already engaged, things would be less emotional for me.
Be good,
Ginny.
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Hermione had never been so happy that a day of classes were over in her life. All the professor's seemed to either be in bad moods, or just thought that the student population wanted nothing more then to spend every waking house doing homework.
As she took the seat that had always been hers in the library, Hermione began pulling out all of the assignments that she had been given. As she pulled out the last one, Fred's letter from that morning fell out of the front pocket.
Smiling, she decided to give herself a small break before she started her work and answer his letter.
Dear Fred,
You need to stop sleeping your life away! That's why I sent Austen with the letter so early!
I know that I can tell you anything. Nothings happened that's worth writing about. I'm good though.
Its kind of scary to think that you two have unlimited time to think up new products. Makes me glad that I'm on your side. I have no clue on what kind of product you would make that would be something that reminds you of me. Good luck with that.
That's a very good question and you are right, I didn't expect you to ask me something so...normal. Before I found out that I was a witch, I wanted to be a doctor. That's the equivalent to a Healer, expect they don't use magic and potions to heal people. They use medicine and other muggle remedies to fix things up. Its quite fascinating, I assure you.
My turn...what is your favorite memory that you've had with you family? I always love to hear stories about memories.
Well, I must sign off for now. i have more work to do now then I ever had before.
Always,
Hermione
She re-read the letter that she had just written. After correcting a mistake, she smiled, folded and placed it in her front pocket to give to Austen later.
Now to start on this pile of homework, Hermione though, sighing as she began with transfigurations.
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"Merlin, Mione. You look terrible," Ron greeted his best girl friend as she sat down for breakfast the next morning.
"Thanks, Ronald," she replied bitterly as she took an apple from the bowl. She was exhausted. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep because of all the work she had. But it had all gotten done.
"Hermione, did you do all of the assignments last night?" Ginny asked in disbelief. "Most of those weren't due for a few weeks. The only thing that was due today was the essay for Professor Chaffin on our dream person.
What little color Hermione had left on her face quickly vanished. "Oh Merlin! How could I be so stupid!" she exclaimed.
"Hermoine, what's wrong?"Harry asked, watching his best friend with concern as she gathered her things up quickly.
"How could I have forgotten an assignment?" she yelled hysterically as she ran out the Great Hall doors. I have to to hurry up and get to the library before classes start, she thought frantically as she ran around a corner, running into something hard, causing her to drop all of her things.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly while she tried to gather her things.
"Hermione? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" a concerned voice asked.
Crying? she wondered, putting her hand to her face and feeling wetness. Hermione looked up and saw a blur of blonde hair standing in front of her.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked again, watching as she wiped angrily at her tears that were flowing freely.
"Nothing. I'm just trying to get to the library and you got in my way!" she snapped.
Draco took a step back and put his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry I ran into you, Hermione," he replied softly, sounding extremely hurt.
Hermione sighed, feeling abut the size of a pea for taking her issues out on Draco, who hadn't done anything wrong. "I'm so sorry, Draco. Its not your fault. I should have been watching where I was going but I was so busy thinking how thick I was because I was so busy doing all of the other assignments and I forgot to do the assignment for Professor Chaffin and I don't want her to think badly of me..."
"Shh, Its okay," Draco said, calmly as the young witch in front of him broke down. He pulled her into his arms and walked her towards the library. In all the years that he had known Hermione he had never seen her so upset and beside herself.
Draco steered them towards one of the loveseats that sat in front of the fireplace and pulled her down to sit next to him. They sat there for several minutes, the young women crying while the young man held her tight, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
"Thank you, Draco. I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," Hermione finally said after she had calmed down.
"Its quite alright," he assured her, still holding her close.
"It really isn't, but its kind of you to say so," she replied, sitting up and putting her head in her hands. "I can't believe that I forgot about that assignment."
"Hermione, I could really understand all of what you were saying because of all the blubbering," he teased, causing her to give him a small smile. "But from what I did understand, all you need to do is do the small paragraph for Professor Chaffin, right? I'll even help you if you need me to." He grinned and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quil. Then he began writing.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked leaning back on the seat to see what he was writing. "'It doesn't take a lot to make me happy,'" she read aloud as he wrote. "'All I really need in life in a devilishly handsome man with blonde hair and grey eyes. I need a man who will hold me when I'm a blubbering idiot and help me remember that things can be easy, if I just allow them to be. Lastly, it would be brilliant if he could be extremely well off, where I would be able to work in any capacity that I like and have no need to worrying about the money. In other words, all I really need is one Draco Malfoy.'"
Hermione grinned and felt her cheeks heat up. In all actuality some of the things he had written were pretty close to being accurate. "I didn't know you were looking for a man who looked like you and share your name," she teased. "Why on earth did you ever petition me?"
Draco smiled fondly at the girl who sat next to him and turned where he could look at her better. "I petitioned you because you've fascinated me for years. The way you think, the way you react and the way you stand up for the things you are most passionate about. In the process of observing you for years, I've discovered that I am falling fast for a girl who I never thought I could have, but always hoped I would. You are a breath taking beauty, Hermione," he whispered to her.
She shook her head, knowing he was lying. "I hardly got any sleep last night and know I'm sure my nose is swollen from all of that crying."
Draco smiled and placed his hand on the side of her face. "And yet you are still beautiful," he assured her, leaning close and kissing her gently.
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Ginny watched as the couple in front of her moved closer to one another. She watched as the boy placed his hand on the face of the girl sitting next to him and how he leaned in and kissed her.
"Merlin's Beard!" he fiancee whispered, shocked to see his best friend and long time enemy in such a tender embrace.
"Shh!" Ginny warned from her place next to him, where they had been watching the pair.
After Hermione had exited the Great Hall, Harry and Ginny had decided to go and check on their friend. That's how they had found Hermione, wrapped protectively in Draco Malfoy's arms.
"He's looking at her like you look at me," Ginny observed, shocked at the look of love and adoration that radiated off of the blonde haired boy.
"And she has a similar look that you get when you look at me, Gin," Harry replied, watching as his best friend placed her arms around Draco's neck.
"What if she picks him?" Ginny asked, for the first time actually believe it could happen.
"We except him as Hermione's choice," Harry answered, pulling her into his arms reassuringly. "And threaten to hex his balls off if he hurts her."
I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a few weeks. I've had this ready forever and I sent it to my beta a few weeks ago. I haven't heard back though. Sorry for any mistakes. If I haven't heard from my beta in the next few days, I'm going to need an new one...let me know if you are interested. Tell me what you think please, so I will know that you are still interested. I haven't been getting many reviews for this story. I hope you like this chapter. :) Happy Reading.