DH SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A/N: Well once again here it is dears, I feel the need to tell you all that I had one hell of a time writing this since my A button on my laptop is broken and I have to slam down on it to get it to work. I blame my fiancée he abuses my computer.

Oh and deepest of apologies to Taylor5795, I know that I promised a story for you where Fred was still alive but I had writers block on that one and this popped into my head. I really will get that one up for you as soon as I'm pleased with it. Please don't be mad: ) Oh and I'm not really sure how good this is.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. It's all J.K.R's I just like to have fun with them!

Here he was once again, sitting on the couch drinking and smoking those damn muggle cigarettes. He wasn't quite sure when he had taken up the habit, but it was sometime after Fred had died. Now he had a two pack a day habit and he was lucky if he made it through the day without a drink. He was lucky if he made it through the day without thinking about Fred, or her. She had come to him after the funeral and asked how he was, offered him a shoulder to cry on. It ended in a chaste kiss, witch in turn lead to heavy kissing and then sex on the back yard of the Burrow. Not one of the finer moments in the history of George Weasley.

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"Are you sure you want to do this Hermione?" Pointless since they had both already lost their clothes at this point.

"Yes, I just need to feel, to feel something." She brought her mouth up to his kissing him deeply.

"Alright." He said as he took his brother's girlfriends virginity, the only girl his little brother had ever loved.

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George had sworn to himself the next morning when he was sober that it would never happen again. It had been amazing and beautiful, full of tears, and pain, and the need to feel. But it would never happen again, he couldn't do that to his little brother. And he kept his promise, for almost three whole months until it happened again. It had been a birthday party for Ginny; his whole family was there, even her. She was living with Ron and Harry at Grimmauld place and had come to help her best girlfriend celebrate her coming of age. He hadn't seen her at all since that night and was doing a good job avoiding her now. That was until Ron had said something that pissed her off and she wound up on the stairs just as he was coming out of the bathroom.

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He came out of the bathroom shocked to see the girl that he had been avoiding all night sitting at the top of the stairs crying.

"Oh, hello George. I didn't know anyone was up here." She wiped her eyes off with the sleeve of her sweater.

George knew that he should have walked away at that moment and just left her there, but he couldn't. "Hermione what's wrong? Why are you crying?" He sat down next to her.

"It's just Ron, he doesn't think that I know how to have fun, he thinks I need to loosen up." Her beautiful big brown eyes looked up into his.

"I think you're plenty of fun Hermione, I'm sure that you could show all of them down there what fun really is." He smiled at her.

"Ha!" She laughed. "When have you seen me really have fun George Weasley?" She looked at him in a joking manner, but he could tell that the question was serious.

"Well, I can't really recall a specific time, but deep down I know that everyone knows how to have fun." He was getting lost in her eyes. "Even you."

"Even me?" She asked in a whisper, closer now then he remembered her being.

"Especially you Hermione." And then it happened again, lips that already knew each other crashing together once more. He wasn't sure who had started the kiss but he sure as hell wasn't going to end it. Hands were searching reaching out to feel, as they sat making out on the steps of the Burrow with her boyfriend right downstairs. And before either one of them realized what was happening he had her pressed up against his old bedroom door. Both their shirts were off, fumbling with the buttons on each others pants. She was sighing as he kissed a trail down her neck to the top of her bra.

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George had betrayed his little brother once again; he had fucked his girlfriend up against his bedroom door. While his whole family sat downstairs singing happy birthday to Ginny. He took another drag of the cigarette in his hand, wondering if he should get up and get himself another firewhiskey. It should have ended there, it really should have. But as time went on he couldn't bring himself to stop it. At first it was only once a month, and after each time they had sworn to each other it would be the last time. He soon found that he wanted it more and more and he couldn't wait till the next time she came over. Of course she was still with Ron, still totally in love with him to any outsider. How George hated to see them together, him all over her. But she never acted like it bothered her; she would act like she loved it. But still she would come to him more and more. Soon they weren't even talking before he had her on his bed in his apartment above the shop.

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"We need to stop this George." She said to him while putting her jeans back on. "It's not fair to Ron."

He looked at her, as he did after every time, taking her curves in. She deserved more then his little brother could ever give her. "Why?" It was a simple question, but he knew that it didn't have a simple answer. They're meetings had been going on for a year or so at this point.

"Ron loves me and I can't keep doing this to him." She threw his shirt to him from the floor where it had landed. "Besides, last night he asked me to marry him."

George felt like his whole world was crumbling around him. "And what did you say?" He already had guessed the answer, but he wanted to hear her say it.

"Well of course I said yes. We've been dating for awhile and it's only normal that we get married." She said it in a way that reminded him of the old Hogwarts prefect Hermione.

"But what about us?" He asked, forcing himself not to cry.

She looked at him and frowned. "George, there is no us."

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He was glad that she had apparated away before she could see him cry that day. He hadn't seen her alone since, only at family functions. Here it was seven months later, and the night before she was to be married to his brother and she was all he could think about. Tomorrow he would stand up in front of everyone and be his brother's best man. Well co best man along with Harry. George really wanted to be there for his little brother, really he did. But he wasn't sure if he could stand it knowing how he had betrayed him. And deep down inside knowing how he felt about his bride. At this point he decided that he really needed to get off his ass and get another drink. Slowly he made his way off the couch and to the kitchen counter where the firewhiskey was. He had just finished pouring his eighth glass when a popping sound from behind him scared him and made him drop it. For a split second he held a small hope that it was Hermione, but Harry's voice ruined that for him.

"George, 'hiccup' you should really be out with us." Harry drunkenly walked into the kitchen. "We're having a great time 'hiccup' and Ron really wants you to be there. 'Hiccup'"

"Merlin Harry, you smell like a bar!" George placed his hands on the younger man to steady him. "Just how much did you drink?"

Harry hiccupped once more. "Not nearly as much as Ron has. You should see him, he's crawling around on the floor of the Three Broomsticks!" He smirked at the last part like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. "So come on out with us, you'll have a great time!"

He frowned. "No, I think that I should just stay here tonight. I don't feel much like being out right now."

"Alright then I'll give Ron your best then. And I'll see you at the wedding tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course Harry, don't have too much fun." George forced a smile up on his face.

Harry smirked once more before apprating out of the flat.

He hoped Harry had actually made it back to the pub and not out in the middle of nowhere splinched. He grabbed the bottle of whisky and went into his bedroom, not even remembering when he fell asleep.

"George." The voice called to him. "George, wake up!"

"Uggg, five more minuets Mum." He grumbled.

He heard a small quiet little giggle. "I'm not your Mum." The voice said.

He shot up, he knew that voice. "Hermione?" He asked looking around the dark room. "Is that you?"

He was answered with lips on his own. "Yes, it is me." She said after breaking the kiss.

"But what about Ron, tomorrow, the wedding?" He asked.

"One last time." She said. "I just need it, I need to feel."

George grabbed her and fell into his sheets with her, the girl that would be his sister in-law by tomorrow afternoon. And they made love like there would be no tomorrow, no wedding, like they would be together forever.

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"Do you Ronald Weasley take this woman to be your wife? To have and to hold forever, till death do you part?"

"I do." His little brother answered without hesitation.

"Do you Hermione Granger take this man to be your husband? To have and to hold forever, till death do you part?"

She looked at him, for a split second before she answered. "I do."

"Should anyone here have a reason why these two should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace."

He wanted to speak up, he really did, but George couldn't find the words to break his brother's happiness.

"I now pronounce you man and wife, you my now kiss the bride."

And then Ron kissed her, making the woman he had been with over the past two years his sister in-law. The woman he had been with just last night.

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Two months had passed since the wedding, two months since he had lost her. And George hadn't done a thing except sleep, drink, and work. He had thrown himself into the shop and tried to think of nothing else, most of all anything but her. But she was in his every thought, every dream, and every moment nothing but her. Till the day she came into the shop.

He looked up, expecting to see some little kid coming in to buy something for a prank. But he was surprised to see her. "Hermione, hi, how are you?" He stepped out from behind the counter.

"I left Ron." She stated it as a fact.

"What? Why?" He asked her. He tried very hard not to sound happy at the news.

She sighed. "It wasn't working, for many reasons." Tears were springing up in her eyes.

He pulled her into a hug and looked at her. "Well, why don't you start with the first reason and we'll go from there."

She wiped her eyes on his work robes. "Well, oh gods I don't know how to say this."

"You can tell me anything." He assured her.

"I'm pregnant." She spit out, crying even harder.

George was beyond confused. "Wait, why would you leave him if you're pregnant?"

"Well, because," She wiped her eyes again. "The baby, well George, the baby it's yours."

He looked down at her seriously. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am." She told him.

George smiled the biggest smile he had since Fred had died. "Oh, Hermione this, this is wonderful!" He hugged her tight.

"Really?"

"Yes, of course it is. Hermione you mean more to me than I could ever say. And we don't have to get married, not yet. But please can we at least try to be together?" He smiled at her hopefully.

She smiled back up at him. "Yes, I think we could try." And she kissed him.

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A/N: Soooooooooo, let me know what you think. Loves, MISA