AN: Okay people, last chapter! I want to thank all of you who reviewed or favorites/followed this! But please! Last chapter, I got a lot of favorites (which I'm SO GRATEFUL of, don't get me wrong! I love you guys!) but no reviews! Please! I want to hear what you guys think! I want to hear your advice! It makes me a better writer!

Thank you to Ava Miranda Dakedavra for being by beta! You are amazing and I am so grateful to have a great beta like you!
For the last time folks!

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! ENJOY! :)

George groggily woke up to find himself in his room like he was in his… dream? Hallucination? Whatever that was, he was in his room. He looked to his left and found a glass of water and his wand. He shakily sat up and took a sip. As the cool water slipped down his throat, there was a boom of the door being forcibly opened, then a swarm of red-heads with the one raven haired boy surrounded him, sounding- George mused- much like a flock of chickens, squawking at him with words he could not understand.

Finally, Arthur, taking pity on him, bellowed, "Okay, okay, settle down!" And the squabbling dulled down to a murmur.

Molly, taking his hand in hers, sat down and stroked his hair, lightly stroking his cheek like she did when he was little and hurt himself and George immediately familiarized with her touch sagged his shoulders and closed his eyes.

"Georgie?" His mother whispered, "Are you all right?"

George let one eye flutter open. He gazed at each member of his family and Harry- he basically was one anyway; and felt a sense of belonging and warmth- something that he never took the time to notice until now, "Never better, Mum." He grinned, "Never better."

And he told his family about his dream about how he saw Fred and what Fred told him. As he finished, all the women had tears in their eyes and the men sniffed, and looked away. George faintly heard Ron mutter, "Allergies," as he rubbed his eyes.

As he finished, he noticed that something or rather someone was missing, "Where's Hermione?" He asked the group.

A silence fell across the room and he took in each one of their stunned faces as they looked around for the bushy bookworm. George felt something twist in his gut and pushed the covers away and leaped up.

"I remembered her coming to your room with a scrap of parchment in her hand," Bill muttered mostly to himself before reaching down and looking under his bed, "There it was, on the floor. How it got there is strange… like she collapsed on the floor and the paper seemed to roll down there." George was then struck on how in his dream, he accidentally pushed her to the floor as he stood up but… it has to be a coincidence right? His family must've come to the same conclusion because they nervously shifted their eyes to one another and whispering their doubts to each other.

George took the balled up parchment from Bill's hand. He instantly recognized a familiar loopy scrawl. On it, he read, "Erised Sugar: Pour this into your cakes and pastries and feed it to desired victim. Works just like the fabled Mirror of Erised: will show you your deepest desires from the heart! WARNING- might not show you the thing you WANT to hear. Remember, seeing too much might be the last thing you want to do." In the bottom, in small script, heavily blurred with tears she wrote, "I did have my doubts. Will the unicorn hair mixed with the beetle eyes be too risky? Oh George, you know what happens when these two mix- either it will work like what the maker of the Mirror of Erised created or it will be a horrid reaction is an understatement, but you looked at the cake and you said it looked the most edible so I thought, why not? I KNEW I should have added that bezoar in, JUST in case but oh, I was foolish and I wanted you to try it. I've seen you so upset and it breaks my heart and I realize that your deepest desire is to see Fred again and I thought that if you saw him, you won't be as upset. Now look at what I've done! I've ruined everything! You might be d-"-That part was scribbled hastily and tears blotted the page, "poisoned and it'll be my fault! And on your birthday! Oh, George, I love you so much and I understand if you don't love me anymore after this."

George gripped the page, his hands shaking with anger and disbelief. How dare she say that he might not love her anymore! Can she really be that thick? Can she really believe that? The room held their breath, dazed. Ginny was the one who spoke up, "Okay, listen up you prats. And mum and dad. We've got to find Hermione. THINK! Where would she have gone?"

A distinct murmur rang through the group. Ron suggested the lake. Molly suggested Flourish and Blotts. Charlie suggested either Luna or Neville's houses but George shook them all down, "Knowing Hermione, she'll want to be alone and doing something productive. Sitting and doing nothing isn't really her thing."

"But what in Merlin's sagging knickers would she be doing now?" Ron asked, receiving a sharp blow to the head by Molly.

George blinked, "I think I know," he grinned, "Back in ten." And with a wink to the crowd, he spun on the spot.

The feeling in his gut lurched as he entered Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes; despite its bright coloring and happy faces of the customers as he saw Verity and Lee handling the store ("Only today, 30-50% off you old sods!"). It twisted as he nodded hello to the two who beamed and wished him a happy birthday, having given him their presents. It kneeled in worry as he headed to the backroom where he and Hermione (and before that Fred) made their products. And it dropped to the floor with a knife sticking in its back as he saw Hermione on the floor, the spilled remains of the potion on the table. George frantically scooped her in his arms, "LEE! VERITY!"

The two rushed down the stairs and looked in shock at the unconscious girl being cradled and George, looking pale, his eyes holding something desperate and they rushed to the nearest fireplace on the other side of the shop, George cursing under his breath about bloody fireplaces, Lee and Verity bringing up the rear as the ongoing shoppers looked at them with confusion and worry.

"Nothing to see here people!" Lee announced with a wink as he assured the curious customers. He nudged at Verity, "By the way, who's managing the register?"

Verity cursed as she looked at the long line and growled, "You better get the Floo ready or so help me…" She hurried back to the counter as Lee scooped up some Floo powder and handing it to George.

"Are you sure this won't harm her?" he asked worriedly as the bright green flames flickered.

George glanced helplessly at him, "I-It's safer than apparating and what other choice is there?" He stepped into the flames, clutching his love to his chest and announced in a firm voice, "The Burrow."

He rushed upstairs, calling out to his mum as he set her down on his bed. When the Weasley clan and Harry rushed to his room, the noise in the room continued its mindless squabble and shouts. Molly frantically hushed them as she looked her over, checking for anything severe.

George kneeled right next to her, his hand tightly clamped on hers. He just lost Fred over a year ago and now, seeing Hermione like this… She was the reason he was living. He would be in his room, locked in a depression. She made him live. She made him, him. He quickly whispered, his lips moving quickly, "Please, please, please."

At last Molly let a sigh of relief, "She has a bump when she fell, she has a couple of cuts that are pretty deep and I might have to take some shards of glass out but I believe she collapsed due to stress and tiredness. Nothing major and something I can easily fix."

The room breathed a sigh of relief, George not making a sound or acknowledgement as his eyes were fixed on Hermione.

It was well late in the night, with no one except himself and her when she awoke, her eyelashes fluttering opened as she took in her surroundings. She was aware on how George's hand enveloped hers, her eyes fell on his face and her mind took her to what happened only a few hours before. Nervously, she croaked, "George."

His eyes slowly opened and when he saw she was awake, he wrapped her up in a giant hug, "Oh, Hermione. Hermione." He breathed as he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair.

She slowly tore herself from his grasp, her eyes watery as she looked at him, tears flowing down her face as she hiccupped, "I-I tried. I t-tried to make a c-cure for the p-potion. M-maybe if I reversed the e-effects by adding some rosemary." She managed a watery chuckle, "L-looking b-back, I realized that r-rosemary with beetle e-eyes makes an even b-bigger explosion." She sniffed, "I don't know w-what's up with my head these days. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so-"

George silenced her with a kiss. She was hesitant at first but he prodded her lips with his tongue, his hands wrapped around her waist. Finally, she relented and the kiss deepened. Her hands threaded through his hair and George clutched her waist- to tell her he was not letting go. When the two parted for air, he rested his forehead against hers, both breading raggedly.

"I think the fumes are getting to you," He murmured in a husky voice, "If you think that I will ever leave you for something like this. I love you. I love this product that was once just a dream in Fred's head now a semi-success. Fred will be so proud of you, I swear."

Hermione's eyes went wide. This was the first time he said his name without breaking down or faltering, "George?"

He grinned, "That brilliant potion you made brought me to him, love. I finally said good-bye. I finally saw him. And I love you so much."

Hermione beamed, her eyes filled with unshed tears, "I love you too."

He smiled in content as Hermione leaned next to him, feet propped on his lap as he stroked her hair. The whole family was sitting in the living room holding bottles of Butterbeer and Firewhiskey and lightly chatting. Then, there was a girly shriek and everyone sat up, wands at the ready. George held Hermione tightly in his arms as he tried to shield her from the potential threat.

"HERMIONE!" The voice of Percy Weasley bellowed as he came downstairs with pink hair and a dragon's tail, the words, "Percy got pranked by the bookworm!" in neon green stamped on his forehead.

"I told you I would get back at that horrid prank you did," she mused.

As everyone- sans Molly- began to chuckle, George took one look at Percy and burst out laughing.

The room was silent except for the loud booms of laughter that hadn't been heard in so many months, so dearly missed. As George's laughter died down, he was met with laughter from all of the family members- even Percy as his mother engulfed him in a giant hug, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks. He looked to his left to see a giggling Hermione and he swooped down to capture her lips in a tender kiss.

"What was that for?" She asked grinning, arms around his neck.

He gave another laugh, (how wonderful it felt!) as he nuzzled his nose against hers and he gazed at the woman he dearly loved forever and ever.

"Thanks."

She tilted her hands, confused, "Why?"

"For making me laugh again."

"Laughing is just a way to release excess happiness."

AN: This quote was from my own beta, Em! Give a round of applause for her guys!

Okay, so I've been thinking and since most of you want a sequel chapter for "Coming Home". I will! BUT my teachers have dumped homework and tests on us so it might be awhile before I write the sequel. I want to spent some time studying because sadly, my math grades aren't that good.

But, I will make a comeback with that soon! THANK YOU guys! You have no idea how happy I am that you like this!

So for the last time, PLEASE REVIEW! (please?)

~Booknerd :)