I love this pairing and this idea; this is something I'm writing purely for me, which has not happened in a long time. I hope that you enjoy this prologue and that you stick around for their story.

Enjoy.~

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters; nope, nope nope.

Hermione remembered the first time she and George kissed. It hadn't been a romantic one, it had happened more out of a need for comfort. George was going through the loss of his best friend, his twin, and Hermione was dealing with the nightmares, and the realization that she and Ron were not really meant to be. It had been more for George's comfort then her own. The falling asleep together afterwards, however, helped them both equally.

It happened a month after the Final Battle. George had been holed up in his apartment, ignoring everyone, much to his mother's dismay. Hermione was visiting at the Burrow when Molly had shoved the casserole in her hands, asking her to take it to him in a shaky voice.

She hadn't really had a choice.

Looking back now, though, Hermione is grateful.

That simple request led her to George.

And being with George...well, being with him makes her the happiest she's ever been.

I started this pretty soon after my aunt passed as a way to distract myself; when the grief got to be too much, the writing stopped. I'm trying my hardest to deal with it and everything that has happened, so I'm hoping that finishing writing this will help the process.

You probably didn't really want to know that, but I felt like I should share it because while I have two chapters done (and another almost there) there may be times when this gets to be hard to write.

I hope that this short prologue has you wanting more, and that you stick around for more.

Thank you for reading, and please, leave a review.

-Written Fire.