A/N- I wrote the first portion of this chapter quickly. Then I realized I was ending the story and I needed to tie up everything. And then I got inspired. I have now a 9 page (so far) new story that I'm working on, also a George/Hermione. According to Microsoft Word it's titled Document2. So yeah I haven't named it yet.

Thanks to all of you readers, sorry if you weren't expecting it to end all of a sudden. I wasn't either, but that was the direction the characters took it and I always let my characters guide my stories. No epilogue for this one, I don't want to do them all the time for every story. I do them pretty often because I like closure, but this story feels oddly completed to me. You could almost call this part chapter and part epilogue anyway :-P


-Hermione and Angelina's graduation from Healer training-

George and Fred stood by as the two were given their certifications, feeling very proud of their partners. It had been three years since George had moved in with Hermione and Fred had admitted he needed help. Fred now had most of his memories back, though a few seemed gone beyond repair. The twins had bought Zonko's joke shop in Hogsmeade and their sales were through the roof. Fred had found a nice little house in Hogsmeade for himself and Angelina to move into. Fred had proposed a year earlier and they'd been married eight months after that. She was going to replace Poppy Pomfrey at Hogwarts as the old mediwitch had finally decided to retire.

The girls walked over to them and they hugged them, "Congratulations you two," George said, hugging Hermione first and then Angelina, "Ready to go to your graduation party."

"Which we don't need," Hermione said, frowning. "Molly is too stubborn."

"It's either a graduation party or an engagement party, Hermione. And do you really want to do the latter?"

"How about Fred and Angelina give her grandchildren," Hermione suggested. George laughed and wrapped his arm around his witch as they walked out of St. Mungo's together. He knew if he proposed that Hermione would say yes. But ever since Harry had proposed to Ginny two years ago there had been a litany of parties and announcements.

First had been Harry's proposal to Ginny. Then Percy had proposed to his girlfriend Katie Bell about seven months after that. Then came Harry and Ginny's wedding, Charlie's proposal to his girlfriend in Romania, Percy and Katie's wedding, Fred's proposal to Angie, Harry and Ginny pregnant with their first child, Fred and Angie's wedding, and most recently Ron had proposed to Susan. Charlie was due to get married in two months with Ron getting married early next year. It was enough to make your head spin.

So George understood Hermione wanting to get married but wanting to just have their own moment that wasn't overshadowed by his siblings and their relationships. Even at Fred and Angie's wedding conversation had been about Harry and Ginny's pregnancy. He'd settled on insisting they get a home together, which Hermione had agreed to and so six months ago they'd moved into a nice sized home together.


By the time they arrived at the party everyone else was there. Ron hugged her, "Congratulations Hermione."

"Thank you Ron."

"Where are you going to work?"

"St. Mungo's, actually. I'll be in the Spell-Damage ward."

"That's great. You'll be perfect for it."

"Of course she will," George said, wrapping his arm around her. "I have an incredibly brilliant girlfriend."

She rolled her eyes but leaned up to kiss him, "Thank you George."

"Anytime," he grinned.

"George when are you going to make an honest woman out of Hermione?" Molly asked as she came to say hello.

"Never if you keep asking that question," he retorted, frowning.

Hermione smiled at George, "At least she's mad at you and not me."

"She doesn't want to scare you out of the family," George muttered. Hermione kissed him and he smiled, "I love you."

"I love you," she smiled.


At Charlie's wedding Percy and Katie announced they were expecting their first child and George realized that he would never have his own moment with Hermione where they were in the spotlight. He suddenly vowed that they'd have their moment and began to hatch a plan.


Hermione woke on the morning of their fourth anniversary alone. She frowned and sat up in bed, "George?"

"Downstairs," he called out. She got up and noticed his old Quidditch jersey on the end of the bed. Deciding to play along she slid out of her nightgown and slid it on, walking downstairs to see George in his boxers in the kitchen and smiling at her. "You still look incredible in that."

"I'm glad you approve," she leaned in and kissed him, "so why are we downstairs instead of up in our bedroom?"

"Because this," he indicated the two of them, "began in the kitchen. So it has to grow in the kitchen too."

"George I'm not having sex in the kitchen."

"Come on we have to make breakfast together," he kissed her, "Get the eggs?"

Hermione got out the eggs and George smiled as he put a skillet on the stove. Hermione cracked the first of the eggs into a bowl and stared down into it before looking at him, "George?"

He smiled at her and she looked back into the bowl, picking up the ring that had been inside of the egg. George took the ring from her and got down on one knee, "Hermione, today marks four years together. Four years of laughter, happiness, passion, three weeks of painful and agonizing celibacy, and plenty of amazing snogging and shagging. I've been waiting for our own moment to do this. But I realized at Charlie's wedding I have to make my own. I love you. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?"

Hermione stared, surprised, before becoming serious, "I don't know George I rather enjoy watching your mum yell at you about not marrying me." He frowned and she smiled, leaning down to kiss him, "Of course I'll marry you you big idiot!"

He grinned and slid the ring on her finger, picking her up and carrying her upstairs to celebrate their engagement.

And as they say, they lived happily ever after.