Unknown Halves

Chapter Two


“I need to speak to Percy.” George turned from what he was doing to look over to Hermione. “He was with Fred when it happened. He can tell us more than anyone else can.”


“He left the family,” George said tightly.


“And he came back,” she pointed out to him. “I’m not asking you two to be friends. But we need to speak to him about what happened. If you want Fred back that is where we have to start.”


George gave a terse nod, but said nothing. Sighing Hermione went over to him, slipping her arms around him and rubbed his back. George closed his eyes, hugging her. Burying his face into her hair, his fingers went tight on her and pulled her all the more to himself. Hermione tilted up her head, brushing her lips along his jaw.


He lifted his head, brushing her hair back as he pressed his forehead to hers. “You smell like vanilla and sugar quills.”


She smiled as she murmured, “You smell like musk and…whatever you’ve been working on lately that I suspect involves a shrinking potion.”


He grinned slowly, rubbing his nose against hers. “It just might.”


Pulling back she caught his hand, saying, “If that potion is for Ron, keep in mind that his manhood can only be seen by a powerful magnifying device.”


Laughing he asked, “Really?”


Swinging their hands she told him, “Merlin help me, I thought I would end up with carpel tunnel and that’s when he was in me!”


George pulled her back spinning her around so that he was now dipping her in a dance move that had her wrapping her leg over his hip to keep from falling backwards completely, making her gasp. His hand went to her firm round bottom pulling her against his erection.


“You won’t be having that problem any longer,” he growled, feeling her unconscious gyrating against his arousal.


“George…” He dropped Hermione on the floor when his father spoke to him. “We need to get ready for the memorial.”


“Okay,” he answered, wincing as Hermione muttered a curse from the floor.


“Was that Hermione?” Arthur asked his son. “You need to be getting ready as well.”


“Yes, Mr. Weasley,” she called out. “We might run a little late though as I will be hurting your son first as a lesson on never to drop a woman in his arms.”


“Try to make it a short lesson, my dear,” he told her. “We cannot be too late.”


Once George’s father left, Hermione took George to the ground by knocking his legs out from under him. “Never do that again,” she lectured him as she was straddling him.


“Never,” he breathed, as she nibbled on his lips.


“I have to go get ready,” she murmured, rubbing her nose against his.


“Hermione?”


“Hmm?”


“You…I…”


“I won’t leave your side,” she murmured, cupping his face and rubbing her thumb across his lips and jaw. “I promise.”


Squeezing his eyes shut, he began to cry quietly. Hermione wrapped her arms around him and rubbed him as she struggled to think of a way to help the man with her. What he wanted, what he said he needed, she might not be able to get him. What then, she asked herself. Closing her eyes she prayed, because she didn’t even want to think about what would happen.


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The memorial services was short, thank Merlin, as Hermione didn’t think her hand could take George’s bone breaking grip for that much longer than the forty-five minutes the ceremony took. Afterwards Hermione left George talking to Lee, telling him that she was getting something to drink. She was at the bar when she saw Percy getting very drunk. She went over to him. She took him into her arms and rocked him, as he sobbed into her shoulder.


“He-he died in my arms!” he sobbed. “I-I couldn’t…why…”


Molly’s heart broke at the sight of her boy weeping. She rushed over to him, taking him into her arms murmuring to him that his Mum was there now. Hermione finished up her butter beer and had a fire whiskey poured. She was in the middle of taking a sip when she heard a throat clearing next to her.


Lavender Brown was standing at the bar looking like she was going to tell her what was what when George came over.


Kissing Hermione’s temple, he asked, “Have you had enough of this?”


“We have to visit Fred as well as Tonks and Remus,” she told him. “Then we can go home where you can explain to me how is it that Ron ended up with such a very small penis.”


“Well, love, all the real men in the family have large ones,” he explained to her as they walked away from a slack jawed Lavender.


***


Hermione and George ended up going straight back over to the Burrow with the rest of the family. George could go no further than the doorway of the crypt before turning away and practically bolting. Hermione was able to keep up with him, but just barely as it took her tripping to make him stop his escape.


He was sobbing as he chanted that he couldn’t go see him. She brushed herself off, trying as she might not to think about how badly her knee was hurting.


“Let’s go back to the Burrow,” she told him quietly, as she held him. “We can get something to eat and relax with a fire whiskey. We can speak to Percy there, if he’s up to it. If not, I can get his memory and put it in a pensive to look at later. The most important thing is that you realize you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Okay?”


His arms went tighter around her, inhaling deeply as he muttered, “How is your knee?”


“It’s been better,” she complained quietly.


“I’ll put some healing salve on it at home,” he whispered, kissing her temple.


Once they were at the Burrow, Hermione rode piggyback on George over to the kitchen where he asked his mum for the healing salve. He put her down and took the salve from his fussing mother. He rubbed Hermione's knee with the salve carefully, finishing off with a little kiss once he was finished.


Hermione stretched out her leg and let out a relieved breath, lifting his face and kissing his mouth lightly. “Thank you.”


“Any time,” he sighed.

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