What You've Done

The First Days

Hermione's Point Of View: 

George kicked the front door of our shared house wide open as we traipsed in out of the cold, frosty night air. With a wave of his arm, he lit the fire and shut the door behind us. The fire cast a warm, cosy effect on the room and I couldn't help but smile at George's effort to make my first day back special. I tightened my grip around the small child cuddled into my arms as I slowly struggled to remove my coat. 

"Here, let me help you." George proposed and he tucked Seth further up his arm and into his chest as we both struggled with our free hands to take off first my coat and his. Finally we had managed to slide them both off from around our shoulders and George hung them up on the coat stand before leading me over to the couch, where we both took a seat. 

I tucked my feet up onto the seat and moved so that I was leant on my left hand side. Despite the warmth of the fire, I was still shivering from the cold outside. George noticed and slid his arm around my shoulders, pulling me further into his warm body so that he could warm me up.

Snuggling deeper into his warm embrace I found myself sinking into his grasp. Somehow, I always found myself relaxing whenever I was around him. It was just an effect he had on me. 

I directed my gaze to look down at my baby girl. She looked exactly perfect to me with her cute button nose, her tiny fingers and fingernails, her closed eyelids and long black eyelashes and her skin, so soft and smooth I had never felt anything like it before. I found myself eagerly waiting for her to open her eyes again, to let me see her eyes again, his eyes again. 

I was occasionally shocked by how much I missed him, how much I missed his scent and the way he felt when he was close to me. The sound of his voice and the soft rhythmic beating of his heart. 

If Voldemort hadn't come back, could everything be different? Would Drake, Draco, and I still be together? Could it have been him sat here beside me, holding his own child in his arms?  I let my gaze slide to George. His messy red hair that glowed like the light of the fire and his brown eyes that, when you look into them, you felt you could just sink into a sea of melted chocolate. 

Suddenly George turned sensing my gaze on him and I smiled at him, instantly guilty that I had been thinking about Draco. 

A smile met his lips as he increased his grip around me and he brought our children close together. Seth and Serena, our little angels, lay curled up together in our arms next to each other.

"Why did you do it George?" I asked hesitantly. I had always wondered why he had done it, why he had tried to save me when Voldemort was trying to kill me. 

"Why did I do what?" He murmured, his lips rubbing against my head as he pressed them there.  I leant into his touch, happy that he was here for me now as he had been for me back then. 

"Why did you try and protect me from Voldemort? We weren't together, we weren't even dating, yet you risked your life for me." He looked away the anxiety clearly shown on his face. 

"I was afraid," He admitted, "I didn't want anyone else to die; I wasn't sure that I'd be able to cope with another Fred. I know that makes me sound so selfish, the fact that I mainly did it for me-," 

I stopped his words by kissing him lightly on the lips, forcing him to turn his face around fully to mine again. 

"But I think deep down I knew that I loved you too; every time I saw you with Draco and there was something inside me that was eating away at my body, at my heart." George explained, his eyes looking straight into mine and I could see the love, misted inside of them, "It was a terrible feeling."