**Author's Note: All right, that took longer than I had expected. I've been busy though--finals for me is next week and my teachers have been loading me up with homework. But here's the final chapter. Enjoy! And thanks to the reviewers.**

"Once again, another year has passed," Dumbledore began, his voice oddly magnified in the hall. "Your tests, I am told, went exceptionally well--of which I'm sure you are all very grateful for. Now, if you please, I would like to announce the winners of this year's House and Quidditch Cups." He paused to look around at the anxious students. "The House Cup--once again--goes to Gryffindor House!" A raucous cheer reverberated in the hall. "And the Quidditch Cup goes to Slytherin House!" A series of jeers erupted from the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore held up his hands to silence the students. "I don't want to take up any more of your time with my talking. Besides that, I'm rather hungry. I look forward to seeing you all next year."

With a wave of his hands, hundreds of plates appeared on the tables and each goblet was filled to the brim with pumpkin juice. George gulped down his greedily to the puzzled looks of his peers. "What?" he asked.

Katie and the others shrugged, but she continued to stare at him while they went on eating. "Hey, George, do you want to come stay with me for a while this summer? My dad says he can get you a job if you want one." She looked at him hopefully.

"Hm." He put down the golden goblet. "An interesting proposal. But I don't know how much Mum would like that." He cleared his throat. " 'George, I don't like that at all. Staying with a girl. Now, Katie's a sweet girl, I know, but I can't say I approve of that,'" he said, imitating his mother.

She smiled. "That's okay. I was just...throwing it out there." She was silent for a moment, and then she looked up. "You don't have to stay with me, you could stay in Diagon Alley--or Apparate!"

"I do need the money," George said thoughtfully.

"What's all this about money?" Fred asked, barging in on the conversation.

"Katie's trying to get me a job with her dad," George replied. He looked around the Great Hall and spotted Oliver Wood sneaking out with some girl. He was probably still feeling a little guilty for barging in on Wilma's decisions. But when he looked harder, he realized the girl Wood was with was Wilma. He shook his head and chuckled to himself.

"A job?" Fred repeated. "Who needs a job when you can board Harry Potter at your house?" They laughed. "Do you know how much he would pay to stay with us? Galleons upon galleons. Think of all that gold," he said dreamily.

"Yes, I can just see it flying out the window to buy Ginny a high speed racing broomstick," George added.

"You had to shatter my dreams, didn't you?" Fred asked in mock sadness.

Katie smiled. "It was inevitable."

George glanced at Hermione. It did seem like dreams were meant to be broken. She looked happy, anyway, laughing with Harry and Ron. They would probably have a compartment to their selves on the train. George wasn't sure if he felt comfortable approaching either Hermione or Ron. Their argument had never really been resolved. Ron ignored him when he tried to apologize or even speak to him.

"George?" Katie questioned, interrupting his thoughts. "What are you thinking about?"

"Hermione," he answered quietly.

Katie sighed. "Why don't you just forget about her? She's playing you for a fool as it is." She tried to make eye contact with him. "After today you never have to see her again."

He nodded. "I know. I know that." He was startled as Hermione, Harry, and Ron abruptly rose from the table and walked past him. Harry and Hermione smiled, while Ron simply glared at him. George didn't bother to apologize, though. He was sick of his words falling on deaf ears. It was odd that Ron had been sneaking around in the Invisibility Cloak long enough to see them kissing, but not long enough to see that Hermione had been the instigator. George sighed. He knew he'd get back on terms with his brother. Eventually.

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"I'll send you an owl with my dad's answer, okay? As soon as I get home, I'll ask him."

"Yeah, okay," George replied.

Katie hugged him tightly. "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm always here," she said. George thought she sounded a bit odd, and when she pulled away, he saw that she was crying.

He smiled at her, raising an eyebrow. "So you are just all soft in there?" he teased.

She dried her eyes roughly with the back of her hand. "Shut up. I don't...usually get this choked up about things."

"Katie! Over here, Kate!"

George turned around and spotted a pair wizards rushing toward her. "Those are your parents?"

Katie nodded and said, "Mum, Dad, this is George Weasley. We've been on the same Quidditch team for six years now." She stood there beaming as they all shook hands. "Well, we'd better go. Bye, George."

She started to walk away, but he went after her. "Katie." He caught her hand and kissed her cheek softly. "See you soon."

Katie nodded. "Yeah, see you."

He stared after her and waited for his parents. When Hermione came up beside him, he turned to look at her. "George, we're all right, aren't we?"

"Yeah," he agreed. "We're all right." He took a deep breath. "Hermione, will I see you again?"

She turned away from her parents who were quickly approaching. "I hope so, George." And with that, she was gone.

He took out a piece of parchment and picked up a pen off the ground. After licking the end to start the ink flowing again, he knelt down on the pavement and wrote the words: Job/joke shop in Diagon Alley next year--Hermione. DON'T FORGET HER. Smiling, he stuffed the paper into his pocket and ran to catch up with the rest of his family.

THE END