a/n: Thanks for all the reviews. I don't own HP and the lyrics in this chapter are from the song recognition by susie suh.

We are just shadows
Crawling through this micro alley

George took the long way home after his breakfast with Hermione. Part of him wished he had agreed to go with her and the other part was happy he didn't. He wasn't ready to face his family. Sighing, he spied a small café across the street. It must have been new because he couldn't remember seeing it before. Hermione would love a place like this, he mused as he stared into the window. He was about to turn and leave when something caught his eye.

No. It couldn't be. There, before his eyes, sat Ginny with none other then Draco Malfoy. What in the world was she doing with him when she was married to Harry Potter? He had half the nerve to march right in there… What was he thinking? Ginny is a grown woman. If this is what she chose to do then this is what she chose to do. Shaking his head, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, turned, and walked away. He had been away too long.

But I am hungry for your love
And I am starving for a better time

"Hermione!!!" Ginny shouted, stepping out of the fire place after her. "You're here?"

"Why wouldn't I be here?" Hermione asked, embracing her friend. "I said I was coming. Where's Harry?"

"He got here before me. I had some things to clear up before I got here. Mom's going to be sooooo happy to see you," Ginny said pulling her out to the back. "It's all she has been talking about…you know. She even mentioned George. All she needed was for him to come home and it would be just right."

Hermione paused slightly at the mention of George. She had tried fruitlessly to get him to come today but the man was more stubborn then a mule. He'll come when he is ready, she thought to herself. Her eyes landed on Mrs. Weasley. She just hoped he could get ready fast. She smiled as the older woman pulled her into a deep hug. Mr. Weasley kissed her on the cheek and told her she got more beautiful each time he saw her causing Mrs. Weasley to whack him behind the head.

"She remembers she's a witch," A voice cried behind her. She was halfway turned when another voice spoke. "But can she remember how to fly?" Before she could even dignify that with a response she was hoisted up in the air, screaming on top of her lungs.

"Harry and Ron, I'm going to kill you," she screamed when they caught her and put her down. "You have to catch us first," Ron shouted, dashing away.

She put her hands on her hips. "And why aren't you running?" she asked Harry who was standing before her and grinning like a Siamese cat wiggling his eyebrows at her.

He moved closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. He walked with her this way, making her walk backwards, his forehead pressed to hers and his eyes staring into her. "So, I hear you asked about my honeymoon?"

"I was making sure Ginny brought you back in one piece," Hermione snorted, rolling her eyes.

"I think you should have asked Ginny if I brought her back in one piece," he smirked.

"Harry Potter let me go this instance and then go wash out your dirty mind," Hermione laughed, pulling from his grip.

"Now, don't be that way, Hermione. All you have to do is ask for a sample." He laughed, moving quickly away.

"A sample of what?" Ginny asked, walking over to Hermione as she watched Harry go join Ron.

"A sample of what you got during your honeymoon," Hermione said.

Ginny snorted and shook her head. "I don't know why he's bragging. He wouldn't be any good if I didn't show him what to do."

Hermione watched the other woman walk off wondering what was going on. She had never heard Ginny openly bash Harry.

But that's all we got here

That's all we know

"What going on with you and Harry?" Hermione asked Ginny as she helped her wash the dishes.

The girls had opted to wash them the regular way to get away from the noise outside. Not to mention Hermione felt it had been too long since she talked to Ginny.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" Ginny asked wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

"I don't know," Hermione said with a shrug. "You guys seem off and when did Harry get so cocky?"

"Did you just say cocky?" Ginny asked slightly shocked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Ok," Ginny said feeling Hermione's forehead like she had a temperature. "Who are you and where is Hermione?"

"I'm fine so stop avoiding my question," Hermione said as she swatted Ginny's hand away.

"We're fine and Harry has always been 'cocky'" Ginny said, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers. "Now, lets finish these dishes so we can get back to the all the fun."

That's all we've become
Our recognition

"So, I'm going to tell you something and you have to promise not to do anything or else I won't tell you," George said, pushing the food around on his plate.

"What is it, George?" Hermione chuckled.

"I saw Ginny the other day," he said.

"Oh my god, did you talk to her?" Hermione asked wondering why Ginny never mentioned it.

"She was a little preoccupied at the time," he said with a shrug.

"Oh…doing what?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows knitted together.

"Eating breakfast with Draco Malfoy," he mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

George cleared his throat. "I said, I saw her eating breakfast with…"

"I heard what you said I just wanted to make sure you heard what you said," Hermione interrupted him. "You sure you didn't get him mixed up with Harry?"

"Well, unless Harry decided to go blonde and get gray contacts I'm pretty sure I didn't mix them up," George said taking another bite.

"And you didn't go and say anything to her?" Hermione asked in disbelief.

"Oh, yes, that would of gone of well. 'Ginny, now I know you haven't seen me in five years but I was just passing by and happen to notice you sitting here with this slimy git who also happens not to be your husband, Harry Potter and I only know he is your husband because I have been seeing Hermione Granger for the pass few weeks and she let it slip you two had decided to tie the knot. So, would you mind telling me what you are doing here with this bloke?'" George rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I see that going over real well."

Hermione laughed at his facial expression. "Well, what day was it at least?"

"Sunday."

Hermione paused. "Sunday you say?"

"Yup, now eat your food before it gets cold," he said stealing a bite from her plate. "A very beautiful witch I know slaved all day in the kitchen to make this and I will not see any of it wasted."

That's all we've become
Our recognition

George took the long way home again. Partly cause he wanted some air to clear his head and partly because he hoped to see Ginny in the café again. Standing in front of the window of the café, he was disappointed to see she wasn't there. But Draco Malfoy was. He contemplated walking away but his brotherly instincts took over.

"Took you faster then I thought," Draco said to the figure standing over him. "Have a seat, George."

Yeah well we be walking in
Some kind of direction

Hermione knew she promised George but she couldn't help it. She bit her lip and stared down at the floo powder in her hands. She had to do this she knew it. "The Potter's."

"Ginny?" she called, stepping out of the fire place.

"No, but you got Harry," A pair of arms wrapped around her.

"Harry," she laughed. "Where's that wife of yours?"

"Beats me," he replied with a shrug.

"You don't know?" Hermione asked, disbelief in her voice.

"Contrary to common belief, she doesn't have to report back to me for every little thing she does as long as she comes home at night and makes me dinner is all I ask from her. Honestly, Hermione, you're more like Ron then you would like to admit."

"Harry James Potter, I can't believe you said that," she said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Ah, I was just kidding Mione," he tugged at one of her arms. "Now, go make me some tea like a good woman.

a/n: I have the best beta ever and please review tell me what you think