George Weasley was standing there with a dark-skinned woman beside him, Angelina Johnson now Weasley, Draco recognized. They didn't look hostile or even annoyed at seeing Hermione, or Draco for that matter, in fact they looked quite sheepish."Hello, little bookworm." George tried and after a few moments of silence, Hermione broke into smile again. Not that big but relieved one, it seemed. She un-wrapped her arms from Draco and went closer to greet them.It was awkward giving George a hug, Hermione thought. She felt such relief when she saw no harm in his eyes, no anger intended towards her. It was refreshing. George even nodded and offered small smile to Draco who in return did the same except the smile. Angelina was lovely, asking Hermione questions about nothing that could make this conversation uncomfortable or provoking. Hermione was thankful but she knew that it was inevitable."H-Hermione, I'm really sorry." George said, his voice wavering a bit as if he was about to cry. "I don't understand where everything went wrong, I-I never imagined that my own b-brother would..." He lowered his eyes in shame, his guilt sitting heavy on his shoulders."George, it's not your fault. There are so many thing that you didn't- don't even know. How could you..." Hermione smiled sadly, her hand on his shoulder, a reassuring touch. "You were off with your beautiful wife, healing and that's what's important."