"I just miss life being normal, Hermione. I miss Fred. I miss my friends. I miss playing quidditch and my biggest worry being a potions essay. I miss having a plan, I had a plan once, you know?"
She wiped her eyes, "Now I am just a blithering mess. An absolute blithering mess. I have no plans. Eventually George is going to meet someone and a kid sister tagging along is going to just get in the way. I'll be forty years old, working in his shop. God, Hermione, I have no idea what to do with my life. Four months ago I was going to be playing for the Harpies and thought I'd marry Harry and now... I'm kinda dating Draco Malfoy and beyond that I have no ideas. None at all."