A/N: Hello All! Not much to say except that I'm back with the sequel to Stages. This story picks up sometime after the six week Honeymoon of George and Angelina. As always your feed back is muy apreciado. Pretty please review. Hugs and Kisses.

Part One

Paper

Hold the paper up to the light

(Some rays pass right through)

Expose yourself out there for a minute

(Some rays pass right through)

Paper-Talking Heads

By far Angelina and my favourite piece of furniture in the house is the bed, and not just because we have sex there. Our bed is our command central where we plan out our day, At night it's confessional where we bare our souls to each other It's where we laze about on Sundays having a cuppa, and reading the Daily Prophet cover to cover. From our bed we plan our future, and we promised each other to never go to bed angry at each other. All of our issues have to be resolved before our heads hit the pillow.

We've had some rows here and there nothing serious. We argue over silly things like not replacing the milk or whose turn it is to by ink and parchment. Mostly the shops keep us busy. We've been working like bees to get the Hogsmeade store up before Hogwarts starts. It's been harder now that Angelina is going to be teach Muggle studies. I can't believe I'm married to a Hogwart's Professor. If Fred where here right now he'd be laughing is head off.

I don't know how to feel about Angelina going back to work. I mean I'm not a cave man who expects his wife to be barefoot and pregnant, but I like having Angelina around, I miss having a constant companion. Angelina could never replace Fred, but when she's around things are easier and the voices in my heard are much quieter. I'll really miss having her round the shop, we're a great pair Angie and I, but running a joke shop was a dream of Fred and me, not Angelina's.

"Ugh." Angelina cries from the desk in our room. "I'm never going to finish this syllabus in time." She throws her quill down.

"Sure you will." I say my head buried in the wardrobe.

"I was mad to take this job, I can't be a Professor I'm too young, the students won't take me seriously."

"Are you kidding you'll be like the cool Professor." I say.

Angelina gets up comes over to the wardrobe and plucks out the shirt I've been searching for. "That's why I love you so much." She says. "You always know the right thing to say to me."

What a short memory she has, or maybe she's just chosen to forget all the nasty things I said to her when I was out of my mind on drugs. I guess she would have to or else we wouldn't be standing here today. It still feels like a dream sometimes, I just can't believe I'm married to her, happily married to her.

"I think I saw some gnomes in the garden yesterday.' Angelina says. "Merlin they move fast We've only just moved in." Angelina does the last button on my shirt for me.

"I'll get rid of them at the weekend the filthy little buggers." I say.

"Don't go soft on them either, I can't stand gnomes, I mean I'd like to walk in my back garden barefoot with out having to worry about stepping in their shit."

I laugh. It's still early in the morning and Angelina goes off to the kitchen to make breakfast while I go the bathroom to shave. It's weird to see so many feminine products in the bathroom, I swear they multiply each day. It takes Angelina forever to get ready for bed, she has this whole bloody routine, you'd think living with a woman would help you understand them more and not less.

"Godric (Angelina's owl) delivered a letter from Charlie he's made it back to Romania safely." Angelina says as I come into the kitchen.

"Good to know." I say stuffing a piece of toast into my mouth. "So the plan is I help you set up your office, and then I'm off to work on the shop, and later we meet for lunch in Diagon alley." I say. We sit at the table and eat our fry up. Its so nice having someone to share your life with.

"Yes, and if I get the time I'll come round and help you at the shop later in the day." Angelina says. "I can't believe how well sales are doing." She says. "The shop is all anyone can talk about, every time I turn on the wireless one of our ads is playing."

"Yeah The Daily Prophet called it a "real money spinner" I wish Fred was around to see all of it's glory. Neither of us speak for a minute. I never told Angelina about Fred appearing at our wedding, I've tried but something always stops me. Neither of us have brought up Fred for awhile, though I know he's been on both of our minds. I wish my brother could be here to see all of this to. Wizarding Wheezes wouldn't even be possible without him. I point my wand at the table and clean things up.

"Well I'd better get ready.' Angelina says finally. She scurries out of the kitchen.

It's weird being back at Hogwarts. I haven't been here since my brother died. It looks the same but feels different. Every where I look is a reminder of the war. The school will never feel like the same place for me again. I think as I follow Angelina to her office on the first floor. I'll never be able to step inside this place without feeling regret and an enormous loss. Why did Fred have to die?

"I'm still not used to this." Angelina says. She looks at the name plaque on her door. "Professor Weasley." She shakes her head "It's still just too bizarre."

"How's everything going Professor, you getting settled in?" Neville Longbottom asks standing in the door to Angelina's office. He's the new Herbology Professor.

"Come in, Angelina says with a waving motion, I think so, but it feels so weird that I'll be teaching students, especially since Muggle studies is now a compulsory subject."

"It was a hard decision to make, but Kingsley wanted to keep Muggle studies as compulsory. When Alecto Carrow taught the class her lies about what Muggles are like, and how they got their magic did a lot of damage to Muggle Wizard relations." Neville informs us.

"I'm just glad that Alecto is in Azkaban and she's not getting out for a long time." Angelina says. "Along with all the other scum that deserves to be there."

I don't have to ask who the "other scum" she's talking about. She still has nightmares about what Montague did to her.

"Kingsley reckons if the Wizarding world knows more about Muggles, and where they come from and how they live their day to day lives they'll be more understanding of them." Neville says. "Also there are a lot of Muggle born and half-blood students, and their parents that would feel more at ease, its hard for them to come into our world when none of us knows anything about theirs"

"My dad's over the moon." I say. "He thinks Kingsely the second coming of Merlin. He promoted my dad again, he's one of the senior most ranking members in the Ministry now." I can help but sound when I say it. For so long everyone thought my dad was a laughingstock, he was a real joke at the Ministry, but he always believed in the Ministry and I'm glad it's finally paid off for him.

"Good for your father." Neville says.

"How's Hannah doing?" Angelina asks.

"Some days are better than others, she still misses her mum a lot, but the Leaky Cauldron keeps her mind off things."

"I'm glad she's doing better, give her our love." Angelina says.

"I sure will" Neville looks at the clock on the wall. I'd better get going, I've got to give syllabus to Headmaster McGonagall."

"You're done? I'm still working on mines!" Angelina cries. "I hope Muggle Studies doesn't end up being one of the students least favourite classes."

"Naw you've still got Binns." I assure my wife. Neville laughs and leaves for his office.

Now that were alone Angelina looks searchingly into my face. "How are you feeling, it's not too hard being back is it?" She asks.

I shrug. I don't know how or what to say to her. Sometimes I still find it extremely hard to talk about Fred to anyone else. The pain of losing him still feels so fresh. Like a just picked scab. I'm trying my hardest but there are still days when I want to get wasted again, but I know if I do that I won't be able to stop. I'm an addict. It such an ugly word, but it's what and who I am.

Angelina strokes my hair. "He would have found this hysterical you know." She says.

"Yeah, Fred would have loved taking the piss out of you."

As if summoned by the words "taking the piss" Peeves drops from the ceiling and flips over a box of Angelina's quills., knocks a pile of neatly stacked papers to the floor, and breaks a bottle of ink. He twirls towards me and stop in front of my face.

"What's right in front of me? Who do I see? That one-eared ginger freak named Gerogie Weasley! One twin is no longer now isn't that sad, but Peevey's kept his word to 'em. Peevey's was bad, and gave that toad Umbridge all the hell he had! Peeves sings to me.

"Why Peeves that was oddly touching." Angelina says and blows him a kiss. She's had a soft spot for the poltergeist ever since he took part in driving Umbridge round the bend.

Peeves seems to go transparent and then sort of faints. I don't think a woman has ever blown him a kiss in his after-life.

"Be good to my wife Peeves." I say. He winks at me and then zooms out of the room.

Angelina points her wand at the jar of upended ink and returns it inside of it's glass jar.

"What am I going to do if I get students like you, Fred, and Lee."

"Aah don't forget to add yourself in there wifey." I say. "You were just a devious." I say.

"Was not." She says hands on hips.

"Were too, you might have been more studious than us, but you were just as devious as us." I remember many a nights Angelina would sneak out with us, or go down to the kitchen for a snack. The house-elves were the best card players and they could throw a party.

"Remember the time you went skinny dipping in the lake?"

"Only because you all dared me to." She says

"Of course we dared you, we all young and horny and fancied you like mad, we never thought you'd actually do it."

"I miss those days." She says softly.

I pull her into my arms. "I do too."

"Everything is changing, I mean Dumbledore is dead, and I'm actually sad that Snape is dead too."

"Who knew that Snape was really a hero."

"Dumbledore, and now he's gone, and Snape's gone and Fred is gone." She shakes her head. "Sometimes being back here makes everything harder, there are so many memories." She looks out the window staring seemingly at nothing. "I really want to put and end to all this blood class nonsense but I know I never will."

"You'll try your hardest." I say kissing her on the forehead.

"I will." She says sitting down behind her desk. I should finish up this syllabus and you should be getting to the shop, Verity will be needing a hand."

I look at my watch and realize that Angelina's right. There still a lot to do before we can open our second shop. "See at lunch." I say and give Angelina a lingering kiss. Before I leave Hogwarts I go to Gryffindor tower.

"Grindylow" I say to the fat lady, Angelina gave me the password. The picture swing open for me. I stand in the empty common room. It seems so much smaller now. All the days I spent here goofing around, pulling pranks and planning for the joke shop. How many times did I play exploding snap with Lee, Katie, Oliver, and Alicia in this common room. If these wall could talk.

I sit down in one of the arm chairs and it almost feels as if I'm still going to school here. Sometimes I have dreams about being back in school, but in my dreams I never go to class, I just always trying to get there. Sometimes Fred is there too. There's a commemorative plaque dedicated to Fred right by the piece of portable swamp we left before we hauled broom out of this place. It's still hard to believe that all Fred is to some people is a memory. I didn't want to come here and now I don't want to leave, but I do have a shop to run, and so I leave the grounds and apparate to my shop.

Verity is already there doing inventory and stocking the shelves.

"Sorry I'm late, had to see Angelina off to Hogwarts."

"Oh yeah how are things going for her?"

"Well she's nervous but that's to be expected."

It's only mid July but before you know it September 1st will have rolled around and school will be back in session. Verity and I work hard all through the morning and by lunch time I'm feeling knackered.

"Wow the two of you are really getting along." Angelina says looking around the shop. She's brought lunch with her and bends down to kiss me. "Are you hungry Verity?" Angelina ask. "I brought lunch for you too."

"Thank Merlin I'm completely famished."

"Do you like egg mayonnaise?"

"I love it." Verity says and Angelina hands her a sandwich. As we eat lunch we talk about our day and complain about the cost of floo powder, and what new music we like. Then Angelina and I apparate to the Diagon alley shop. Katie Davies nee Bell's good friend Leanne Warren is helping out at the Diagon alley shop. The place is packed as usual, and Leanne looks glad to see us.

"Its been completely mad in here." Leanne says. Angelina helps to get the long lines of customers down, but then she has to get back to Hogwarts. The shop keeps Leanne and so busy we don't have time for another break throughout the day. The shop stays busy right up until closing time. Both Angelina and I come home that night completely exhausted. Since neither of us feel like cook we have dinner we go the Leaky Cauldron and have dinner with Neville and Hanna. I wonder if the two of them will get married they seem pretty exclusive. Angelina informed me people get married to each other at a much younger age than in the Wizarding world than they do in the Muggle world.

Also divorce is something that isn't the done thing in the Wizarding world, I guess because for so long people have put such importance on blood purity and keeping the Wizarding line going. I can't imagine ever divorcing Angelina I want to stay married to her until were both too old to remember each other.

"You two are so cute together." Hannah says. "I don't care what people say."

Angelina looks up from her salad. "People are saying things about us?"

Hannah turns an uncomfortable shade of red. "Just mean people, jealous people really."

"Doesn't matter what they say." Neville puts in. People must be saying pretty nasty things if neither of them want to say what's being said about us, probably people we know. Possibly even people we thought we were friends with.

"You're right." Angelina says. "It doesn't matter what other people think, George and I love each other and that's all that matters. "Right honey."

"Right." I say but I still want to know what's being said and who's saying it, and I can tell by the look Angelina's trying to suppress that she wants to know just as well.