I walked into George's shop, to surprise him, but Verity said he'd been in his office for nearly an hour now. I knew that could only mean one thing: he was having some sort of talk with the portrait of Fred in his office….probably about me.
I snuck down the hall to his office and pulled out an extendable ear.
"I don't know what to do mate. I really like her and I'm pretty sure I love her but..."
"Ask her mate."
"But Freddie ..."
"Just do it."
"I- I don't even know how to put this but even though you're just a portrait you're still the only bloke that won't think...oh never mind. I feel weird about liking her. I mean she was your girlfriend even if it was almost seven years ago. It's sill weird. I feel like I'm just the other brother or the replacement or something. Gosh, I sound like a girl..."
"George?" I called entering his office, "I've been looking everywhere for you." I sighed. George was slumped in his chair staring at Fred's empty portrait. (Fred had gone – off in his Hogwarts portrait on "Memorial Wall" with the rest of the war heroes – probably when he heard my voice. He spent most of his time there – convincing Peeves to prank on unsuspecting students).
"Oh, Georgie..." I moved to sit on the desk, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong, Ang, it's just..." He hesitated, "I love you."
I bent down and kissed him, "And why is that a bad thing?"
"It's not that it's a bad thing it's just that...well you're if I steal feel a bit weird for taking my best mates girl."
I sighed. We've had many a conversation like this in the past two years since we started dating. "George, how many times do I have to tell you that I love you? You. And I only went out with Fred seventh year to ...well I fancied you and since it was seventh year I figured that dating Fred was almost the same as dating you since you're always together and..."
I stopped talking because he was on one knee. I stopped breathing. "Angelina Johnson, if I don't do this now ..." he shook his head, "Merlin I love you. Will you marry me?"
I did even look at the ring, but I assumed since the shop had always done well that the ring was very beautiful and very expensive. I took his face in my hands, murmuring yes between kisses. He slipped the ring on my finger without breaking our lips' contact. Merlin he's a good kisser.
We broke apart some time later – time always seemed to cease its existence when I was with George – because of clapping and catcalling. Fred had returned to his portrait in the office and was cheering.
George blushed while I just glared at Fred. Since meeting the twins nearly fifteen years ago, I began to expect something of the sort.
"Freddie, I –"
"Congratulations, mate." Fred was grinning.
I took this opportunity to look down at my ring. It was huge. At least three carats. I gasped, "George…it's beautiful."
I walked towards him (and Fred). Kissed my fiancé then flaunted my ring at his twin.
"Nice choice, mate," Fred stated, "But….when are you going to tell the clan?"
