Chapter 1: The Engagement

It was a rather quiet day, solemn and fierce, Dumbledore was dead and there was little that anyone could say or do to get around this idea. The little boys that once ran ramped trying to pocket small items in the corner with their pudgy fingers now held close to their mothers' side, they however, had little choice in the matter. It was summer still, the weather was hot and the humidity was high leaving things wet that were not meant to be wet. A woman walked into the liveliest store within Diagon Alley, none other then Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. George was in the back setting up the new smoke bombs, a modified version of the old, while Fred stood behind the counter yawning.

The woman who had walked in looked about eighteen or nineteen, around that age range, her long white nails encased a love potion, potent, it had become quite popular. Fred had just noticed this new presence among him and smiled, "Need anything?" He half yelled, leaning across the counter in a rather relaxed fashion infixed on her pale green eyes if for just a moment. It was rare to see someone come in alone, whether it be a middle aged man or a girl in her late teens.

"Just browsing about," she said turning back to the potion that she placed with precision back on the stand. "Hmm," she sighed looking as though she were studying him, a bit uncomfortable but the attention didn't necessarily go unwanted. She pulled back a tuff of her jet black locks behind her ear before Fred managed to get a word in.

"Hmm," he mimicked then as if in an afterthought, he asked with trying innocence that was absolutely priceless, "What are you doing my dear?" He got up from the counter, his back straightened and he slid out from behind the counter awaiting a response.

"You're Fred aren't you?" She asked pointedly, her eyes still continued to study him like they had done prior to his question.

"Lucky guess," he said with a grin, shrugging it off before his brother came into view out of the way of the cluttered isles. "And this is George, logical enough…" he trailed off leading his twin into the conversation.

"Yep, that would indeed be me," he said with sarcastic modesty, primping his purple robes in exaggerated gestures. "And you?" He asked with mild interest, they had been so social with all the customers sincere interest drained from sight a while back.

"You really wish to know?" She asked, though somewhat rhetorically, she had a tendency to do such. "Sara, Sara Cross," she sighed. Fred and George nodded in understanding and George looked as though he wanted to leave, already bored of the conversation.

"Right then, don't mean to be rude but I have a date with Katie," he said with a smirk then added tapping his brother on the shoulder, "And you with Angelina, eh?" He asked as if trying to jolt back sense into Fred who seemed very content to stay.

"Wha.. oh yeah," he said yawning in-between his sentence, he hadn't been sleeping well lately. "Hey kid!" He screamed gesturing for the boy in the far corner to leave, he was the only one left, alongside his mother who was still trying to pry him from the candies. The kid's eyes widened as he remembered the remark one of the two twins had made before and reluctantly followed after his mother, who was flushing with sheer embarrassment. "Sorry, think you're going to have to leave as well," he sighed looking at the clock in the far corner of the store.

"I see," she said feeling a bit out of place, her pale cheeks flushed. She smiled slightly, still eyeing Fred and a polite smile to George. George opened the door as if to court both his brother and the girl whom both obliged. "Well, it was nice to meet the two of you," she said in a sort of finality. "I hope to see you again soon." She turned around, looking as though she was heading down to Knockturn but neither took much notice, they were going to be late, the last thing they needed right now was to upset the two girls further then they were already.

"Alright then, where was it we were supposed to meet 'em anyways?" Fred asked with a look of confusion drawn upon his face.

"Not a clue," replied George scratches his head, locking up the shop with his free hand. Fred looked worried and George struggled to provide an answer, "Wait then, just wait," he thought for a moment, "It was, that place, yeah, with the umm…" He laughed nervously for a moment.

"Knew you'd forget," replied Angelina with a smile, caressing Fred's cheek, a smile ever standing. She looked well in crimson red robes that framed her body quite nicely. "Why not stay," she said softly, seeing their work attire.

"Where's Katie?" George inquired in mild confusion, it seemed that Angelina had walked the streets alone.

"She decided not to come, she wished you to dine with her parents, her father flew in for the weekend," she replied, trying to keep a smile away from her face.

"Oh great," said George in a small voice, "Ya know, it isn't the right time to walk down the streets alone," he continued trying to avoid the thought of meeting Katie's father.

"He has a good point," said Fred who honestly could not be more carefree at the moment. "Better get going then," he replied trying hard not to laugh. George looked as though he had been beaten over the head with as stick by his own flesh and blood, sulking off with his broom in hand.

"Why the glum face?" She asked Fred, referring of course to George.

"Well, all the wedding and such, we were going to propose to the two of you this evening…" as he said this Angelina's eyes widened. "But, seeing as he is meeting her father and such, it leaves for a rather awkward environment." For a moment Angelina looked furious, as if he had just forgotten the topic of marriage but it turned quickly to a grin as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be… no was, a ring box. "Angelina, will you marry me?" He asked, knowing her response.

"Yes!" She cried after he had placed it on her finger and jumped into his arms, squeezing him tight, she had loved him dearly since the day the twins rebelled from Umbridge, her true night and shining armor.

A fake smile played across Fred's face, he liked Angelina, but love? They didn't know one another all that well, distance was fierce after school and it was hardly more then a school boy crush when they accompanied one another to the Yule Ball. But George, see, know he was a man in love, and they had talked about a double wedding, he didn't know what root to take in the matter.

"Marriage," she replied, a smile showing off her white teeth, a spark in her eye that wouldn't go out. "I love you Fred," she sighed, kissing him gently on the lips, he hesitantly kissed her back. "What's wrong?" she asked not knowing what to think of his reaction.

"Nothing," he replied softly, "I'm tired, it's been a long day, pick this up in the morning?" He asked nervous of her reaction. Her eyes narrowed and her brow rose but she realized the sincerity in his voice.

"Fine," she replied slightly disappointed, though letting it show immensely, on the night of his proposal, a day she had waited for her entire life, no romantic dinner, no party, just left in the cold on the street corner while he goes back to sleeping on the flat of the store awaiting George's news of Katie, such the romantic, she was angry but she would let it pass. He wasn't necessarily the romantic type. As he opened the door to the shop she relaxed as he offered her some floo powder trying not to be too disappointed in his behavior.

She disappeared in a puff after shouting out the name to her own home, truly Fred was exhausted. He fell face first onto the lumpy mattress he called a bed and was deep in sleep by the time George returned home.