George and Angelina
Angelina entered the Great Hall and the sight that met her eyes made her stop in her tracks; there were mourners clustered around bodies in every corner. It was only now that she understood the severity of the battle. She saw many people that she knew and realised that many of her friends must be dead or dying, but there was only one group that drew her eye; the Weasley family with only one twin still standing.
Angelina felt sick, but nevertheless she darted across the room to stand by the remaining twin. Molly was bent over the body with Arthur next to her holding her hand and Percy trying in vain to comfort her, Ginny was crying into Charlie's chest and Bill was standing next to Ron with one hand on his shoulder. The other twin was standing a little further apart; Angelina noticed the missing ear and she knew who was on the floor. All of them had looks of pure horror on their faces, except George who looked ready to murder.
Angelina faltered, she had never seen George look like that and she was a little scared. 'I am in Gryffindor,' she thought angrily and continued towards him. George had always been Angelina's favourite twin, but she had always been too shy to do anything when she was around him.
George saw her coming and his expression changed; Angelina wasn't sure whether she preferred the murderous look or the current helpless expression but she walked right up to George and hugged him trying to say as much in that one hug as she could. "Angie," George croaked, but that was all he was able to say.
Angelina led him away from the others to a small area devoid of dead bodies and sat down. George sat down next to her and laid his head on her shoulder, a second later Angelina could feel a slight wet patch form underneath George and she knew that he was crying. Angelina felt completely helpless; she wanted to comfort him but she didn't know how to, so she did what her mother did when her father died and sang. She sang gently and peacefully, but soon tears started to fall from her eyes too and it wasn't long before she had to stop singing.
At this point, George sat up straight again; he had stopped crying but his brown eyes were glistening. He pulled Angelina in and it was her turn to cry into him for a while. 'Stop crying, Angelina,' she thought. 'George needs you now.'
She forced herself to sit up and stop crying and she whispered to George, "It's gonna be okay, Georgie. Everything's going to be fine. I'm here. I'm still here, Charlie's still here, and Bill, Ron, Ginny, Percy, your mum and dad. We're all still here."
"Fred's not. Fred isn't here," croaked George. "Where's Fred, Angie?"
Angelina opened her mouth, but it was a while before any sound came out. "In here," she said, touching George's chest. Then she took his hand and put it on her heart. "And in here."
"You loved him didn't you? I forgot," he sighed.
Angelina shook her head, and for the first time in nine years she worked up the courage to say, "No George, I loved you. I still do, George, I love you. All this pain and devastation has made me realise that life's too short to wait. You have to live it, and I want to live it with you." Angelina felt as though a weight had been lifted off her chest.
George smiled, a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Angelina Johnson, I have been waiting for you to say that for several years." George and Angelina leaned in towards each other. Their foreheads touched, then their noses and finally their lips.