George walked to the graveyard with tears silently pouring down his face. His other half was gone. Dead. He felt empty. The spark was gone. Never to return again. He walked to his twin's headstome, and froze.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm so...sorry! I w-wish there w-was s-s-something I-I could do! I didn't m-mean for y-you to die! I just wanted to keep my family safe!"

Right beside the grave there was a blonde figure sobbing over his brother's grave.

Draco Malfoy.

He recovered from his shock, and backed away, not wanting to be seen.

"I can't believe it Freddie," he whispered; a fresh wave of tears cascading down his already tear-stained face. "He's here. He came."

Draco Malfoy had come after years of unwavering rivalry. After years of endless pranks and fights and snide comments sent both ways. He was now sobbing over Fred's grave. His cries were filled with guilt, grief, anguish. and remorse. George was astounded. He was touched. He was moved by the amount of courage shown by Malfoy, to come here and pay his respects. To come here and apologixe when no part of Fred''s death had been his fault.

"I-I thought y-you were funny!"

This was the part that shocked George the most. All that time he had though that the twins were funny? The little git had been too proud to admit that he thought his schoolboy enemies were funny. It all made sense the now. The split second jealous looks that Malfoy had given them from time to time. The way his lips twitched slightly every time they made a really funny joke.

The kid had been amused.

And yet, he still joined in the Slytherins' sneering every time he saw them. He still acted like he loathed every cell of their body.

He played his part very well.

George wondered if Draco Malfoy had been something more than just a bully. If it was trying to live up to his father's standard that had destroyed him.

Maybe he was more than what he seemed. If not, he certainly wouldn't be there today.

George started to walk away as Draco got up and lay flowers on the grave. It had been an eventful day.

17 years later...

"Dad, I want one!"

While reorganizing the shelves at Weasley Wizard Wheezes George heard an eager voice begging for something. He turned around to see a blonde haired boy pointing at a muggle hair pin, not unlike the one that he and Fred had used while rescuing Harry from the Dursleys many years ago.

The father smiled."Are you sure, Scorpius? You know that's for girls, right?"

"Absolutely!" said the boy excitedly. "I want to see what I can do with it!"

"Well...it's only one Sickle. So I guess we can get it, but don't lose it!"

The boy grinned. "Thanks Dad! You're the best! I'm going to find Mum now!"

The man nodded. "Be careful now."

"I will!"

He smiled. George walked up to him, and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and looked at me.

"Hey, Weasley," he said, smirking. "You're looking sharp today."

"Could say the same to you, Malfoy."

I gestured to the hairpin and whispered in his ear: "They're extremely useful you know."