(None of the characters are mine- as much as I wish they were, they belong to J.K Rowling. Feedback much appreciated!)
"George?" Angelina asked quietly as she slowly pushed open the creaky door of the flat- the flat which she would have usually just walked into without asking- but that didn't feel right now. "George?" she asked again, louder this time.
"What?" she heard a voice angrily say from somewhere- she moved towards the bedroom and pushed open the door.
George was yet again sitting at the window, staring out blankly at the people walking on the cobbled streets below. He didn't even glance up and look at her.
Nothing meant anything now. Now that his brother- half of his soul was gone. He felt selfish- selfish that he was here whilst his brother was not. Whilst his brother had been murdered. Cruelly murdered. George punched his fist against the side of the window- not realising it would hurt as much as it had done.
Ange hurried across the room- "Oh, Georgie- why did you do that?" she started, moving forward to inspect his hand, when suddenly he lashed out at her. "Don't touch me! Just go away…. Why the hell are you even here again Angelina?" he snapped at her nastily. She put her head down- embarrassed by his behaviour towards her.
"I just… I just wanted to see if you were okay, George. But obviously, that's too much for you to handle right now… four months on! George…" she said, looking him straight in the eyes now. He just didn't seem to be responsive- or care.
"It's been four months! Do you really, really think that Fred would want this for you? Sitting here, day in day out and doing nothing- your shop is going to crap. Lee and Dean can't cope with it by themselves, as much as they're trying. They need you. I go to Quidditch day in- day out- but I still cope! I have to cope- I have a career and so do you! George, we're friends- good friends. I need you to talk to me. I need you to…" George cried out- as though he were in pain. Ange hesitantly approached him, he swivelled his legs around, making room for her to sit down on the window ledge next to him.
She hesitantly sat down- dumping her handbag on the floor nearby and crossing her legs. She pulled George round to face her- "I'm here for you. You know that, right?" He nodded weakly before standing up- he put his hands through his hair and then covered his eyes, breathing out deeply. "I do know that. I do" he said honestly, putting his hands by his sides and looking at Angelina again.
Ange was beautiful, sat there like that- looking up to him with her beautiful, big brown eyes. The way the light from outside made her look like she was glowing- her lustrous brown hair falling past her shoulders in curls. He'd always loved her- always. Yes, he had been extremely jealous when she'd gone out with Fred instead- but he'd still loved her then. And he always would.
She shook her head and frowned slightly at him- "Oh, Georgie. What am I going to do with you?" she said exasperatedly, her frown turning into a smirk.
It was from that moment on that Ange became a much more solid part of George's life- she at least tried to help him with the flat, with his cooking, which he was suprisingly good at, which had shocked her- Fred had been rubbish at cooking- making sure he was going down to the shop at least once a week- making sure he was occupied. It was all progress- a foot in the right direction for him.
One day, Ange was sat on the floor of George's room, looking through an old photo album; she brushed away a tear from her cheek as she looked at a picture of her and the twins after a Quidditch match- it brought back such good memories.
She sighed as she flicked through more pictures, mostly of Fred. She'd loved him, he was an amazing guy, the best boyfriend- but… she had never been in love with him- whenever they'd kissed, touched- she didn't feel anything, but she had never told him that. It would have broken his heart completely. They split just before he had died. It had been entirely mutual, she was glad that there were no hard feelings between them before his death- it would have broken her heart if they had fallen out and then that had happened to him.
Suddenly she felt another presence in the room. She quickly shut the album and turned around, seeing George approach. She smiled at him- she even felt a little… flustered.
"I… can we go outside, Ange?" George asked- she nodded and stood up, they both went downstairs and out onto Diagon Alley.
Over the past few months, something had… something had happened. She'd completely and utterly realised her love for George- she was in love with him. He was never out of her thoughts- ever. She pushed some curls from her face and tucked them behind her ear. She quickly turned- "Umm… let's go check out the…" she started
George watched her intently following her down the street, suddenly pulling her round slightly to face him.
"Angelina… I… I can't take this anymore" Ange's face instantly creased with worry for him- "George, what do you mean?" she asked him hesitantly, holding onto his hand, hoping that he was okay. Suddenly, he leaned forward and kissed her softly before pulling back and looking into her slightly shocked eyes. Where had that come from? She definitely hadn't minded though.
"I… I had to do that. I had to…. I love you, Angel…. I always have…" he said quietly, she could see him going red as he looked away- as though it had taken a lot of courage for him to come out with that. She smiled lovingly and moved his head gently so that he was looking into her eyes.
"George Weasley… I've been waiting for that" she told him honestly, before moving forward and kissing him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and then teasingly pulling back. "I love you too" she said, looking into his eyes intently and kissing his cheek.
He suddenly moved forward quickly- wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionately. "Good" he whispered- his heart melting with love for the woman in his arms. Ange complied- she'd never felt like this before, so passionate, so loving. She kissed him back just as passionately- suddenly realising that they were stood out in the street.
"I think we should go inside" she said quietly- laughing at the looks that they were getting- he nodded and they practically ran back up to his flat. Once they were inside and the door was closed- he pulled her into his arms and swept her up off of her feet. "How about we… go to the bedroom?" he asked her quietly- she smiled and whispered in his ear- "Of course. I would love that" she giggled as he carried her through into his bedroom, kicking the bedroom door shut behind them.