A/N: This is written for the "Kissing in the Rain" Challenge. Hope you enjoy R&R!
Angelina Johnson sat slightly away from the crowd. Staring into the cup of butterbeer she was clutching in her hand. She should be happy. It was the first annivercery of the Final Battle. They had all gathered at the Burrow to celebrate. She hadn't wanted to come. But she had been dragged along. She sighed deeply. As she often did, she was thinking about Fred. She had loved him. He was sweet and kind and funny. He was the guy she could see herself marrying. But as they fought in the battle he had been killed.
She remembered the moment clearly. She had come into the Great Hall and seen the lines of dead bodies. Her stomach was tight as she walked towards where the Weasley were crowded around. As she looked down at the body she opened her mouth the scream, but her voice seemed to have left her. Instead she had fallen to her knees beside him, put her head onto his cold chest and cried.
And now, one year later she was doing something utterly unforgivable. And yet she couldn't stop herself, even though she knew it was wrong. She was falling for his twin. Tears splashed into her cup. She watched the ripples they left. She supposed she should get up and socialize. Someone would notice her here eventually and she didn't want them to find her bawling her eyes out. Dragging her hand across her wet eyes she went to stand up, but she heard the voice that nearly ripped her heart in two.
"Angelina," George said lightly putting his hand on her shoulder. Why did her have to touch her? It was hard enough to resist him when he was on the other side of the room. She looked up at him. He looked concerned. Her eyes brimmed with tears.
"I can't," she whispered shaking her head. "I can't George." Shrugging his hand off, she left him standing there. Pushing her way through the crowd she hurriedly headed towards the door.
Typically, it was raining outside. She had bought an umbrella but that was inside, and she couldn't bear going back in there. Not looking back, she started to walk into the night. She was drenched within seconds. Stopping, she started up at the sky.
"Can't you not going to give me a break?" She screamed. She sat down on the wet grass, pulling her legs to her chest and hugging them tightly. Mud stuck to her clothes. Tears mixed with rain fell to the ground. She heard someone walking over to her. Briefly she considered standing up. But she was too miserable to care. Burying her head in her knees, she waited.
"He'd want us to be happy." It wasn't the voice she'd wanted to hear. She rolled her head to the side so she could look up at him.
"But you're his brother. It just seems wrong." he leaned down and took her hands in his.
"He loved you," he murmured, tightening his grip on her hand as she whimpered. George continued softly, "And so do I. He'd want you to be happy, and together we can be happy." He pulled her to her feet. They both stood there a moment before George said in barely a whisper.
"Will you give me a chance?"
Angelina didn't think. She threw herself at him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she pressed her lips firmly against his. Something she had wanted to do for so long. She felt his arms around her back picking her up from the ground. The rain continued to fall steadily around them, but neither cared. They could've stayed there suspended in time forever. But Angelina felt her feet touching the ground again, and George's lips leaving hers.
"Was that a yes?" He asked, moving a strand of her wet hair from her face. She smiled for what felt like the first time in months.
"How could I say no?" She said, leaning in and kissing him softly.
