A/N: Whoops! Haha this was in the wrong language category. Sorry.
George sat amidst the rubble of the battle wiping away his tears of his dirty face. Sniffing, he absent-mindedly crushed a rock with his foot. He heard footsteps and someone sit beside him.
"You know I miss him too," Angelina whispered "I love him, too." He slowly looked up at her and studied her face. She hadn't changed at lot since he'd last seen her. Her face was coated in dust and ashes. Her brown eyes were red and tired but what caught his attention was a scar that ran across her face. It was a deep gash that started at her eyebrow and went diagonally to the corner of her lip. "What happened to you?" he asked as he carefully lifted his hand and traced her scar gently. She winced but didn't say anything. "What happened to you?" he repeated.
"George if you haven't noticed we've just fought a war," she said. The corners of his mouth twitched. "Oh ha ha but how did this happen?" he said now stroking her face. He was getting a tingling feeling deep inside of him but he didn't know why.
"I was fighting Dolohov and Fenrir Greyback came up and scratched me."
"Greyback? That wretched werewolf that scratched up Bill?" George asked bewildered. She nodded. He sighed and his hand wandered to her hair. He ran his fingers through it and assumed she must have used Sleakeazy's Hair Potion on it. "How are you feeling? Should I leave? Should I be scared you might bite my head off?" he chuckled. She buried her face in her hands, "I knew if I told someone they'd say something like that. I should have never told you. Now you think of me as some beast."
"No, no, no! I take that back, Angie! I was just messing with you. I'm sorry," George said. She picked her head up. "Yeah now I look as ugly as hell," she replied sourly. "No I think you look beautiful-Er- nice." he replied. She looked at him as if she'd never seen anything like him before. "You really think so?" He nodded slowly. Angelina sat up straight and George noticed how uncomfortably close they were. That tingling feeling kept bothering him but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. "George you're really nice. If it was Fred he would've just insulted me and laughed. I'd be lucky if I got an apology from - oh I'm sorry George. I was being an inconsiderate wart talking about your brother like..." her voice trailed off.
His eyes were wet once more. He looked away from her and tried to hide his tears. George felt her put a hand under his chin and turn his face towards her. "I'm really truly sorry about everything," her face was an inch from his and he could feel her breath on his face. The tingling sensation now spread through his whole body. "You've got to know I loved him too. That I miss Fred. George you're not the only one. I'll always be here for you." And with that said he leaned and pushed his lips against hers.
They pulled away at the same time. "That was-"
"Er"
"Cool"
"Listen George you're not Fred," she blurted and he felt as if she had slapped him in the face. He started pulling away from her but she grabbed his arm. "You're George. Fred is the reckless, ready to act, and spontaneous one. And I love that about him but you're the sensible, sweet thinker. And I love that about you." She gave him a hug. "You were his, though," he whispered hugging her back. "I know. But he wouldn't want us to be lonely. That's one thing you two have in common. You're both caring," Angelina answered. George smiled. I won't hurt her, Fred, he thought, she'll be safe with me. It's okay because we both know she was yours.