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"George come on you have to come to the funeral you can't miss it," Aimee came striding into the twins no it would just be George's room now. Her red hair curled around her face and a black dress hugging her curves.

"Aims don't worry I'm not going to miss it," he sighed sitting up in bed and looking around the sun washed room.

"Here," she handed him the suit and tie she'd picked out for him earlier. He took the garments and smiled at her slightly. "I'll be downstairs if you're not down in fifteen I'm coming to look for you,"

"yes mademoiselle " he teased causing her to roll her eyes but be happy that he was teasing with her. She made her way down stairs hugging each of the Weasley as she went; she got to Mrs. Weasley and whispered.

"He'll be down in a moment," Molly just gave the girl a watery smile.

"Thanks dear,"

Ten minutes later George made his way downstairs; unconsciously Aimee went forward and took his larger hand with her smaller one. She squeezed it lightly and smiled gently. "Ready," She whispered.

"As ready as I will ever be," he breathed. Holding on to her hand for dear life. The weasley family made their way to the edge of the property to a small gravesite. Fred would have wanted to be buried at the Burrow everyone knew that. All eyes were on the wooden casket that was sat on the ground next to the mound of fresh dirt.

She took a deep breath and tried to blink the tears away, she felt him grab her hand tighter and she squeezed back after that everything was a blur, tears ran down her face and the wind whipped around her head.

George watched the girl next her instead of watching his brother being put into the ground he noticed that her hand seemed to fit into his perfectly that her hair was a perfect shade of auburn and her eyes the clearest emerald green, he loved the feel of her hand in his and he wondered if maybe she liked his hand in hers also, he'd always had a crush on Amethyst Potter not that he ever thought he stood a chance with her. The Weasley family plus Hermione and Aimee made their way back to the Burrow.

"I have dinner ready so why don't we all sit down dears," Molly ushered them all to the table and set the food down on it. More food than the family could eat in a month.

They all ate but no one spoke the deathly quiet hung around the table. "Thanks for Dinner Molly but I think I'm going to sleep," Aimee smiled at the older women she looked at like a mother and left the table. She went to Charlie's room the one she was staying in at the moment she changed into her pjs and then she made her way into George's room her feet guiding her she sat in the middle of the bed and didn't have to wait long for him to show up.

"Aimee what are you doing here?" He stopped short in his doorway.

"I couldn't leave you alone tonight," she patted the bed and he cautiously made his way to it. Laying down she snuggled into his arms and they both drifted off to sleep.

A/N thanks for the review not really happy with this chapter hopefully I'll like the next one better please let me know what you think.