** I own nothing but a few ideas and thoughts that were in my head and needed to get out**

We arrived at my flat and I made some tea. He doesn't say much. He tells me that he has always meant to come by and visit me but with the store and then the war it made it hard to get here. I told him that I was glad that he decided to stop by because I really didn't think he should be alone at a time like this. He agreed. I gave him a pillow and a blanket and made up the couch for him.

"Hey Ang," he said before I left the room.

"Yes", I said.

"Can you tuck me in?", he let out a forced chuckle.

I turned around and said "No you silly goose, do I look like your mum; Goodnight George." I entered into my room and sat on the bed. I never paid any attention to the picture on my nightstand until now. It was a picture that George, Fred and I took during our sixth year on one of our trips to Hogsmeade. I remember that was the day that they accompanied me to find my dress for the Yule Ball. Fred had asked me and we entered together but that night I ended up dancing all night with George as if it were planned that way. It really didn't matter because they were both my friends and we always had fun together. Before I knew it I caught myself in a silent cry. My best mate was gone and my friend was broken. How would we make it?

That night when I finally got to sleep I started to dream. I was back at Hogwarts during the war and I was being tortured and out of nowhere Fred shows up and stops them. Then right before my eyes the explosion erupted and I screamed out Fred's name but it was too late. I must have been screaming in my sleep because I awoke to George standing over me calling my name. "Ang are you ok" he said with a concerned look on his face.

I came too and answered "Yes, I was just having a bad dream. I am sorry if I woke you."

"You didn't wake me, I was still up." He said.

"George, you need to get some sleep before you make yourself sick."

"I have tried, but all I can see is him lying there not moving, not saying anything. I can't I just can't" he started to cry and I just held him in my arms. We lay there and I stroked his hair until he fell asleep. There was no use of trying to get him back to the couch so I just laid my head on his chest and went to sleep.

The next morning I awoke to him with his arms around me. This was probably the most sleep that either of us has had in weeks. I debated on whether to wake him or just go back to sleep. "I thought I was holding Ron's teddy bear.'' He said.

"I think I am a might bit better looking than that mangy old thing."

"Yes you do Ang. I agree with you on that."

"So, did you sleep well?"

"Let me think, I feel asleep in the arms of a beautiful woman and woke up with that same beautiful woman in my arms, I think I slept pretty good."

"Well your welcome. Since I helped you now maybe you can do me a service and cook breakfast."

"Ok but, don't be surprised if some of it is burnt."

"I guess I will just have to take that chance."

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After about a month of him sticking around my place I asked him if he was ready to go back to his flat. Although I didn't mind him hanging around but I felt this was something that he had to do so that he could reopen the joke shop and keep their dream alive. At first he was hesitant but then after much thought and consideration he decided that it was time for him to face reality. We went over and entered through the store which by now the dust was covering all of the great inventions that the two of them had come up with. We went through a secret passageway and then we were at the flat above the store. "Please excuse the mess it hasn't been lived in for quite some time."

I was expecting the place to look like a tornado had hit it but surprisingly there were a few shirts here and there and a plate or two left in the sink. It was in bad need of dusting. I went and picked up the shirts that were on the floor and he entered his bedroom. Which I figured that he had to be coming here for some clothing seeing as how he wasn't sulking in the same clothes that he arrived in. I swept the floor will he dusted a little. Then he stopped and stared at a picture of he and Fred laughing the day they open up the store. He choked up a little but somehow managed to swallow it back and then he just continued to do what he was doing.

He had a nice spacious three bedroom flat above the store. But considering how big the store was it would have been a disappointment if it were small. "George, you know school will be starting back after a while, so do you think you will have the shop back open by then?" I asked not knowing what kind of answer I would get.

"I haven't really thought about it." That was all I could get out of him at the time. He changed the subject. I left it at that and didn't want to pry. As the days went by little by little I would talk him into a little cleaning of the store until it was bright and shiny and new looking. We spent a lot of time together. I mean we use to spend a lot of time together when we were in school but this is different, not because of Fred's death but because there seems to be something more between us now.

July rolled around and I finally talked George into opening the store. The first day was like a mad house. He had hired Ron who was trying to bide his time and earn some money so that he could have his own flat by the time Hermione got back from school. Then he really wasn't all that interested in a job at the ministry just yet. He said he wanted to be a teenager for a little while longer. I worked there as George's assistant manager. We finally closed and the last customer left. We went to the office and balanced the books. I was almost too tired to apparate home. Oh I was so happy to see my bed. What a beautiful bed. I awoke to a loud crash. I jumped up and grabbed my wand and went into the living room to find George standing over my vase with a broom. Looking at me as to say sorry with his eyes.

"George I thought you would be at your place tonight?"

"Well Ang I tried and I just couldn't do it. I came to ask you a serious question?"

"Yes, George?"

"Would you consider being my roommate?" I was shocked. I didn't know what to say and think he knew it. "I figure we are two people who could really use each other's company right now. To be perfectly honest I don't think you want to live her by yourself any more than I want to be by myself. This way you won't be late for work." He said that last part with a little sneaky grin. As though to say 'I got you hook line and sinker', but he was right we both have slept a lot better since that first night when we comforted each other. I haven't had any bad dreams since I started using him as my red hair teddy bear.

"What the hell," I said, "that will save me some money on rent."