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A/N: Hey, thanks for the reviews on my last chapter! They were all very awesome and encouraging. Angelina is coming soon, I promise! I'm just thickening the plot a bit for her. ;)
MatoakaWilde: Haha your review made me giggle at 1:20am! I don't know if that intentional or not though.
Chapter Two
The sun greeted George the next morning, he opened each eye slowly feeling around for Lana, his girlfriend. It's an odd feeling--being so afraid of needing someone, and the next morning or day only wanting to know they are there. To have the reassurance that they are there. But she wasn't there and there was only a wrinkle in the peach colored sheets where she had lay. He sat up, put on his boxers and looked around. He caught the scent of coffee and followed it to the kitchen, where Lana sat her hair in a sloppy ponytail and she in a pair of his boxers and a tank top. She had on no bra and her small breasts moved slightly with every movement she made. He smiled, he could learn to love her--he would try.
After making love Lana had sighed and cuddled up inside of George's arms. She was like a little kid, always eager for sleep after anything prolonged and exhausting. He was thankful that he wouldn't have to eat her cooking. He'd told her he loved her more than anything in the mist of love making and she'd say, "I love you too George. I do."
But this morning she had a sad look in her eyes as she sat on the counter browsing a newspaper and sipping her coffee.
"Do you have one of those Daily Prophet things? I quite enjoy reading them."
Lana was a Muggle whom George had met on one of the nights he'd decided to frequent a Muggle pub. He enjoyed them because he wasn't George Weasley to the people--just a bloke with red hair and who could make everyone laugh. It was easy to find dates for the night, women felt comfortable around him and also sensed his loneliness more than the men. They were attracted to his broken quality, thought they could be the one to fix him.
Lana was sitting alone by the bar, and George had noticed she'd been nursing the same beer for over an hour. Her head was low and she looked a bit too young, and a bit too nice to be in such a place. She had on jeans, sensible shoes, and v-necked grey sweater.
"Would you mind the company?" He asked, sliding next to her and angering a pretty blond giving him the eye.
Lana looked up at him and he noticed her freckles, how pretty they looked on someone who didn't look at all like a Weasley. "Company would be nice."
They talked and by the time the bar was closing at 3am Lana had nursed quite a few beers and was giggly and telling George her life story. She was 19 and a student at some "incredibly pretentious art school full of fakes" she'd went to boarding school somewhere in the States. She asked George about himself and he answered vaguely, "I'm 21 and I went to something of a boarding school you could say. I own my own business."
"Oh, the Prophet? I haven't gotten one for the month yet but a batch of the Quibbler arrived at the shop if that'll do?"
Lana's eyes lit up, "even better. The Quibbler is so interesting I can't believe those things actually exist!"
George didn't feel like explaining that half of the "magical creatures" featured in the Quibbler didn't exist at all and opening up more questions from Lana. She was accepting of everything Magical--a bit like the Muggle version of his father, but it became tiring. He finally knew how Harry and Hermione must feel when Mr. Weasley asked them about toaster ovens.
"George" Said Lana, as he turned to get the paper.
"Yes?" He asked, somewhat exasperatedly.
Lana bit her lip and steadied herself, taking deep breaths. "Do I make you happy? I mean really happy or am I this annoying leach that you just put up with? I'm sorry if I'm being too forward, or adding to what bothers you about me but I really need to know."
George kissed her forehead. "You're absolutely wonderful. You're kind and artistic and you put up with me."
He saw in Lana's big blue eyes that she knew he was evading answering the question but she nodded anyway, going back to her coffee. George thought she looked just as lonely drinking that mug of coffee as she had sitting in that pub, nursing her beer.
He got dressed and in his anticipation of getting to the shop never brought herthe Quibbler. He didn't give Lana another thought as he left out the flat, and started his day.
Angelina is coming soon, I promise! I'm just thickening the plot a bit for her. ;)
