After dinner and the movie Aalina got up from her spot on the couch next to George and headed to the kitchen to clean up. Things would have gone a lot quicker if she would just use her magic to clean things, but that was the funny thing. Since Fred passed away she'd found herself doing things the muggle way. There's nothing wrong with that, it was kind of her way to be alone and think about things.

Her heart wrenched every time she thought about things involving him to hard. But when his brother was there and they'd just had dinner and watched a movie, that happen to be one of Fred's favorites; though he wasn't into watching muggle movies period, Aalina couldn't help but think about him. Something she needed stop doing. He wasn't coming back, he was gone, and it was time for her to move on. Something he would want her to do.

So when she finished the few dishes she and George had dirtied up she walked into the living room and smiled at him. "I'm going to take a shower. But you're welcome to uh do as you please." She smiled at him then walked off towards the bathroom to take a shower. Hoping to calm her nerves, this was just what she needed, something to calm her nerves. She walked into her bathroom and turned on the water, then stepped in and let the water run over her body and wash everything away.

George ran his hand through his hair and nodded towards Aalina while he watched the beautiful girl his twin was supposed to be getting married to walk off to take a shower. His mind was never going to be able to get off of her now. He'd always been fond of her. Thought she was prettier than most, found her kind of funny. And had always wondered why she'd picked Fred over him, but it hadn't really bugged him. Since Fred and Aalina had always been happy. Though now Fred was gone, and George was going to show her that moving on was okay. He didn't know how well she would go along with him, but he was going to try, because this was going to help him and her both.

He made his way up to her room, knowing she was still in the shower, since he heard the water running, and then he walked into her room. It was a bit bigger than he thought, but that wasn't important. He looked around her room, and smiled, and tears pricked his eyes as he saw all the things she had of Fred's in a box, seeing as Aalina'd bought a flat of her own after Fred died so she wouldn't have to stay in the one they were sharing.

He was so caught up in the box though that he hadn't even noticed she'd walked in and was naked; well other than the towel.

"Well this is pleasant." Aalina said biting her lip when she walked into her room and saw George in there looking at Fred's things.

"I'm just going to get dressed in the bathroom." She whispered and walked over to her dresser to get some clean clothes. This wasn't much since she didn't sleep in the whole shebang as some people did, so when she returned to her room after dressing, she was in some panties and a small silk nightgown.

"Wow." Was all George could get out when she got back as he walked over to her.

Aalina just brushed it off and walked over to where he was, biting her lip when she also looked at the box. Everything in the box were the things she'd wanted to keep, and of course Molly graciously agreed, Aalina was like a daughter to her, and the woman would give her anything that would be helpful to Aalina moving on and getting better.

George wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to her head. He had no idea what to say really. And the bad thing was while she was in the shower he'd came up with all the right things to say, they were all gone now that she was next to him. He held her close to him and rubbed her back then kissed her cheek, and without thinking he pressed his lips to hers softly.

Aalina didn't pull away either. She actually deepened the kiss a bit enjoying being so close to someone again. Having someone hold her, kiss her, make her feel pretty again. Something she hadn't felt in such a long time that she'd forgotten what it was really like to feel how she did right in the moment.

George slowly walked with her still in his arms to her bed and straddled her with his lips still connected to hers. He slipped his hands over her body slowly getting down to her thighs. Then he gently slid his hands up her thighs rubbing them, clearly not thinking straight about what they were doing. Though she still hadn't pushed him off, or told him to stop. So he wasn't going to, not unless she told him to.