The next day dawned clear and bright, sunlight streaming through the window. Gabrielle stirred and rolled over on her back, and put her arms over her head. Fred's arms tightened around her waist and he sighed, eyelids fluttering open.

"Good Morning Sleepyhead," Gabrielle smiled and gave him a light kiss.

"Mmmmm, morning," Fred looked into her eyes and touched her cut. "Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"A little," Gabrielle admitted and her eyes went somewhere else, as if reliving the tragedy all over again. Fred sat up in bed and let Gabrielle put her head on his shoulder. He stroked her hair.

"Shhh,"

"I've never seen this side of you Fred,"

"What kind of side?" He reached over to grab his wand from the bedside table and opened the curtains, giving them a grand view of the rolling hills of the country.

"Oh, just not all funny and happy all the time. Softer, calmer, you know," She snuggled closer and looked out the window. It was so peaceful outside everything fresh and new and untouched. If only it was really this way.

"And that's a bad thing?" Fred joked nudging her. Gabrielle pulled the sheets up around her bare arms.

"No it's just different," She turned to him and gave him a slow, long kiss. When they parted, she got up and went to the adjoining bathroom. Hearing a loud moan behind her she turned around and started laughing.

"Gosh you can't stand one minute without me can you? I'm going to take a shower ok?"

"Can I come with you?" Fred asked, getting up out of bed.

"You can sit in there, but not in the shower, at least not this time," She laughed.

"I'll try again later then," Giving her a fake seductive look.

"Always keep pushing, geez!" Gabrielle laughed and ducked as a pillow can flying at her. They came downstairs around an hour later. It was already 11:30 a.m and everyone had already eaten the morning meal.

"Gosh, what have you been doing up there!" George asked, exasperated.

Fred began to open his mouth, but George cut him off.

"Never mind, I don't really want to know," Gabrielle started to laugh and you could see Ginny holding back a smile from across the kitchen.

"Where's mum?" Fred asked.

"Oh she's out with the chickens. I think she might choose them over us someday," George replied.

"That's nice to know," Ginny said sarcastically.

"We don't need your input little sister,"

"Thanks George, really appreciate that," Ginny began to put bacon on the stove and to crack some eggs in a bowl.

"Here let me help you Ginny, you've already eaten, you don't need to make our breakfast," Gabrielle hurried over to assist one of her good friends.

"Oh, I don't mind. Keeps other things off my mind you know," She stated simply, eyes downcast. Gabrielle could see tears pooling in her eyes. She put her arms around the poor girl, comforting her without the need of words. Then she began to scramble the eggs. The late breakfast turned out to be more than eating food. Mrs. Weasley went out to go shopping since Angelina was due anytime today. George, Ginny, Fred and Gabrielle started a food fight, eggs and pieces of bacon flying all over the place. Fred was using a platter as a shield and Ginny was trying to throw a piece of toast at George. Gabrielle lunged at Fred and tackled him, trying to get a handful of egg in his hair. He held her arm as she struggled to free herself. George and Ginny were just throwing food all over the place. That was the scene Angelina walked into. The minute the saw her, they froze in place.

"Hi Guys," Angelina said, a smiling, a laugh forming in her throat.

"Angelina! Good to see you!" Gabrielle was the first to move and she stood up, a welcoming smile on her face. Fred pulled a piece of bacon from her hair. Needless to say, they spent a few frantic minutes cleaning up, before Mrs. Weasley came home and at dinner that night she asked, "George dear, is that egg in your hair?"

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