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Hold Me Now

Song: Hold Me Now

Artist: Thompson Twins

Character(s): Angelina Johnson & George Weasley

"You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind
Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find
So perhaps I should leave here, yeah, yeah, go far away
But you know that there's nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here"

Angelina Johnson stopped at the gate, she held a dozen yellow roses in one hand and a picture of the latest Gryffindor quidditch team reunion on the other. It has been two years since the end of the war but to Angelina, it felt just like yesterday that she lost one of her greatest friends. She would make these trips to the cemetery every month since he was buried here. But during those trips, she was mostly alone. Sometimes, she'd run into the occasional Weasley while they mourned over Fred Weasley's tomb and there have even been times when she'd catch Harry Potter and Hermione Granger either leaving or arriving (sometimes together with Ron and sometimes alone). But ever since she began her visits, she has never run into George Weasley.

She noticed the dull color of his red hair as he sat next to the headstone, his arms wrapped around his knees and his head laying sideways on his arms as he looked at his twin's headstone. She longed for his hair to return to its natural vibrant, red color, the way she liked it. But, everyone knew that George has not been right since Fred's death. Everyone was all out of words of comfort, she sometimes believed that his own family even stopped trying (she hated herself for even thinking this). Lee Jordan and herself had tried tirelessly to get him out of his flat to hang out or just go to a pub for a firewhisky, but he would never leave, always coming up with some kind of excuse. Oliver Wood had come up with the idea of the quidditch team reunion, hoping it would encourage George to come out of his flat, but it did not work. But, the team continued with their reunions, not just for George, but in honor of Fred.

Suddenly, she realized that George was speaking, but not to the headstone like she imagined he would be doing, but to her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that," Angelina said as she approached Fred's grave.

"What are you doing here?" George said bitterly.

"I-I came to visit Fred," Angelina said, a bit taken aback by his tone.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I would like to be with him alone," George turned away from her and he laid a hand on the headstone.

"Okay, I'm sorry to have bothered you," Angelina knelt down and placed the roses in front of the headstone, along with the photo. She began to walk away but stopped as she heard him speak again.

"When was this taken?" George said. Angelina turned around and saw him holding the photo.

She was sure that deep down, he was amused. She remembered that day vividly. It was taken on Fred and George's birthday. Oliver, Katie, Alicia, Harry, and herself met up at Oliver's new townhome in London. Harry had purchased some of the Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes most popular fireworks to celebrate and they were supposed to set them off in Oliver's backyard. Unfortunately, Alicia had accidentally set them off inside of Oliver's living room. The group panicked as the curtains, sofas, rugs, and basically the whole room began to catch fire. They all rushed to find a way to put the fireworks off and thankfully they were not the ones that multiplied when someone would try to put them off. As they all looked around, Katie couldn't help but laugh, which then caused a chain reaction. Even Oliver laughed as he looked around his damaged living room. Angelina quickly set up her camera and as she rejoined the hysterical group, a picture was taken. She remembered as the flash was set off, the group sobered up and Harry said, "To Fred Weasley!" It was a sad moment, even if it dampened the mood of the celebration, but they couldn't help it.

"Last Friday," Angelina responded, recovering from her trip down memory lane.

"On our birthday?" George asked and for a second she thought he was angry. "So, that's where Harry rushed off to. Ginny and Ron were quite angry with him when he left."

"I know, he wouldn't stop worrying about it. But, we had a good time, it was all for Fred. And you," Angelina said, unsure if he wanted her to stay or leave.

After a few moments silence, George said, "Why do you like me, Angie?"

Angelina was shocked, to say the least. She never knew he had noticed. In fact, the only person she had ever told was…

"Fred told me, after the Yule Ball. He said that you had confessed to him that you only agreed to go with him because I already had a date. He was the-"

"Closest thing to you," Angelina whispered as she sat down next to him, "I felt bad that night for using him in a way. I really didn't mean to. But I had turned down all the guys that had asked me in hopes that you would ask me yourself. But when I heard that you already had a date, I told myself that the next guy that would ask, I'd say yes. Unfortunately, Fred was the next guy."

"He wasn't angry with you. He was hurt, even though he'd never admit it, that you hadn't picked him instead." George laughed softly, "The great git. He could've had any girl and he was hurt because a girl he didn't actually like, you know, as more than a friend, didn't like him."

Angelina was surprised to see a huge grin on George's face. She wasn't sure what to make of it. They have all patiently waited for George to go back to his usual joking self and she wasn't about to ruin this moment.

"He wouldn't stop bothering me after that. Telling me that I should get – what was the word he used – cojones – that's it. He said, 'Get some cojones, you prat. She likes you, go get her.'" George laughed again, this time a little bit louder.

"I don't even want to know what that means," Angelina giggled.

"So, you never answered my question," George said, sobering up, "Why do you like me?"

"I just do, George," Angelina said, looking at her hands, "I can't explain it. I didn't wake up one day and say, I'm going to be in love with George Weasley, the most annoying prat in the world."

"Most annoying?" George smirked. "Wait, in love?"

"Yes, in love with an annoying git. Especially these past two years. I know you're hurting, so are we. I know that the amount of our hurt can never amount to what you're feeling. But you have been selfish. You left your best friend to mourn on his own. You may have lost your brother, your other half, but so did Lee. Lee lost his best friend too and he's had to deal with it by himself. That's what annoyed and angered me the most. I thought you would've realized that there was someone who was hurting just as bad as you." Angelina said everything in a rush, afraid he would lash out at her for calling him selfish.

To her astonishment, he just sat there, looking at her as if he suddenly realized she was there.

"I had no idea," George whispered as he looked back at the headstone, "Fred would be angry with me."

"Georgie, we love you. We don't care, really. We'll accept your attitude and your grouchiness because we know that there's nothing that we could do to help you through it. But, we wished you would have at least reached out to someone."

"You're wrong," George said, looking up at her, his blue eyes piercing her dark brown ones, "You just did what no one has been able to do."

Then, as in her dreams, George Weasley leaned over and kissed her softly. As their lips met, he brought her closer to him and wrapped his arms around him.

"I didn't do anything," Angelina said, breathlessly as they broke apart.

"You stayed," George said smiling at her, touching her forehead with his, "They all usually leave, even when I don't want to be left alone."

"George Weasley, there's nowhere that I'd rather be than here with you."