Do You Suppose?
Not only was I supposed to be sad and live miserable for the rest of my life, in missing my dear friend Fred, but apparently I wasn't supposed to date other people either, especially not his brother because that was weird according to many. The fact that I could date one twin and love the other, people couldn't fathom. And part of the reason they couldn't fathom it was that they didn't understand what happened the night before graduation. Fred and I broke up; it was a mutual decision that made us both happy. He, deciding that he was nowhere near ready to be tied down, and I because my heart belonged to another no matter how many times I tried to beat it out of myself, I couldn't stop feeling for George.
Some say the years go by quickly, some say the years go by slowly, but if you really stop and reflect about the events that are accomplished in 24 hours, let alone a year, it's amazing to discover how much can change. And it did. After breaking up with Fred, I started schooling to become a teacher. I wanted to go back to Hogwarts, and teach students the proper techniques of broom riding, and of course referee the Quidditch games just as Madame Hooch had done before, only I would be Madame Johnson. The thought alone amazed me, it was between the schooling that I found myself working hard at the new sweet shoppe in town, 'Wizardly Pastries' which was a company for mass production of sweets, and catering. I worked as the girl who helped people placing orders, matching the orders to the proper customers, double checking for accuracy in orders and securing customer satisfaction. While I enjoyed the job, I always made an excuse to take my lunch break elsewhere, taking a few pieces of chocolate or cake with me, I always made my way over to the twins' joke shop.
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Angelina walked inside the shop, the neatly folded paper bag under her arm, saving the three pieces of white chocolate daffodil cakes for her three friends, Fred, Verity, and George. As she looked around, she noticed a new display of items, and looked at it with wonder. She always loved the way that the twins organized the shop, but she gave most of the credit to Verity for her creativity and suggestions which Angelina realized she never received proper credit for. As she reached for a 'rebellious raisin', her foot tripped over and the display came tumbling down like a stack of vertical dominoes.
"Oh no" she whispered as she looked around and suddenly felt hands firmly clamp down over her shoulders.
"Alright then, I suppose we're going to have to arrest you then for the big mess you made." The voice behind her whispered into her ear, as her back straightened in arousal.
"George?" she turned around and smiled as she looked up at him. "Surely you know that was an.."
"Accident. Oh of course. It's not every day we have you barging in here bringing us fattening sweets during your lunch break. So what did you bring me today?" he asked with a questioning glance.
She turned around and moved out of his grasp, again feeling the intensity between them, only this time she tried to back away. "What did you want me to bring and where's Fred?"
George looked at her and cocked his head to the side, "Where do you think he is? In the back with Verity. Again."
Angelina laughed as she thought about the happiness that Fred and Verity experienced in one another's arms. She was really happy for him; he deserved to have her and she him. Angie was overjoyed for them and only wished she could find her true happiness, or that he would even acknowledge her.
"Store looks empty today." Angelina noted as she walked through the store, George using a spell to clean up the spilled display.
He followed after Angelina, "So, uhm, how is your day going?"
"Fine, and you?"
"Fine." He responded.
Angelina turned around and smiled at him, "I'm really glad Fred is happy now with Verity."
"Me too, although I must admit it was a bit odd at first. You know, mixing work and pleasure the both of them. But they've worked it out to snogging or whatever they do back there during lunch breaks." He added, as he looked at her, a particular softness within his eyes.
"Mmm. I do bet that was hard. Bet you wished you had gotten there first," Angelina sighed. "She's awfully pretty."
George ran his hands through his reddish hair, wanting to say so much and yet afraid to do so.
"Yes, she's pretty, but no prettier than you." He added.
Angelina stopped cold in her tracks. Was that just a compliment he had given to her? "Thank you." She added. "I suppose it's a strange relationship of sorts, but happiness is what matters."
"So, uhm, Angie, who has been making you happy then?" he asked curiously, not even sure how to deal with the feelings he had been having since the night in the common room that they almost kissed.
"No one."
His eyes opened wide in shock, "No one? You're kidding right? I mean, I bet there are guys after you all the time."
"There are, but, the one I wish to notice me just doesn't." Angelina smiled as she backed him up against the front counter looking into his eyes.
"Merlins beard Angie, he's an idiot then. You're quite the catch." He playfully pushed her arm; she smiled up at him and pushed him back.
"So are you Weasley. So are you." She looked him up and down, her hand gently moving down his arm as she tried to be oblivious to the actions she was doing. "Who is keeping you happy?"
"I've dated a few girls, but they don't make me happy." He shrugged his shoulders as though he didn't care in the least.
Angelina softly smiled, her hand now covering his hand, unsure of her next move, she asked, "Why can't you find a girl that will make you happy?"
George felt her hand on top of his on the counter, and he cleared his throat, "Well, for one, it's not right that I like her and feel this way about her."
For one moment, Angelina swore that he was talking about her. "It's always right, if you feel something for someone that might make you very happy." She allowed her thumb to rub over the soft skin on the top of his hand. Both of them blushing, and beginning to come to grips with the fact that they are both speaking about the each other. George looked quickly away from her.
"It's just not right for me to be with her, when she was with someone so close to me. I mean it wouldn't be right."
"Screw what would be right or wrong, if you care for someone, you should speak up and tell her." Angie paused and looked at him, once again the scene from the common room, repeating, George smiling at her, she smiling at him, their lips being brought closer together.
"This is so wrong Angelina." He whispered.
"Why does it feel so right then George?" she asked as he moved his arm around her waist.
"Because, maybe it is." He whispered as they came together, lips nearing touching, Angelina couldn't wait any longer to kiss him, and she realized that even though it seemed wrong for her to care so much for him, that she had from the beginning. So many things to say, so many emotions to share.
"I think I'm falling for you George." She whispered before she placed a soft kiss over his lips, then pulled away.
He moved his hand to her chin, tilting it up towards him. "Angelina, I…"
The back door swung open. And both George and Angelina looked like deer caught in the headlights.
"Uhm." Angelina began as she looked at Fred, mostly feeling embarrassed for her recent actions, she quickly moves away from George. "Hi Fred, Hi Verity."
Fred looks at Angelina, a small pang passes through his heart as he realizes her true feelings were never for him, but for his brother. Feeling like his ego had been knocked down a few pegs, and suddenly he realized where Angelina's true happiness lies.
"Hey Angelina, just what are you doin' here today? Come to check out my brother or to bring us treats so that you can check out my brother?" Sure it sounded somewhat spiteful, but Fred was upset that he hadn't seen it sooner.
"Fred, honestly there's nothing going on between George and I."
"I don't believe you. Not at all. In fact, I think you both have cared for each other for quite some time and were too afraid to admit it." Fred snapped at Angelina. "You probably pictured I was George when we fucked, that's SICK. You're SICK."
Angelina felt tears spring to her eyes; she hadn't meant it to turn out this way. "Look Fred, you're happy. You're out fucking other people like you wanted, you're free. You said you didn't want to settle down and you broke it off."
"So you repay me by visiting my twin? What the hell Angelina?" he questioned her. "And YOU dear brother, she's my ex girlfriend. Isn't there some sort of a code where you're not supposed to do that?"
George looked away from Angie and admitted, "Yes, the guys code. I get it. I'm sorry Fred, really we did nothing."
Angelina shook her head and set the chocolates down for them all, "Here this was for you and Verity. I'll never return or bother you again. Have a nice fucking day." Angelina turned and angrily headed for the exit.
"Angie WAIT!" Fred called out as he ran towards the door to stop her. "Look, I'm sorry, it's just, it's weird. You know, we used to, and then, I mean with George?"
Angelina reached out and hugged Fred. "I promise it will never happen again. Good day to you."
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I still remember the look on George's face when I left the shop that day, a look of sheer embarrassment and sorrow, sorrow for the fact that perhaps no one would understand our essential desires to be together. Sure, he had been with Alicia and I had been with Fred, but was it truly fair for us to be denied the right to be together when it was obvious that we cared for one another? My supposed friends stared, laughed at me, called me crazy, insane, a sex maniac with an addiction to a threesome with twin brothers, and so many other things that I didn't wish to even wish to recall. These were my friends, and had my family found out, well that'd be a whole different story. It amazed me how people reacted, just because George and I cared for one another and I had dated his brother. They acted as though it were a daily sin, when in reality the only sinning came at night, after the work shift was over.
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It was well after midnight, and Angelina hadn't been able to sleep, it had been over a week ago since she and George had shared a small intimate kiss and been reprimanded by Fred. Angie realized that George had planned to follow through with the brotherly code that Fred spoke of and that she would never be together with him. It ached her soul, broke her heart, and made her think about ways that she could change things so that they could end up together anyway. But George made no efforts, and she didn't blame him, Fred was more important as he should be and Angie would have to get over her dreams and the pangs in her heart that caused her to think of George and being with him forever.
As she lie awake trying to read a love story once again, getting her fill of romance since she decided reality wasn't going to ever be so romantic, she swore she heard a tapping at her bedroom window. Angelina owned a two story house which her parents had purchased for her as a graduation present and with her bedroom on the second floor, sometimes the sounds from the windows would make her extremely nervous. Hearing the noises again, plunk, plunk, plunk, against the window, she decides it's probably a disillusioned woodpecker.
"Go home bird!" Angelina sighed as she smoothed the silky white gown over her curves, the lacey part around her cleavage, sinking a bit lower than she had wished, revealing more than she desired.
Hearing the sound once again, she goes to her window and flings it open, trying to scare the bird away. Angelina looks down and sees George.
Bending over the windowsill, she smiles at him, "George, what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to talk to you." He clears his throat. "I've been studying this too. Angieo Angieo wherefore art thou oh Angieo deny my brother's stupid anger by thy name and I shall become a, look the point is I just want to see you. Nice boobs by the way." He snickered as she covered herself up.
Smiling down at him, she felt her heart give way, she realized he was the man she loved and there was a purpose in the things she felt in Hogwarts. He was her one.
"Are you drunk? George, why are you here?"
"Angieeeeeeeeee" he whined. "I wanna see you."
"You're seeing me now George and my breasts as you just so kindly added." Angelina laughed.
"Are you gonna let me in or do I have to stand here all night long?" he asked with a goofy expression on his face, arms flying in the air. "LET ME IN OH JULIET!" he screamed.
"George Weasley, you're going to wake the neighbors. Fine, I'll let you in, but just this once."
Rushing down the stairs, she opens the door, careful to hide her cleavage from him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as he barged into her house, immediately smiling at her.
"I've decided that I don't care what Fred has to say, I want to be around you. I really care about you Angie." He smiled at her, moving a stray curl from her eyes.
"You? Care for me?" Angelina couldn't believe the words he was speaking.
He nodded and looked at her. "What do you think about that?"
Angelina wrapped her arms around his neck, "I've wanted to do this forever George, since forever." She tilted her head to the side, feeling his arms around her waist and pressed her lips to his, this time feeling his tongue sliding past her lips and thrashing against her tongue. Their tongues tangoed to their own rhythms as they deepened the kiss, passion rising, arms flailing, holding onto body parts, Angie moaning into his kiss, he picking her up and placing her onto the couch, he lay his body on top of hers, and she felt complete.
"George, I've been with Fred before. I know that's weird."
"Yes, it is. It really is weird."
"And?"
"And for the amount of weirdness and the opportunity to be with you, I pick the being with you."
Angelina kissed him harder and felt his hardness between her legs as she opened them for him.
"George, I just don't want for you to be."
"Do you ever shut your mouth Angelina?" he asked smiling down at her, his hand cupping her cheek, thumb running up and down. "I wanna show you something, no talking whatsoever, you promise me?"
Angie looked up at him and nodded in agreement.
George looked down at her beautiful body, the silk of her white gown, hugging the shape of her body, she was beautiful and if things would turn out his way, he would find a way to convince Fred to accept their relationship. All those years that he had spent trying to find happiness in other girls, and yet she was there right in front of his face the whole time, only she was within his brother's arms. He never thought that he would get his chance, and now here he was, his body on top of hers, looking into her eyes and smiling.
"Angelina, I want you to close your eyes," he mentions as he moves off of her.
"Why George?"
"Just do, I have something I want you to feel."
Angelina thought that for sure he was going to take advantage of her, that he wanted to sleep with her and show her the love that she had been dreaming of making with him before, it was the way that Fred had taught her to show that she had feelings for him. So as Angelina felt George moving off of her body, and informing her that he had something for her to feel, she was confused. So it wasn't going to be what she was more than certain what he wanted her to feel. Closing her eyes tightly, she wonders just what he is going to do.
"Ok, my eyes are closed George, what am I supposed to feel?"
"Oi Angelina," he whispered. "I said to be quiet."
Angelina closed her eyes and was quiet, pressing her lips tightly together in a reminder of her quietness, she awaits his move.
"Don't open your eyes at all." He started.
Angelina began to fear that perhaps he was going to bring Fred in to harm her for responding to George's advances, but he was kinder than that so she just had to trust him.
Moving his hands closer to her body, he placed them over the top of her face, about an inch away from her skin, not touching her at all.
Angelina felt an amazing excitement as she felt his presence close to her.
He moved his hand down further, flattened palm over her neck, then sliding down to rub over each breast, still no touch being present, she felt him and her body bucked against the couch. "Mmmm" she moaned as her chocolate nipples hardened and started to peek through the sheer white fabric of her gown.
Angelina's breathing shallowed as she felt this incredible passion and heat between them, and yet, he wasn't even touching her. It teased her, it made her want more, and she desired more and more of whatever he was doing to her.
Not saying a word, he moved his hand down across her tummy, she shivering at the pleasure he was causing to her.
Moving his hand down further, he reaches her point of pleasure and straightens his hand into position over the top, still no connection being made.
Smile, still across her face, she rolls her hips against the passion she feels playing against her, still aware that he hadn't touched her. Her body being fully satisfied as he moved his hands down her legs, and she moaning slightly as gooseflesh rose up on her skin.
"Open your eyes." He commanded her.
" I don't want to George, please let me stay in this dream." She whispered as she complied as she continued to moan. "That was, the most incredible…"
He smiled down at her, "I didn't even touch you Angie." He whispered, " I didn't even touch you."
The truthfulness of his comment reached deeply within her soul, for no one had ever been able to give her such pleasure, especially when not touching her. And she did feel touched, her heart was touched. As she looked up into his eyes, she watched him extending his hand for her; she took hold of it, and rose up to meet him, not breaking contact with his gaze.
"I want you to dance with me Angie." George said as he smiled at her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulls him into her, their noses touching and rubbing gently against one another.
"But there's no music George." Angelina sighed, the heat of the moment saturating her.
He gently moved his hand to cover her heart, "There is, it's right in here."
"Oh George." Angelina sighed as she danced with him, her lips pressed against his, tongues moving together in one accord, a moment that they both never wanted to end. A moment where they were lost for once in one another's embrace. Nothing else mattered but this, and as they gently caressed each other, they looked into each other's eyes, tenderly, saying so much more than they even knew how.
Moving across the room, George takes Angelina's hand and spins her around under his hand, watching her twirl like a ballerina, then pulling her back in and capturing her in his arms until she spun out again. It was as though both of them were in a dance of their own, in a style of their own. In the darkness they looked in one another's eyes and felt the sheer emotion, of love. Although neither of them wished to admit it.
Angelina smiled once again and as she held him again, she felt him pick up her legs, and carry her slowly up the stairs to her bedroom and gingerly placing her onto the bed.
"George?" Angelina asked as she looked up into his eyes. "Are we going to…"
"Shh, Angie, just trust me. Take off your nightie."
Angelina realized that at some point all men would come back to the point of sex, and why shouldn't they, they were all chauvinistic pigs. It just upset her that George was among their ranks. She watched him as he undressed, the moonlight peeling through her windows and shining against his white skin. He was beautiful, it wasn't a word that should be used for a man, and she knew this, but he was to her. And as he climbed under her blankets, she did the same.
As George wrapped his arms around Angelina, he pulled her against him, kissing her neck, allowing his tongue to gently move against her neck. "I just want to hold you tonight Angelina, just this one time, just this chance."
Bodies molded together perfectly as he spooned her, the emotions between them so very strong, and sex being something that although it was on their minds, not being at all important, just this, holding and being held. Stolen kisses, gentle touching, and most of all that feeling that seemed to permeate when they were alone together like this. Love.
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For the next week, George and I stayed like that, same ritual, without sex, simply just holding one another, and realizing that it was the world against us being together. However, we had to be together, we craved one another's presence and both of us did not feel whole until we were with the other. Every night the same passions were shared, and most of the time we didn't speak, and I had gotten very used to the idea of sleeping with him and waking up with him in the morning, although he left soon after to open the shop. I wondered if anyone knew about us, or what we were doing, a part of me actually didn't care if they knew or not. For, we both were making each other extremely and supremely happy.
And it continued, until that horrific day. Fred's death, when we both were ripped apart with grief beyond what we could stand. And while both of us needed to be together, we realized it wasn't right. That it would be disrespectful to Fred's memory, and so we stopped talking, not for days, not for weeks, but for months. We both moved on as though we had never known the happiness that we had brought to each other, after all should we have hooked up, others would have believed we both were insensitive and didn't care about Fred's death. Not only that, but the whispers would pick right back up.
We both battled our depressions in different ways, he through drinking heavily, I through keeping a solitary lifestyle besides work and school. So many were worried about my suicidal tendencies and of course chalked it up solely to Fred being gone. The rumors spread that Fred and I were engaged and that we were going to end up getting married someday. I don't even know who started the rumors, but I just couldn't handle it. Not only had I lost one of my best friends ever, when Fred left the world, but I had also lost the only love of my life, George.
One day, four months after Fred passing, I decided to owl George, just to let him know I was still thinking of him. I was more than sure he was already dating someone else by that point and that he wouldn't want to see me.
Owl-
George,
I know things have been extremely difficult for you lately due to the loss of your best friend and truest soul mate. I too have felt the great pain involved and just didn't know if you would ever want to hear from me again. I just want you to know that I haven't stopped thinking about you or the wonderful times we had together, when things were so much simpler, when Fred was alive. Please send me owl and let me know you are alive, for without you around I have truly felt like dying.
~Angelina~
Within half an hour, I received the return owl:
Owl-
Angelina,
Yes I'm still alive and kicking, and I think about you too all the time. I'd really like it if you would meet me at Madame Puddifoots for lunch today. It would mean the world to me. I have some news to share with you.
~George~
My heart broke into a million pieces, only this time I was sure that George was getting married and I would never find the happiness that I had found in him. Feeling depressed and yet somewhat excited about seeing him, I made my way cautiously to the tea house. And that's where I sit now. Looking at you, watching your strong muscular hands as you stir the sugar cube into your tea, watching it dissolve, before taking a small sip. I pouring loads of creamer into my tea, blowing off the top and taking sips. We both have sat like this for a while now. We were supposed to come here and talk, you were supposed to tell me that you are marrying someone else, and that you have news. I am supposed to act ok and cry later when I get home alone.
Silence. Neither of us speaks, both of us look nervously into one another's eyes. Finally, I decide to break the silence.
"I miss him George." Thoughts of Fred come to my mind, the happy times, the sad times, the times where he wanted to personally harm me for showing an interest in his brother. Grabbing my napkin, I dab at the tears falling down my cheeks.
"I miss him too." He responds, as I can tell he is still hurting so very much inside. I long to reach across and comfort him through my touch.
"How can we move on?" I ask, still unsure I can breathe knowing of the great losses that have occurred.
"Well, everyone is just going to have to find a happiness." He added before his eyes looked back into the nearly dissolved cube floating in his tea. "I have found a way to find happiness, although it might very well hurt the people around me."
I felt the lump at the back of my throat, and as I tried to swallow it, it only became larger. I just knew you were going to tell me there was someone else. Taking a deep breath, I try to relive our moment together for a least a little longer before it is destroyed.
Placing my hand onto the table, I begin to speak, "George, remember when I said that my parents had met because my mom was dating his brother?"
"Yes, and I also know you lied about that Angelina." He nodded with a small smirk.
"Wait," I smiled. "How did you know?"
"I just did. So many think I'm not that smart and yet I am."
"Well, I told you that story because I was actually talking about you. Because while Fred was very special to me…"
George interrupts while speaking with me. "I was in love with you."
Both of us looked at each other in shock. "Really George? You were?"
He nods, and suddenly seems rather embarrassed.
"And now for your news, George?" My lighthearted smile turned into a frown the moment I watched the expression of embarrassment cover his face.
"Well, Angelina, it seems I'm in love." He begins.
My heart stops, much like when it did out on the field when I watched George and Alicia together. I feel like crying and running away, but I promised that I would be strong for you.
"I'm…I'm so happy for you." I lied, feeling the empty blackness.
"Thing is, I can't get her out of my mind, I think about her all the time, and I really miss her when she's not around." He continued as he hoped she understood his admission.
"Really? Well that's great for you George and I hope you and she will have a very happy life together."
George looked at me and placed his hand over mine, "Angelina, we will be so very happy. So the news is, I'm going to ask her to marry me."
Well, it was at that moment that I could hold back no longer, I realized that in this I would be saying goodbye to the only man that I did and would ever love. "That's…nice." That's all I could say, before I brought my hands to cover my face, crying into them, wishing to simply disappear. I couldn't lose him too; I had loved him for too long. Using the napkin full of tears to wipe the rest away, I look over to where George was sitting and realize he has left. Probably was too hard on him to stay through my upset, and then that's when I notice he is on the ground next to me, on one knee.
"So, will you marry me Angelina?" I couldn't have heard that right. I looked at him with shock in my eyes.
"You, You are asking, me, to?"
"Marry me. Yes. I love you. And I know you love me. Will you be my wife?" the tips of his ears matching the color of his hair.
I stopped caring about what everyone else thought, about what everyone else would think, about what people would say about me dating one twin and marrying the other. For they didn't know the real story, they didn't understand worth a damn what had happened between George and I, and for those that believed he was Fred's replacement, they just didn't understand that George was my destiny, the reason that I breathed, the reason that I lived, the reason why the sun rose in the morning.
"I love you so much George. Yes." And with that, I bent down onto the floor with him, I knew, I knew this was it. He was my destiny. And I knew for once, that I would be, happy.