[Serious' Pov]

I walked up to Krysteena's room, to see Krysteena and George smiling at each other and I chuckled. They looked at me puzzled and I shook my head still looking at them. I motioned them to follow. I watched George stand up and slip his arm around her shoulders and she let her arm go around his waist. They walked out.
"Krysteena – I think it's time for you to see the Family tree" I whispered.
"Will it have my mother on it?" I asked.
"No" I lied. "It connects you to someone else, your father, and that's it"
We all walked downstairs and I heard a few whispers from the other Weasley's. I heard lips separate; I looked over my shoulder to see George's lips had just dis-connected from Krysteena's cheek. I rolled my eyes coughing and Krysteena bit her lip.
"Shut up"
I opened the door, let them in, and walked out. I climbed the stairs and I was stopped in the hallway. I looked down at Molly.
"Are they dating?" She asked.
"Who?"
"George and Miss Krysteena" She laughed.
"Yeah – I think so" I chuckled.

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[Harry's Pov]

I looked at Caitlin with a smile and soon it faded when my scare pulsed against my forehead. I faked a smile before walking out of the room abruptly, I walked into the kitchen, and leaned on the counter gripping my scar. I hated having this on my forehead, I hated a lot of things, and I hated being called The boy who lived. Sure, the "fame" is nice, but the fan girls not so nice, and now I had one person I had fallen for – which I never should've.
She belonged to a family who hated me with a passion and I am sure would join the Order just to get me away from their daughter. I rolled my eyes at that – she was so beautiful and yet she was treated so horribly. I shivered from the cold in the Burrow, Kreacher walked by and muttered something.
Someone stood in the doorway, my scar had paused burning for a minute and the slim figure walked over. Soon I realized who it was and smiled.
"Hey Gin"
"Harry, are you alright?" She asked.
"Fine" I lied.
"Are you positive?" She pressed.
"Positive" I agreed.
"Alright" She shrugged walking out.

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[Fred's Pov]

I walked down the stairs to the family tree room, which I knew was where George and Krysteena were. I opened the door to see George's face buried in her neck, as she traced lines, and his arms were also so tight around her, she might explode. I smirked at the sight before I watched Krysteena run her fingertips along George's exposed skin of his arms fastened around her waist.
"I won't leave you know" She giggled.
"I know" George said just loud enough I could hear.
I coughed and they looked at me, George extremely red in the cheeks, and Krysteena's face extremely calm. George's Face was redder by the minute and I laughed.
"Looks like your girl is really cool"
"I don't blush" She snapped. "I never blush"
"Well – eventually you will" I rolled my eyes leaving the room.
I knew she blushed, every once in a while, if you really made her happy or you made her laugh too hard. I walked up the steps and had at least four people staring at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing" They said in unison going back to what they were doing.

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[George's Pov]

I smirked at Krysteena spinning her around, she rolled her eyes, and I chuckled. She had definitely let me annoy her for the past few minutes, and I laughed over it all. She didn't want my face in her neck, I put it there anyway, and she hated my arms around her waist, and they were around her waist in minutes of her saying that.
"Don't tell me not to kiss you"
"Why?" She asked raising an eyebrow.
"Because I'll just kiss you anyway" I murmured leaning into her until she placed two fingers to my lips.
"Nope" She pushed me away. "Save it Lover Boy"
I groaned, I hated this, and I hated waiting. Kreacher walked in and I saw Krysteena looked over her shoulder and sighed.
"Stupid Blood traito-"
"Kreacher!" She yelled sounding furious. "Apologize right now!"
"Sorry Mister Weasley" Kreacher walked out and I kissed her neck gently.
"I said wait" She said breathlessly.
"What is the point?" I whispered in her ear and pulled gently on her ear lobe.
"The point is – you have to learn patience"
"You're mean" I mumbled.
"I know" She turned around, her arms around my neck and I leaned in again.
She didn't stop me this time, I brushed my lips gentle against hers, and soon earning force as her grip tightened. She lifted herself up onto her tippy toes and my arms secured on her waist. If only I could live like this forever. I soon couldn't take this any longer and deepened the kiss when the door flew open.
"Whoa! Get a room!" Ginny shrieked.
I pulled away in surprise. "We HAD a room!"
"I need Krysteena" She grabbed her and pulled her away.
"Buuuttt GINNNNYYYY!?!" Krysteena whined.
"Shut up!" Ginny pulled her away.

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[Ginny's Pov]

I pulled Krysteena out of George's kiss, I shivered slightly, and pulled her away. I paused by the stairs. Her hair was flying as I yanked her around. She looked anxious to get back and make out with my brother.
"I am not having you make out with my brother" I hissed.
"We weren't making out!" She protested.
"Right" I smirked. "That's what you thought"
"Making out involves tongue"
"And I don't want that!" I squealed. "And I want help with my fashion right now – and you can kiss George later"
"BUUTTT GINNNNYY!" She whined loudly so George could hear.
"Enough" I led her up the stairs and I saw George where we had been standing making a pouty face. "Don't start George!"
I practically ran to my room, pushed her onto the bed and started throwing clothes at her, tomorrow we were going to Diagon Alley and I knew she would be busy with George. She looked at the door, looking for her savior. I rolled my eyes at her and she frowned.
"I was enjoying myself – until you barged in" She pouted.
"I know – I could kinda see by the tangles in George's hair, made by your fingers" I giggled.
I didn't like her for my brother – after all she was related to a death eater, and is in the Order. I mean, for all we know she could be playing us all. All I could hope was George wouldn't fall for this girl – and I could expose her so he sees the true her. I looked in her eyes and they were soft – extremely soft. I couldn't help but second guess myself. Was she really all that bad?