Hehehehhee fluff alert! You all thought I'd forgotten right? Right? Well NO! I shall finish this story even if it kills me! *Epic music from Superman plays* *The Normandy from Mass Effect comes to pick me up* Be seeing ya! ~nikki Xxx

We were both slumped against a wall, sat quite far apart actually, it was rather disconcerting, of course he had every reason to be mad.

"Dear Miss Colson," he read aloud, I thumped my head against the wall behind me, hoping the pain would drown out the pain in his voice, not that it was working… "as an Auror it is my job to inform you about magical relatives of yours, as your aunt I feel I need to tell what the Prophet did not, your mother Isabella Annalise Colson, has also preceded to escape from Azkaban Prison, along with infamous 'Mass Murderer' Sirius Black."

"Alright, I get the point, I didn't tell you something that is kind of a big deal…"

"A BIG DEAL!" I winced as he yelled, no matter how frustrated my friends got with me, they'd never shouted at me before, especially George. I closed my eyes tightly really wanting someone to pinch me and tell me this was all a horrible nightmare. "That's an understatement!" he scoffed.

"Well George, no offence but it's not something I converse about on a regular basis!" I was getting just as annoyed with his accusations, as he was with me skipping parts of the truth. I turned my head, opened my eyes and stared him down.

"But I'm…" he stopped as if reconsidering his words, "we're your best mates, don't you think we should've known about this!"

"No not really, It's never been a problem…" I stopped and chewed on my bottom lip, my jade eyes still connected to his cocoa ones, "until recently…"

We both sighed and I moved my head back to stare back out in front of me.

"Even so Rachel…" I winced yet again, he only jokingly called me Rachel, when he was worried or when he was really mad…

"George…"

He sighed again and ran a frustrated hand through his hair, or something like that, it's hard to tell through peripheral vision.

I shuffled just a little closer and when he didn't move, I moved a bit further towards him. He still didn't move but when I looked at him, he just sent me a glare that said, 'Try it again and I'll stupefy you.'

I took the hint.

I resumed chewing on my bottom lip looking in the opposite direction to him. I inhaled a deep breath and exhaled again. This was going to happen eventually but I never expected it to be like this.

"She was a good woman," I began. "She knew your family, you know," I chuckled slightly. "Gave your mother a discount on books," I smiled to myself remembering my first memory of Mrs Weasley. "I don't know if you remember but…" I looked over to him but he wasn't staring at me anymore, he had his eyes closed with his brilliant, red hair spread across his lids, his lips pressed into a tight firm line.

"But?" I heard him murmur.

"But… I do, we couldn't have been older than five…that was when I first met you, feels like ages ago…" I trailed off. "I was with her, my mum I mean, when your mum came in she was…she was buying books for Bill and Charlie…you and Fred were there." I closed my eyes for a brief second and when I opened them again I could see his eyes opened just slightly looking out of the side of his line of vision.

"But…that's another story…When I was seven…" I swallowed. Hard. "She…she…" I couldn't quite get the words. Inhale and exhale. "She joined the Death Eaters." I looked away from him again even though I could feel his gaze lock onto me.

"Her initiation…was…" I could feel tears spring in my eyes and I knew if I said the words in my brain currently they would flow freely, "…was to…kill my father…" I looked at him a single tear already trailing my face. His eyes, although I'd kept this from him he, he looked so sympathetic as if he knew what I would say next.

"And…she did," I chuckled as I could feel the dam in my eyes break as sniffles and sobs came by the hundreds. I wanted to leave this train of thought, delete it, erase it, obliviate it! But it just wasn't that easy, I needed to remember. The peaceful look about my father as the Aurors looked over his dead body, the way my Aunt Lacey wrapped her arms around me, keeping me secure, the way I could see past her into my mother's dark eyes, which were hidden by disheveled honey blonde signature to her family and the madness that lay beneath.

He shuffled closer until we were shoulder to shoulder and I rested my head against him. I just started crying, as every memory and thought. Every emotion ran through my head at Firebolt speed. I shook against him just sobbing, crying, and bawling every line I could think of. 'It's not fair!' 'I hate her!' 'She ruined my life!'

Soon enough I was done. We were just sitting there. I knew I had to tell him just one last thing…

"Her maiden name, George…it was…Black…" I sniffed.

I looked up at him, he blinked owlishly until he had processed just what I had said and his eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"W-What?" he stuttered.

"You heard me…" I just smiled, I took this as a joke, it was stupid really, until I really thought about what that meant to him and it wiped the smile clean off my face. "I am related to the most supremacist of the prestigious pure-blooded families."

"My aunt's a Black too you know, got herself burned off the tree for defying You-Know-Who, Lacelin Louise Black, she's the Auror who wrote to me."

He looked down at the piece of parchment he had been sardonically reading aloud earlier, realizing that it had indeed been signed by a Black.

"Rach…I…"

I just chuckled inbetween shoulder shaking sobs.

"Don't worry. It had to be said but I…I was waiting until our last day…I thought you might take it better…"

I laughed slightly, halfheartedly.

"That was a pretty stupid assumption, in a moment of anger, using the advanced spells of seventh year you would've sent me flying, between the three of you," I mocked. Then he did the best thing ever.

He laughed.

Just a bit, but it was there.

Laughter.

In the last forty five or so minutes, it was the best sound I'd heard.

"You're probably right." He joked between chuckles. I joined in, there was something about Fred and George, that whenever they laughed, you had to join in. It was just slightly contagious…

It died down but it took a while.

But soon my train of thought from earlier continued and I furrowed my brow.

"I'm scared George, she was sent to kill my father to 'purge' her half-blood mistake." George seemed to catch my drift. "In their books, I'm set as a half-blood…Muggle heritage and all that…"

We could both see where this was going and he quickly wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me as close as physically possible to him. His other hand travelled under my chin to keep my head in place so I didn't look away.

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you." We both studied each other for a moment (of course, I was doing this in an attempt to ignore the tingles going from chin to my heart) "You know that right?"

"Yeah I guess I-" I was cut off by him kissing me.

Wait, that took a second to sink in.

HOLY SWEET MERLIN, GEORGE WEASLEY, MY CRUSH, IS FREAKING KISSING ME!

That was probably a better reaction. My eyelids fluttered closed like the butterflies in my stomach. I knew my cheeks were probably a lovely rosy pink, but right I really don't think I could give two cauldrons or a broomstick.

He pulled away from me and my eyelids gently rose. He had quite the sheepish grin on his face (along with very pink cheeks to match mine) and I'm pretty sure I looked just as surprised that he'd done that.

"Do," I said finishing my earlier sentence. I giggled and I must admit to my dismay that it was very girly.

"Heh, sorry about that," he chuckled as he stood up and brushed himself off. I held out my arms and flexed my fingers, indicating I needed help getting up. He obliged and heaved me up alongside him.

"Meh, I didn't mind," I smiled with a shrug of my shoulders, though my blush was probably saying otherwise. "As to say…you could always do it again sometime…"

The blush grew to crimson on both our faces.

"Well, okay then."

Palm to palm and then lips to lips once more. My arms snaked their way to his neck, whilst in sync his arms wrapped around my waist. This kiss lasted longer, was filled with everything we wanted to say but couldn't because we couldn't find the words. Eventually it needed to end (oxygen be damned!) .

George pressed his forehead to mine. We both let out breathy laughter.

"You still owe me that butterbeer y'know."

"Do I now?" A coy smile tugged at his lips, as he raised an eyebrow.

"Mhmmm~" The corners of my own mouth upturned. "But I was thinking we could go… together on the next Hogsmeade trip?"

I nibbled gently at the top of my bottom lip, a playful smile gracing the features of my flushed face (this time most certainly not from running).

"Sounds great."

That was all we needed and we sealed the deal as George kissed me breathless once more.