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Chapter 7

Crack!

"George, deary is that you?" Molly Weasley shouted from the third floor of The Burrow.

"Yeah Mum, its me. I, uh, brought Goldie. My fiancé."

"I'll be down in a moment." She shouted.

"Take your time Mum." George shouted back.

"You didn't tell her you were bringing me along?" Goldie asked. She felt very uncomfortable.

"Its fine, don't worry about." He said reassuringly.

This wasn't fine. George had made it seem like his family had invited her to have lunch with them. What if they didn't like her? She hadn't really been around people in a social environment since before the war. And even then she had always been kind of socially awkward. First impressions were everything, and she felt as if she already ruined her chances of making a good one, by showing up here unannounced.

"Hey George!" A beautiful red-head said coming down the stairs.

"Hey Gin, how are you?" George asked the girl he called Gin.

"I'm okay, a bit of morning sickness here and there. But fine aside from that."

She was pregnant. Goldie felt sick. The brother and sister were talking almost as if she wasn't there, but Goldie didn't care. She felt like she was going to break down and cry. She was overcome by emotions. All she could think about was her older sister. Giselle. She was 5 months pregnant when the Death Eaters attacked her and her husband, Finn. She felt like she was going to be sick just thinking about it. Then she noticed George was trying to get her attention.

"Goldie, love you alright? This is my little sister Ginny, Ginny this is Goldie."

"Its nice to meet you." The pregnant girl, Ginny, said holding out her hand.

She shook it, "Its nice to meet you as well. How –how far along are you, if you don't mind me asking?" She didn't know why she was asking. She wanted to be anywhere, but where she was. She didn't want to feel these emotions right now. She wanted to be numb.

"A bit over three months." Ginny said with a blinding smile. She looked so happy.

"Con—congratulations. Um, may I use your bathroom?" Goldie asked.

"Sure, upstairs. Second floor, first door on your left."

"Thanks." With that Goldie all but ran up the stairs. Leaving George and Ginny to chat.

As soon as Goldie entered the bathroom she shut the door and casted a quick Muffliato charm. As soon as the room was silence she fell onto the floor, and started sobbing into her knees. She missed her family so much. Seeing Ginny pregnant just made her snap. All of these feelings rushed through her. The sobs racked her body. She needed to pull it together. But she didn't want too. She didn't want to feel, she just wanted to be numb to all the pain this was causing her. She reached into her pocket. She always carried one. Just in case. It made her sick looking at the little green pill. Xanax. She didn't take it often, but on days like today… Its just one pill, she told herself, just to get through meeting George's mum. Then never again. She got up and looked in the mirror. A few glamor charms and she was good as new. Then, she transfigured a hand towel into a glass and cast a silent Aquamenti. She took a sip of the water and swallowed the pill, then she transfigured the glass back into a hand towel, and headed back downstairs.

"There you are. Mum, this is Goldie. Goldie, my mum." George announced.

"Its lovely to meet you Mrs. Weasley." Goldie said as Mrs. Weasley pulled her into a fierce hug.

"Please, call me Molly, dear." The women said with a kind smile. "I wish I would've known you were coming, I would have prepared something for you to take home. I have to take Ginny to see her healer since Harry is at work. I'm sorry George. Why don't you both come over for dinner tomorrow and we can discuss the wedding plans, yeah?"

"Sure Mum, sounds great." George said giving his Mum, then his sister a hug. "Tell Harry I said hello, alright Gin?"

"You got it. It was nice to meet you Goldie." Ginny said, giving her soon to be sister-in-law a hug.

"Yes, so lovely." Molly said.

"Um, yeah. It was great meeting you guys too."

"We'll see you both tomorrow night then. Be safe." And with Molly's last good byes, George grabbed Goldie wrist, and they disapparated.

With a loud crack, the two were back in the flat above the shop.

"I'm sorry about that Goldie, normally mum always has something ready for lunch to feed an army." George said, he felt pretty crummy, and he could tell that Goldie was uncomfortable there. "Are you hungary? Do you want to go get something? Or I could—" Goldie cut him off.

"Its fine George, I'm not really too hungry. I think I'm going to just go upstairs and draw or something."

George could tell she sounded a bit different. Almost as if she had no emotion to her voice. He noticed she looked a bit odd too. Maybe she wasn't feeling well.

"I didn't know you could draw."

"Oh, yeah. A bit. Would, would you mind if I sketched you?"

"I don't see why not. I'm just going to grab a drink. You want one?"

"Yeah, firewhiskey please. I'm going to go grab my book."

George watched Goldie disappear into the hallway. She seemed so, sad. George pour two glassed of the amber liquid. It was barley one o'clock. Ah, fuck it. He thought to himself. She did request it, who cares what time it was? It was five o'clock somewhere.

But as George sat down by the fireplace waiting for Goldie, he couldn't help but wonder if she was okay. After a few moments he decided to brush it off. Its not like he knew her inside and out. Maybe this was how she always acted. Although, she was taking quite a while to get her book. Maybe he should go see if she was alright. He took another swig of his drink and headed toward his room.

The door was open, and he saw Goldie laying in his bed. Asleep. Maybe she was just tired. He said to himself. He threw a blanket over her, and as he was heading out of the room he saw, what he assumed was her sketch book, sitting on his desk. He hesitated for a moment, but decided to pick it up assuming she wouldn't mind if he looked through it.

He sat back down in front of the fire and opened the book. They were beautiful. The first few sketches were of some scenery. A meadow, and another of what he assumed was the Black Lake at Hogwarts. Then he came across some black and white sketches of a pregnant woman. They were breath taking. So detailed. She was so talented. He put the book down, and picked up his glass. He sighed. Fred like to draw. Nothing quite like what Goldie did, but it was a hobby of his.

Fred.

He sucked down the rest of his drink. Fred would've liked Goldie, he thought to himself.

Author's Note;

So, there's chapter seven. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Tell me what you think! Review! New chapter will be posted Monday! I'm looking for a beta. If you know a good one send them my way. Oh and review! ;)