"Baby, wake up." George's voice invaded his dreams.

Ron rolled over, wishing he would go away. "Don't wanna," he grumbled.

George sighed. "Come on, we're going to be late!" The covers were suddenly gone, and Ron was confronted with the cold air.

He shivered. "Okay, okay, I'm getting up!" He stood slowly, wishing he could go back to sleep. But this was important. He knew how much it meant to George, and he didn't want to miss it himself, either. He went to wash up.

George was already dressed in a nice black suit. He looked good today. But then, George always looked good. It was almost hard to believe he was real. No one else could ever be as attractive, as perfectly beautiful. Not even Fred, and they were supposedly identical.

But not anymore, he thought sadly as he began to dress. George was now "holey" as he liked to put it, and Fred... Fred was gone. He would never again be identical to the lively, ever-smiling George. Except, of course, George wasn't smiling now.

Ron attempted to tie his tie, something he had never been good at. He had always had Mum, or Ginny, or even Hermione to help him. Now he was paying for his laziness, he thought with dismay.

George smiled now, but with sad eyes. "Let me," he said gently, taking the ends of the tie and tying it expertly. "There. Perfect." He kissed Ron's forehead.

"All ready?" he asked after they had eaten a quick breakfast.

"Let's go," Ron replied.

George offered his arm, which Ron took, and with a turn they were on their way to their brother's funeral.

~THE END~