A/N: I want to apologize for taking so long in updating this story. I've had a tough time focusing on it but not anymore. I've finally got into full swing for this story. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think :)


Fleur was making breakfast, as Lena sat at the small table holding her head. Last night was a blur in whicj she had no memory of.

"'Ere is your breakfast Lena," she kindly said, setting down the plate with scrambled eggs and sausages.

"Thank you."

"The Daily Prophet is full of runaway names."

Lena grimaced, "Am I in there?"

Bill nodded, pointing to where her name was on the list.

"So many," she whispered, her eyes scrolling past names, a few jumping out; Dean Thomas and Ted Tonks.

"It's a good thing you didn't go in," Bill smiled, though it didn't reassure Lena one bit.

"I can't be doing this," she muttered, finishing up her food. "What am I accomplishing here?"

"It's not about accomplishing anything Lena. These times are difficult for everyone- some more so than others."

She shook her head, "I should be at St. Mungos, helping people."

"I know it's in your nature to help, but no one is out there is willing to help you except family and friends."

"Bill is right Lena, you 'ave to stay low for a time. You ar' welcomed 'ere." She came over and hugged her.

"Thank you guys." She tried to smile but it game out as a grimace.

"You are practically family now," winked Bill, as he placed his plate in the sink.

"How so?"

"I'm just saying." He left before saying another word.

"Bill! You can't just leave like that and leave me hanging!" but he was already gone.

"Why am I sensing everyone knows something I don't?" she frowned. Fleur tensed up, picking up her plate, avoiding her gaze.

"Fleur?"

"Lena please don't," she pleaded, holding up her hand as if that were to stop her from questioning.

"I'll just go walk around, wondering what everyone is keeping from me," she feigned disappointment as she stood up to stretch. Fleur bit her lip but she gave in, sighing exasperated.

"Ok, ok! But you 'ave to promise I never told you!" She came closer, looking over her shoulder for Bill despite being gone. "Fred bought a ring!"

"A ring?"

"A wedding ring."

Lena gasped, as Fleur smirked and wagged her eyebrows.

"Do you know when he'll-"

"Lena, do you want me to ruin zat moment?"

She nodded her head causing Fleur to roll her eyes. "Today."

"What!" Lena choked on air as she sat back down, in shock.

"You 'ave to act like nothing," Fleur reminded her.

"Merci Fleur."

She stood up once more and headed outside; the day was gray, the air dry and stale. Sitting down she dug her feet into the moist sand, and took in the smell of the ocean. She thought over what Fleur had revealed to her; she was going to be asked for marriage. She felt overjoyed but something nagged at her that it wasn't the right time for a wedding with so much grief and misery happening. It was best to push the idea out of mind, and try to survive.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Bloody hell you scared me!"

"I'm not that ugly Lena."

"What are you doing here?" she questioned, ignoring his joke.

"I asked first," Fred smiled, sitting down next to her, staring at her new hair. "Like the new look."

She groaned, touching her hair; Fleur had turned it blonde, almost silver in color. "Fleur thought it'd be a good idea to change it. Pretend to be one of her cousins."

"It looks nice," he smiled.

"Don't lie."

"You look beautiful with any hair color."

Snorting she continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you."

"You shouldn't have, we could-"

"No one knows about this cottage," he winked. "We'll be all right."

Lena felt her stomach twist, regretting eating more than she could handle. "How are your parents?"

"They're fine. Death eaters-"

Her eyes widened in shock, "Death eaters?"

"If you would let me finish you would know they went to go check on Ron, or the goblin in the attic. Not you."

She frowned, "So they're ok?"

"Stop worrying Lena. They're fine." He turned his face away from her, irritated by her nerves.

"Don't get angry with me, you know how I'm-neurotic."

He nodded, his eyes on the dark sea. She placed her hand in his, comforted by his warmth as they remained silent, watching the gray sky darken, and listening to soothing water crash against the rocks.

"Let's take a walk." He suggested pulling her up. They walked quietly, something rare for Fred to do but Lena knew exactly why.

"I need to ask you something," Fred looked her, running his hand through his red hair, a nervous tick he had.

"What?"

"I know you always say these times are bad and whatnot, but-"he paused thinking of what to say next. Lena pretended to act normal but her heart was about to burst right through her chest as she waited for him.

"Lena, will you marry me?" His nervous brown eyes shifted towards her, waiting for her answer. She smiled, "Are you sure-"

"Am I sure? Of course I am, I wouldn't be asking you right now."

"You're not letting me fi-" but he interrupted once more.

"Yes I know, the times are bad but I don't care!"

"Then-"

"If you don't want to marry me then tell me. Stop making excuses and just tell me now."

"I-"

"We've known each other for six years."

"Fred-"

"And we dated for three of those years!"

"Will shut up for a second! I was going to say yes but you-"He didn't let her finish, his lips crashing on hers. He pulled away, shoving his hand in his back pocket, pulling out a silver ring.

"Fred it's beautiful," she whispered admiring it.

"It's not much but-"

"It's perfect." She extended her hand, letting him slide the ring on her finger.

"Well Mrs. Weasley, what's next?"

"First you should learn not to interrupt me again," she stated. "Because I'll leave you at the alter if you keep interrupting me during our vows."

He nodded, his eyes filled with joy and a big grin on his freckled face.

"Second, I don't want a huge celebration like Bill and Fluer's wedding. While it was beautiful, I like simple things. So just a small gathering Fred. And-"But he didn't let her finish, kissing his fiancé.