A/N: So here it is at long last – the Epilogue! It took me longer than I had expected to put this fic up – but it's done now. I may yet do a sequal, but I'm not sure. If I do, it probs won't be for a few weeks though – also, it depends on whether you guys want any more, or whether you think its best to end where I have.

Thank's so much for the review, alerts and favs throughout this fic =D

I'm not overly happy with this ending, but it wraps things up to some extent – I didn't want to go for the whole '10 years later and everythings still disney perfect,' so I wrote it like this instead, as I'm not sure what would happen between Reb and George in ten years (though they would still be together, I'm sure.)

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The Shop Girl

Epilogue

'Rebekah, what are you doing?' I looked up, surprised to hear my voice. I'd been hiding out in the backroom of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, working on George's latest joke product. Strictly speaking, George had wanted me upstairs all of the time – the over protective git – but that was far too boring.

'Working,' I replied idly to Lee Jordan, who was leaning against the door frame staring strictly at me.

'So I see.' He left the door and walked over to me, sitting on a large crate in front of me. I sighed under his gaze, knowing that he would not drop the subject. 'Reb, George is trying to protect you, not lock you away.'

'Could have fooled me,' I mumbled, placing down my pencil and leveling my green eyes to Lee's. I knew Lee was right, George wanted me upstairs resting. Keeping me out of the way was not a part of it, George himself had told me that he would love me to sit by his side all day. However, the shop was too crowded, and he was afraid someone might accidently knock into me. It was bloody ridiculous if you asked me. It wasn't like I was dying – far from it. Last time I checked, pregnant woman were still able to live.

I was five months gone, carrying our little baby Fred – we were both certain that it was a boy. George and I were not married yet, although he had proposed shortly after we discovered I was pregnant. A date was not yet set, for neither of us was in any hurry. We loved each other a lot, and had agreed that just because I was pregnant, we did not need to rush into a wedding. We wanted it to be the perfect day, and to rush would spoil it.

It had been two years since we had become an item, and actually, the entire Weasley clan was surprised George had not popped the question sooner. We had been almost inseparable for the first few months, but then we had learnt to carry on with our lives without needing to rely on one another constantly. For my part, I had continued with my muggle life as much as possible; seeing my friends and going out with them on weekends when we were not working. They did not know anything about the magical world, and it was safer that way. I trusted Meghan, Florrie and Malcom with my life, but I had decided that – although I had been given permission to tell them – it was best not to. I didn't want them to have to struggle with keeping such a big secret. One wrong word and they could accidently tell someone else. I didn't belive that they would, but by not giving them the option I knew that they would never have to worry that they might slip up.

Because of this, George and I had agreed that when we finally did get married, it would be as muggle as possible, so that my friends could come without suspicion. Authur seemed very pleased about this idea at least – the man adored muggles!

I had also begun writing again. It had taken me a while, but finally George had convinced me. I was glad he had, I had forgotten how much I loved writing. While I was working on a story, I could get lost in it for hours.

George had continued improving, and had become much more enthusiastic about his business. He had purchased another shop in Hogsmeade, formerly known as Zonko's Joke Shop and had reopening it as another WWW, as business was so fantastic. Hogsmeade's WWW was mainly run by Lee Jordan, as George spent most of his time in Diagon Ally so that he could be with me.

'Reb,' Lee sighed. He had come down to Diagon Ally to speak with George about a new idea, but had yet to get the chance as George was busy entertaining his customers.

'I know, Lee,' I sighed. 'And I don't blame him. But I'm sitting in the back room – it's empty in here, I won't get hurt.' Lee considered my words for a moment before nodding.

'I guess you're right. George is pretty over protective – but you can't blame him.'

'I know,' I replied. 'So,' I changed the subject. 'Have you had a chance to see George yet?'

'Nope, he's got quite a fan club. And I think you've got competition.' I narrowed my eyes which made Lee laugh. 'There's a little girl called Elizabeth who's stuck to George like glue, I think she was trying to persuade George to marry her when she gets older.' I couldn't help but laugh as I pictured George's face at the question.

'Lee, there you ar– Reb, what are you doing down here?' George entered the back room, a small blonde girl of about 8 was hiding behind his back – I guess she was Elizabeth.

'Now don't get mad,' I started. George rolled his eyes, but smiled at me to show that he wasn't mad. I suppose he did understand how bored I was upstairs, he was just so over protective that he didn't like to admit it.

'You can stay,' he answered my unasked question. I sighed in relief, glad that I did not have to return upstairs alone for another few hours. I had spent the morning writing, and whilst I was enjoying doing so, I wanted to split up my days and do something else.

'Whose your friend?' I asked with a small grin, nodding towards Elizabeth.

'I'm his girlfriend,' she spoke out proudly. My grin widened.

'Really?' I asked. 'Lucky you, you got yourself a handsome one there!' Elizabeth nodded in agreement and George chuckled.

'You should go find your mum now Lizzie,' he smiled, turning to face the little girl and crouching down to her level. She looked disappointed. 'I'll see you again real soon, I promise,' George said, pulling a pink Pygmy Puff from his pocket – I honestly don't know why the poor thing was in his pocket. 'Here you go,' he handed it to Lizzie. 'He's called George.'

'Like you?' Lizzie asked.

'Yup, just like me!' Lizzie ginned and accepted the gift before waving goodbye and hurrying back into the shop to boast to her mother no doubt.

'You're a natural with kids,' I commented as George walked over to where Lee and I were sitting.

'Not bad mate,' Lee agreed. 'Baby Fred will be lucky to have you.'

'Cheers, listen Lee, why don't you go upstairs. I'll be there in a min – Verity's handling the fort for a while.' Lee nodded, smiling wickedly as he looked between me and George. He got up and left the back room, pausing only to wink at me. I rolled my eyes.

'Honestly, did Lee ever grow up?'

'Did I?' George countered, with a smirk.

'True,' I grinned. George took my hands in his, smiling slightly as he caught glimpse of the engagement ring shining on my finger.

'What're you up to?' he asked me, glancing from my eyes to the notes on the table.

'Working on the Pocket Portable's,' I answered. The Pocket Portable's were George's new product; handy portable items that you can take anywhere – all of them pocket size.

'Just don't push yourself too much,' he said, turning back to me.

'George, I'm sitting down in the back room going over notes, not trying to climb Mount Everest.'

'I know... I just worry,' he confessed.

'And I'm glad you do, but please don't forget that I am still a living, breathing person. I need to do things, not be locked up in a cupboard.'

'Damn, I was so hoping to keep you locked up,' George mumbled, leaning closer to me.

'Don't be dirty,' I scolded seconds before his lips crashed against mine in a passionate and loving kiss.