A/N: So, yeah, I know this is two chapters in one day, but when you're writing 50, can you really post too much at once?
Post DH (in case you haven't yet picked up on the pattern for how I write these…)
Dispute
"Come on, George. You know you want to."
George looked into Angelina's brown eyes, swallowing hard. Of course he wanted to. She had no idea how much he wanted to.
But that didn't make it right.
"Angelina," he sighed. "I…I just don't think I'm comfortable with it."
She rolled her eyes. "Never did I think they day would come that I would have to talk a Weasley into something." Putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head to the side. "Is it me?"
"What?"
"You want to, you just don't want to do it with me."
"That's not—"
"Because of Fred, am I right?"
He sighed again, closing his eyes. "Of course, because of Fred."
Without warning, she slapped him hard on the arm. "You git! Who else would Fred want me to do this with?"
"You don't think it's kind of weird?"
"What is kind of weird?"
Frustrated, George threw his hand in the air. "This! You and me! Together like this! I mean, you and Fred used to—"
"Used to, George. Fred isn't here anymore." She took a step closer to him, making George swallow again as he looked into her eyes. "I think he would want this."
He wanted to. He'd always wanted to, since they were at Hogwarts. He just didn't know if he had it in him.
Sensing his hesitation, she stepped back again, looking slightly angry. "Fine. Would you rather it be Alicia, then?"
"No, Angelina."
"How about Lee? Want me to call Lee?"
George didn't say anything to that one. Watching her passion, he couldn't help but smile. "Fine, but this is the only time. And if you call me Fred—"
"I won't. I've never gotten the two of you mixed up."
Smiling at one another, they took a step forward, slowing grabbing hands.
"Ready?" she asked.
He nodded, his heart beating fast. "Ready."
And with that, George and Angelina took off to ring the doorbell of the Shrieking Shack.