After that night of un-throttled passion between George and I, things got awkward really quick. What the hell were we thinking?, what was I thinking? How could I let my hormones lead us back to this. Oh man I am freaking out. I don't know what to say or do. I mean we were doing so good. We are getting along, taking care of Freddie together. Now we have went and complicated things. What does this make us? I told George not to over analyze this and look at me fretting. If only he weren't so damned sexy.

After the awkwardness then we couldn't keep our hands off each other. If we were home alone, Freddie was sleep, at a party, pretending to work on new inventions for the shop, helping Molly with Sunday brunch we would end up somewhere half naked or kissing fiercely, playing footsy under the table. It was like we had discovered something new about each other. We hadn't really. The only thing new between us was the son we shared. I said nothing to no one. I didn't want the questions to start again about love and marriage and more children. I just wanted it to be what it was for now. SEX and plenty of it. I don't recall if we were ever this lusty for each other while we were together the first time. I guess there is a different type of passion when it's a secret. I know this can't last long without someone getting emotionally involved and too many 'feelings' got in the way but call me selfish but I rather like us this way. No commitment no need to say, 'I love you' or 'you mean the world to me' because to be perfectly honest, it was unspoken. We both knew how the other felt but we choose, well I choose not to acknowledge it. I really think it's better this way. Now if I could only convince that little voice in the back of my head that screaming 'you're fooling yourself', then all really will be well.

We went to the burrow for the usual Sunday brunch I left to use the loo and upon leaving George was standing by the door. He had a devilish look on his face and all I could do was smile. He gestured for me to come with him to his old room and I followed. We were having one of our moments were we were alone and the mood was just right and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We both knew that at any moment someone could walk in on us but we were drawn each other. My mind was in a cloud. All I could think about was that this man always knew what buttons to push. We were kissing hot and heavy and why we didn't hear any footsteps is beyond me but all of a sudden the door flung open and Ginny appeared holding Freddie. We were at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say and I am quite sure George didn't know either we just keep looking at each other until Ginny broke the silence.

"Ron would be surprised but I figured it out three weeks ago when you both got missing at the same time. Now where is his bag he needs to be changed?"

Ginny always said she was the brains of the operation. She has known about us for three moths now and didn't say anything. Well it is probably for the best. I don't want this thing to turn into something that it is not. I really am not sure what to call it. Its not a relationship in the sense of one. It is the illusion of one. At least that is what I am going to keep telling myself. Well Ginny continued to keep our secret and we continued to play this game. Freddie was growing like a weed. He is now five months old and he is crawling and getting into everything that he can get his hands on. George loves him so much. You wouldn't think that this was the same man who tried to ignore his existence. I can tell that Freddie loves his 'da da' as that is the only thing he says and he will gladly hold his arms out for him even if I am the one holding him. Maybe it a phase or an unspoken man bond as George refers to it. I really love watching them together. Hmmm, I really love them both. Wow I think that was an emotion. I would have continued to think of it that way but somehow 'feelings' came by to visit. I wish he wouldn't have come knocking on our door.

We were having dinner when George pulls a box from his pocket and puts it on the table. "What is that?" I ask.

"It's your ring."

"What ring?"

"The ring I gave you the night before we went to fight the last battle, you know when I asked you to 'be my wife and give me an heir to the Weaslely throne, the ring that you accepted and said 'Yes'. The ring that you left with Bill when you decided to leave."

"Oh, that ring. Well why do you have it now?"

"Well, when I gave it to you then, it was because I love you and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. So, I am thinking that you should take it because I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. As you have already produced my heir I think we should go a step further and ….." I cut him off right there.

"George I can't take this. We are not even together. Well not properly. I don't know if I can commit myself to this. What if..." He cut me off.

"Why are you trying to make this difficult? I love you and I know you love me. Yes, its sudden but I can't think of anyone else I want to be with. Yes, I was an ass when you told me you were pregnant with Freddie, but hell I came around. I have been here for him and you since I came to my senses. I can't see my life without the two of you."

"Why do you have to make this anymore complicated then it already is? You told me that you loved me when you gave me that ring, then you turned around and shut me out just like I was a stranger. Now you want me to just except it just like we haven't been through anything."

"You always have to think the worst of me. Hey I fucked up, I'm sorry, but you are not going to keep throwing it in my face. I refuse to kiss your ass Angelina."

"I never asked you to. I told you not to over think this. I don't know what to call it just yet. I just..." I couldn't finish that sentence. I just looked at him. Tears in my eyes and he was red in the face. We just stared at each other to see who was going to blink first or say something first. The trance was broken by sounds from Freddie's room letting us know that he was awake from his nap. I immediately left the room to get him out of the crib and bring him into the kitchen with us. When I returned George had left. No doubt that I pissed him off pretty good. Damn why do I keep doing this. What the hell is wrong with me. Needless to say George didn't come back for a while. It was a good thing because I needed time to think too. After I feed, played with and gave Freddie a bath a put him to sleep and i sat at the table and just looked at that ring. That damn ring. It has caused nothing but trouble since the first time he slipped it on my finger now he comes back with it. The ring was just one of the problems. The other problem was the way I reacted. What was I expecting to happen, we have been having our little fling for a three months now. I should have known that someone would start feeling something. I can't think about this right now.