Dear Readers,

I have been very very very bad. It has been close to a year since I last updated this. I'm am starting to work on it again, since it is summer and all. I might actually have some time to work on it during the school year, since I am taking a creative writing class. So I will plan while I am not doing anything in that class. I know what the next few chapters are going to be. In three to five days I will post the next chapter.

"I think you should keep that," Alicia said

"I think you should keep that," Alicia said. She remembered when George had asked everyone to chip in a little bit so he could afford it. A tear fell down George's cheek. He turned away from Alicia, not wanting her to see him this way. She snuck around him and gave him a kiss on his tear stained check.

Paris

Lee stood outside of Angelina's door. He was double and triple checking his appearance before he knocked on the door. Alicia opened the door. Lee stood in awe. She was wearing a light brown shirt with a pail green tank top showing at the neck line and on the trim, a dark brown long skirt that flared out and came half way down her calf, with off-white flats.

"You look amazing," Lee said in awe.

"Thanks," Angelina said, blushing. She had thought that she was overdressed, but was reassured by Lee's khaki pants, purple striped dress shirt, and sport coat. "I'm not overdress, am I?"

"No not at all. Paris is a formal city."

Lee took Angelina's hand. He tried hard to resist, but he just couldn't. He grabbed Angelina by her hips and kissed her passionately. Angelina returned this kiss. After several minutes, Lee looked at his watch.

"Oh, we better get going, or we'll miss the Chunnel."

Angelina nodded, turned, and closed her door. She locked it with a spell, and took Lee's hand. Since the were running low on time, Lee apparated them to a wizard shop not to far from the Chunnel.

"Come on, we have to rush."

Lee took Angelina's hand and didn't let go as they ran together, out of the shop and a few blocks down the street. They arrived only seconds before the train pulled out of the station. Angelina chose a seat. Lee sat next to her and pulled out his wallet to count the money they would need to pay for the ride.

"Lee, you don't have to pay for me."

"Yes I do. Now you are not allowed to even try to pay for anything tonight you hear," Lee said, raising his eyebrows at Angelina. She blushed and giggled.

A man came around to get their money.

Angelina leaned against Lee. She shivered slightly.

"You cold?"

Angelina nodded. Lee took off his sport coat and put it around Angelina's shoulders. He held his hands on her shoulders for a few seconds. She leaned against his muscular chest and listened to the soft beating of his heart. She soon fell asleep to the sound. He kept his arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

An hour later Angelina woke up. Lee's hand was still around her, but Lee was asleep. His head hung back on the seat, and she could hear his quite snoring and smiled at the sound.

"Lee," she whispered.

He stirred and opened his eyes. Angelina smiled at him.

"We'll be in Paris in twenty minutes."

"I guess we fell asleep."

"I suppose so. So," Lee started, sitting up, "what do you want to see?"

"Well, actually, I'd rather just wander the city."

"Alright, then. I'll bring you to my favorite little café. It is right along the Seine, and has the most amazing food and wine."

"Sounds amazing."

Lee led Angelina though the empty streets of Paris. As they passed the Louvre Angelina pulled Lee to a stop and whipped out a camera that she had put in her bag. She took a quick picture. Lee led her down towards the Joue d'Orange. It was still light out, and neither of them was hungry, so they sat underneath a tree on a blanket Lee conjured, and watched children play, and fat pigeons attempt to fly.

"You hungry?"

Angelina nodded.

"Alright then. My favorite café is about a fifteen minute walk from here, but there is a café right there, so if you are really hungry…"

"I'm really hungry. I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."

"Alright then."

They walked across the park and sat down at a little table for two. The waiter came around. Angelina didn't understand as Lee and the waiter quickly conversed she looked at him in awe.

"What?"

"Nothing. How long have you known French?"

"A few years. I learned it over the summer when my parents got the restaurant. Actually…"

Angelina listened to Lee's story, every few seconds getting lost in how amazing he was. She had never noticed him before George dies. He had always been the reject in the group. She didn't even know if he had ever had a girlfriend. They had always been friends though. She could think of hundreds of times when she was down and he had made her laugh. Fred and George had made her laugh to, but it was different when they did it. It was effortless for them, but Lee was not as much of a natural comic as they were.

"Voila!"
Angelina looked down to see a strange looking sandwich topped with cheese.

Lee laughed.

"It's called a crauque monsieur. It is very good. You'll love it. Make sure to use a fork and knife. Of you'll get cheese all over yourself."

"Thanks for the warning."

They both finished their sandwiches enjoying a debate over which painting they liked the most. Lee stood up and walked over to Angelina.

"Would you like to see the apartment that my parents have for late nights?" he whispered in her ear as she got up.

"I would love to," she whispered back.

He took her hand and led her in an unknown direction.

So, three to five days and I'll update. REVIEW PLEASE!!