A/N: Thanks for the reviews!!!! I know that last chapter was almost brutally long, but I hope no one despised it. I actually don't know why it was so long, but I felt as though I couldn't skip right from when she got to Grimmauld Place to Christmas Eve…so that's why it's kinda so long….ok, hope you all like this chapter!!!

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Mrs. Weasley told the girls to go shower first while she made the boys clean up the extra bedrooms for Charlie, Bill and Remus and whoever else was going to spend the night.

Mira took the shower on the second floor next to the twins' room. She shed her clothes and turned on the water before looking through the various soaps, shampoos and conditioners Ginny had lent her. There was coconut-mango-guava, passion fruit-mango-papaya, jasmine-green tea-passion fruit, honeysuckle-orange, Vanilla Spice, Christmas spice (which Mira couldn't exactly point the smell, except that there was a tinge of what could only be pine needle to it), Pumpkin spice, Peppermint Mocha (which Mira could have sworn she drank last Christmas), and Madame Passion's Desert Collection, the label of which read, "For those women who like to be desert!" (Mira stuck her tongue out in disgust and almost gagged at this). "Whatever happened to good ol' strawberry or citrus?" She finally decided on the coconut-mango-guava collection, while not holiday themed, she wouldn't smell like something Molly was making for desert.

Mira took her time to scrub thoroughly and lather and rinse properly. While she didn't need to impress everyone (or anyone in particular), she wanted to look nice enough. Besides, she and George were just friends.

She had just stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on the door. "Just a second!" She wrapped the large fluffy towel around her body, her hair messy and still damp, and opened the door to face George. "Oh, sorry George, I'll be out in a moment."

George smiled, obviously trying his hardest not to look her up and down, although he was dying to do so, "No, no, it's all right. I just figured it'd be Ginny in here and I'd have to give her a hard time is all."

Mira smiled, noticing he wasn't wearing a shirt, his chest glistening because of all the cleaning he had been doing, but she tried not to stare for too long. "Well, I'll be out in a second. Don't want to be late for the party, now do you?"

He smiled and slowly walked away, wishing that he could just snog her senseless right there in the bathroom, but knowing that they had to be friends for a while first, to rebuild their trust and all that nonsense. Mira closed the door, and taking a deep breath, gathered up her things, did a drying spell on her hair and walked back upstairs to start getting ready.

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"What color dress are you wearing, Hermione?"

The girls were all in their room, trying to decide on what to wear to the party. Ginny and Hermione were having a difficult time picking out a dress that was decent enough for a family Christmas party, and yet that their respective boyfriends would enjoy.

"Well, I have a blue one, a red one or a black one here, but I'm not sure. Ginny, what color are you wearing?"

Ginny went to the closet and pulled out a bundle of dresses, "Well, I have all these, but oh! I don't know what I want to wear!!"

Mira smiled, pulling out three dresses of her own from her bag, "Just try them on, and we'll tell you which one we like the best."

Hermione smiled, "But Ginny, I think that purple one would look lovely on you."

Ginny made a face, "It won't clash with my hair?"

"Try it on!"

Ginny pulled it on over her head and looked in the mirror, "I think I better stick with black, don't you think?"

Hermione frowned, "On Christmas?"

Ginny giggled, "Oh, Hermione, no one's gonna care!"

Mira smiled, "Try the black one on. And Hermione, I think you should try on that white one. It looks really cute."

Ginny tried on the black dress, and Mira and Hermione both grinned before Ginny even had a chance to look in the mirror. "Oh, it's gorgeous, Ginny!" Ginny smiled, turning around in front of the mirror, "Yea, I do like it. And Harry will too, right?"

Mira smiled, "And your brothers won't kill him, because it's not too risqué."

"Just risqué enough!" It was a sleeveless, scoop neck, black satin dress that wasn't too curve-hugging, but tight enough that her curves were visible, and ended a little below mid-thigh.

The girls laughed, and Hermione tried on the white dress like Mira had suggested. "Oh, Mione, you look fantastic!"

"Brilliant!"

Hermione blushed slightly and looked in the mirror, "Yea, I think I like this one." It was a simple white dress with ¾ length sleeves, and a deep v-neck. It flared out slightly right below her bottom, and ended at about her knees.

Ginny laughed as Hermione turned around in front of the mirror, "Nice cleavage!" Hermione swatted at her and Ginny said again, "And look at your bum!"

"What about my bum?" Hermione's face got bright red as she tried to look at her bum in the mirror.

Mira laughed, "Your bum looks great, Hermione, now stop trying to be so modest!"

Hermione opened her mouth to protest, but Mira held up her three dresses, "Which one should I try on?"

"Oooh, the green one!" Ginny said, "it looks like it would match your eyes perfectly!"

Mira made a small face, "It's not too cliché that I'm wearing green on Christmas?"

"No! Especially a green like that!"

Hermione inspected the dress, "I wouldn't even call it green, I'd say it was simply emerald!"

Mira rolled her eyes, "Yes, yes, fine I'll try this one on. I only just bought it a few weeks ago."

"You were gonna wear it out with Oliver?"

Mira frowned as she stepped into the dress, "I'm not sure," she paused as she pulled the dress up, "a girl can't just buy a nice green dress every once and a while?"

Neither girl had a response aside from, "Mira, that looks amazing!" and "You look gorgeous!"

Mira looked into the mirror and smiled, "Yea, I like green."

"George is going to drop dead when he sees you!"

Mira frowned slightly, "I'm not trying to impress him."

Hermione rolled her eyes and Ginny snorted, "Please, yes you are."

Mira couldn't help but smile at the younger girls, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to show him what he was missing, right?" She too turned around in the mirror. Her dress was a lovely shade of emerald, a sleeveless v-neck dress that showed the littlest bit of cleavage to grab someone's attention, and ended slightly below where Ginny's hem was, but above Hermione's. It fit her perfectly, snug in all the right places, but not so tight that she couldn't move properly.

They all took off their dresses so they could do their make-up and hair more easily. They started to put on their make-up in silence, each in their own mirror until Hermione complained, "I hate putting on make-up!"

Ginny walked over to Hermione and said, "Merlin, Hermione, let me do it for you…" she pulled a protesting Mira over.

"Don't look at me, I don't enjoy putting on make-up that much either."

Ginny sighed dramatically, "Honestly you two…" Ginny started to do Hermione's make-up, and Mira, going to her bag, got out her iPod and her small iPod speakers. "What on Earth is that?"

Hermione attempted to roll her eyes, but Ginny scolded her. "It's a Muggle music player." Mira set it up, and started to play some techno songs.

Ginny laughed, "Lovely, Mira. Do you have any Christmas songs?" And with that, Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime" started to play. "That's better."

Mira went to stand behind Ginny to look at Hermione. "I think Fred's going to drop dead when he sees you, Mione."

Hermione blushed and said shyly, "I hope not dead."

The other two girls laughed and Ginny asked, "Hermione, why are you so shy about all this with Fred?"

Hermione smiled, looking away from both of the girls, "I don't know really, maybe it's just hard to believe that he finally, I don't know, noticed me and all."

Mira and Ginny laughed and decided to drop the subject, not wanting to make Hermione any more uncomfortable. While Ginny was finishing up Hermione's make-up, Mira sat in front of another mirror to work on her hair. "What do you guys think?" she asked when she had finally done something with it.

"Wow," was all Ginny could say. Mira's dark hair had been pulled back into a tight, chic, ponytail, with an almost perfect poof. "Mira? Wanna do my hair?"

Mira laughed, "Course, Ginny, what do you want?"

Mira played around with Ginny's hair, and they finally settled on a low messy bun that perfectly complimented the cut of her dress. Hermione had done her hair in soft curls that fell to a little below her shoulders.

Mira started to do her make-up when Ginny said, "You should really do your eyes smoky."

Mira looked at Ginny in the mirror, the girl was doing her make-up in the mirror behind her, "I don't know, I think it'll be a tad bit dramatic for Christmas," Hermione nodded her agreement with Mira. "Maybe just some mascara and black eyeliner." Ginny shrugged and continued to do her own make-up, which was very dramatic, but looked perfect with her black dress and hair.

"Girls!!" Mrs. Weasley called from downstairs, "are you almost done?"

"Just a minute, Mum!"

"Well, hurry up, the boys are already down here!"

"Perfect," Ginny said to Hermione and Mira as she adjusted her dress slightly.

Mira rolled her eyes playfully, "It looks perfect, Ginny. Harry will love it."

Ginny smiled and opened the door, Hermione following after her, and Mira taking her time, followed after Hermione.

The boys weren't waiting at the bottom of the stairs like Ginny would have liked, but no one really expected the boys to "know" to do that. They met up with the boys in the kitchen, and while Mrs. Weasley's back was turned, Hermione kissed Fred, and Harry Ginny. When Mrs. Weasley turned around to say that Remus was in the living room with Tonks, Mira watched as Fred whispered into Hermione's ear and she blushed slightly. Fred smiled knowingly, and looking up at Mira, winked. Harry was whispering something in Ginny's ear, but unlike Hermione, she didn't blush, only smiled.

Mira walked over to George and Ron who were talking in the kitchen and welcomed, "Well, Happy Christmas Eve, roommates. What say you we go into the living room to greet Remus and Tonks."

George was caught off guard by Mira's dress, and couldn't help but stare Mira up and down, but she didn't notice. Ron, however, also seeing how good Mira looked said rather daftly, "Wow, Mira, you clean up nice!"

George, who was on the other side of Mira slapped his younger brother up the side of his head. "You twit, that's not something you say to a lady!"

Mira smiled crookedly and turned to Ron, "But thank you anyway, Ron. I think I know what you meant," she looked at both boys in turn and before they got to the living room said, "and you two look quite dapper, I might say. Lovely dress robes."

Ron's ears turned red at the tip and George smiled, "Why thank you, milady."

"George! Ron! Lovely to see you! Happy Christmas!" A young witch with short, platinum blonde hair jumped up from the couch to hug the two boys in turn before turning to Mira. "And you must be Mira Dean, the newest member of the Order," she looked back to Remus who nodded, walking up behind her, "and I hear you're a terrific detective."

Mira smiled, "Thanks, Tonks, right?"

Tonks nodded, "Aye, lovely to meet you," she gave Mira a hug, "and, I love your dress!"

Mira smiled, "Thanks, but I absolutely, adore yours!" And Mira did, it was a deep purple with a cinched middle area and a shallow v-neck. "And hello to you too, Professor."

Remus rolled his eyes and gave Mira a hug, "Miss Dean, what have I said about calling me Professor?"

Mira smiled cheekily, "Not to call you Professor, Professor."

The group continued to talk for a little while longer, and soon Fred, Hermione, Harry and Ginny arrived. The front door opened and shut, and Mr. Weasley came into the living room. "Sorry, everyone, didn't mean to be late, but it's just been so busy down at the Ministry with all sorts of nonsense, and oh! Hello, Remus! Tonks! Mira! So sorry I haven't been able to see you yet, you've been staying her for how many days now?" He shook their hands before Molly came in to tell him to go wash up and change. She announced that Bill, Charlie, Fleur and Charlie's new girlfriend, Abigail would be arriving soon.

Mira felt a hand on the small of her back, and felt George whisper into her ear, "Want a drink?" She looked around and noticed that nearly everyone else had drinks.

Trying to keep the quiver that she was sure he would be able to hear in her voice down, she replied softly, "Yea, if you don't mind," and when he walked away, the heat from his hand on her back disappeared.

She tried to jump back into the conversation she was having with Tonks and Remus about the latest Order developments, but was unable to really focus. Remus noticed, but chose not to say anything, realizing that it most definitely (probably) had to do with George.

George came back a few minutes later with two butter beers, and was about to rejoin the conversation when Molly squealed, "Charlie! Bill!"

Ron visibly rolled his eyes and declared, "And so the prodigal sons return."

"Oi, Ron! Everyone knows that George and I are the prodigal sons!"

"Aye, brutha! That we are!"

Everyone laughed, and soon Mrs. and Mr. Weasley were ushering in Bill, Charlie and their respective dates into the large living room where they made their greeting rounds.

Mira chided herself for being nervous to meet Bill and Charlie, and she was not exactly sure why she was so nervous to meet two more Weasley siblings; certainly they'd be just as lovely and nice as the others…

"And you must be Mira Dean," the taller of the brothers said.

Mira noticing his ponytail said, "That I am, and you must be Bill!" She shook his hand and looking to his right said, "And you must be his lovely fiancé, Fleur."

"'Ello," the delicate blonde said, extending her hand which Mira shook, smiling. The couple continued on to say hello to George.

Bill and Fleur had barely moved on when Mira was picked up off the ground by a tall, muscular man. "Oi, Charlie, put the poor lass down!" a petite brunette said from behind him.

Charlie put Mira down and took her hand, shaking vigorously, "Wonderful to meet you, Miss Dean!"

Mira grinned and shook his hand back just as hard, "Marvelous to meet you, Charlie!"

He leaned his head down to whisper, "Fred and George have told me so much about you in their letters, apparently they both adore you as a friend and colleague, but I think George might adore you as more."

Mira blushed slightly and whispered back, "And I adore them just as much," he stood up, grinning and she continued, "and it really is lovely to finally meet you. I was getting bored with those two," she pointed to the twins, "so I'm very much excited to have another Weasley man to amuse me."

Charlie laughed, even more amused that neither George nor Fred had heard. "I can see why they like you, Mira."

The petite brunette tugged on Charlie's robes, and came out from behind him. "Going to introduce me, Mr. Weasley?"

"Ah yes, Mira Dean, this is my girlfriend, Abigail Spencer."

Mira shook her hand, "Lovely to meet you, Abigail."

"Please, call me Abby. And yes, it's wonderful to meet you. Happy Christmas!"

Mira smiled, "You're dress is just beautiful Abby!"

Abby smiled. Her dress was a light sea foam, similar to Fleur's baby blue dress. "Why, thank you! You're too sweet!" she paused, "but goodness! Your dress nearly matches your eyes doesn't it?"

Mira felt like a painting being examined when Charlie too started to peer into her eyes, "Why, they do!"

George came up behind Mira, again putting his hand on her back, "Mira darling, are these two lovebirds startling you?"

Mira tried not to smile, "Why no, darling George, they were only admiring my beautiful eyes is all."

"And rightfully so," George replied, smiling. He turned to Abby, "And you must be Charlie's girlfriend, Miss Abigail?" He took her hand, kissing the top of it lightly.

Abby rolled her eyes playfully, "Why, George, you're just like Charlie described you."

"I hope you mean a dashing young wizard…"

Mira patted his arm, "Of course she does, darling! Don't you, Abby?"

Abby smiled, "Certainly."

The playful banter was cut short however when Mrs. Weasley announced dinner. To her delight, Mira found herself sitting in between Ron and Charlie. George was across from her and Fred next to him. Mira was not surprised however, to see that Fred was not sitting next to Hermione and Harry not next to Ginny as neither pair had still confessed to Mrs. Weasley that they were dating.

The wonderful dinner that Mrs. Weasley had made went by too quickly for Mira's liking, since the food was so delicious and the conversation and company was just as good, if not better.

They all retired again to the living room with after dinner drinks, and even though Ginny was not of age, her parents, ("Since it is Christmas,") let her have a drink as well.

"Mira!" Ginny came up next to her, "Why don't you go get that Muggle music thing of yours so we can listen to some Christmas songs!"

Mira agreed and she went up to her room to retrieve her iPod and speakers. She turned around to leave her room when she nearly bumped into George. "Oh," she said softly, clearly surprised, "sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

George nodded, and Mira noticed that he looked slightly nervous. He took the iPod and speakers from her and said, "I just wanted to say that you looked really nice tonight."

Mira smiled, "Thanks. You do too you know."

George smiled a little, "And I'm sorry if Charlie or anyone else is giving you a hard time with all this."

Mira shook her head, "No, not at all."

George nodded, not looking into her eyes, "Well, I just wanted to tell you that you looked really lovely, and well," he paused and Mira tried to get him to look into her eyes.

She put a finger under his chin to lift his head up, smiling, "And what?"

George shook his head, "No, that was all really," he smiled, "well, let's go back down than shall we? Can't deny these people their dancing!"

He walked out of the room, seemingly back to normal, but Mira stood in the room for a minute, utterly confused as to how George was acting. But could she blame him really? He had told her he loved her only days before, and now here she was, staying at his house, sleeping in the same room as him, and he was being completely gentlemanly and wonderful about anything. She felt slightly horrid, but she knew that they had to be friends first, and gain back one another's trust before they could be anything more again.

She came downstairs and heard Mr. Weasley, "Oh my, what is this Muggle contraption?"

"Well, it plays music, Dad."

"But, how?"

Mira smiled, and plugged the iPod into the speakers, turning on "Frosty the Snowman". "Mr. Weasley, I wish I had a better explanation than just that sometimes Muggle technology can be wonderful." He laughed at this, and she was glad.

They listened to Christmas music for a little while longer, sitting around the fireplace with their drinks and talking about everything they could without discussing the war. Than Ginny stood up and said, "All right, this is utterly depressing, Mira, put on some music so some of us can dance at least."

Mira smiled knowingly, and switched her iPod to her softer pop and swing songs so that whoever wanted to could dance. Nearly all the couples aside from Remus, Tonks and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley danced. Mira was sitting next to Remus, talking with him, Tonks and George, but she looked over to the other couch, seeing Ron, alone, staring into the fireplace and absentmindedly drinking. She excused herself and walked over to Ron, holding out her hand. He looked up questioningly at her. "Dance?"

"George won't mind?"

"Your Mum won't mind?"

Ron smiled, and taking Mira's hand, stood up to dance next to Bill and Fleur. He put her hands on her waist, and not as awkwardly as she would have expected. He clearly was not the Weasley boy Fred and George had always described him as, which she had noticed these past couple of days. She put her hands around his neck and sighed contently as a John Mayer song played. "Having a terrible time than?"

Ron smiled, and looked at Mira, having to lean his head down a bit, since even though she was wearing heels, he was still almost a head taller than her. "Nah, not a terrible time, but it's all just a bunch of couples, innit?"

Mira nodded, "You just got me and George, eh?"

Ron didn't really respond, "And I guess it being Christmas and in such terrible times and all, I'm not sure, I guess it just would have been nice."

Mira nodded, slightly crestfallen herself, "Yea, I suppose," she paused, "but hey, let's not be depressed, it's Christmas, yea?"

Ron nodded. "You do look really nice though."

Mira smiled, "And so do you, Ron."

"Even George said so," Ron looked to see how she'd respond.

Mira frowned slightly, "Let's not talk about him right now. Let's just…not." Ron nodded. Mira attempted to smile again and said, "And besides, we're trying to cheer each other up, right?"

"Yea."

Mira cocked an eyebrow and smiled with an almost evil glint in her eye, "Wanna go snog? Will that make you feel better?"

Ron tore his hands away from her waist and started to sputter, not exactly sure how to respond, "Well no, I mean yea, but I mean we can't, but not that I don't want to or anything, it's just that-"

"Ron? Everything all right?" George had walked over, noticing the commotion, especially since he'd been staring at Mira nearly the entire night.

"Wh-what, um yea! Everything's fine, I just need a-a a drink! Yes, that's it! A drink!" He walked quickly into the kitchen.

Mira started to laugh slightly, and noticed that George was still standing next to her. He held out his hand and grinned, "Care to dance, milady?"

Mira curtsied, "Why of course, dear sir." He put his arms around her waist, holding her closely to his body. She was slightly startled, but didn't bother to adjust their position. She rather liked the feel of his body up against hers. She put her arms around his neck, and could have easily rested her head against his shoulder, but decided against it. The song changed a few seconds later.

"Merlin, I love this song."

George listened for a second and whispered back, "What song is this?"

Mira smiled, looking over his shoulder into the fire, ""Angels" by Robbie Williams," she paused and laughed softly near his ear. She felt him shudder slightly against her. "When I was younger, when this song first came out, I remember I would always tell my dad that I wanted this song to be my wedding song," she laughed and shook her head embarrassed, "that's so girly and foolish of me. I hate it when girls always talk about their weddings."

"It's not stupid," he whispered hotly into her ear which caused her to shudder slightly, "I like this song so far."

Mira tried to control her emotions and thoughts and whispered back, "Than listen."

They continued to move slowly to the song. Some of his fingers outlined her lower back, and got dangerously close to her bottom. She could feel the heat radiating from his fingers and loved it. She felt foolish yet again for admitting to herself that she had missed his touch. Hadn't she promised she wouldn't be like those other love-sick girls? But all rational thought left her mind momentarily when some of George's fingers moved up and down her left side and he whispered, "Merlin, this dress is gorgeous on you," and she could feel him grow a little bit hard when he said this.

Mira bit her lip, which George saw and only made him grow harder, "George, just listen to this song," but she couldn't help it, and started to play with the top of his robe around his neck.

"But-"

"George, your entire family is here," she whispered back harshly. He removed his hand from her side and moved it back around her waist.

Once the song was over, Mira pulled away and George said, although obviously hurt, "I liked that song and I'm glad I was able to share it with you." Mira smiled and without a word went into the kitchen to get another drink which she brought back into the living room.

Mrs. Weasley came up to her and gave her a hug saying, "Mira dear, we're going to head to bed, so make sure this lot goes to sleep eventually."

Mira smiled, "Of course."

Charlie came up to her than and asked for a short dance, which she willingly obliged, seeing Abby dancing with Ron who was laughing at something she had said. "Abby's a lovely girl, Charlie."

"And George's a good bloke."

Mira rolled her eyes playfully, already completely at ease with Charlie, "I know Charlie. But surely you heard what happened between us."

Charlie nodded, "Course I do, but I saw you two dancing, and he's obviously very into you." Mira didn't respond expect to look out past his upper arm, which is where she came up to. "Not that I blame him, I mean, if I were single, or met you before that lot," he motioned with his head towards everyone else, "than you'd have been my girlfriend and all that."

Mira couldn't help but smile up at him, "Why thank you, Charlie. And if you were single, and I had not dated George, albeit for a short period of time, I'd have had my way with you."

Charlie let out a deep laugh. "But seriously," he looked down at her, his eyes completely serious, "he's a good bloke and probably never meant to hurt you. Maybe he was just subconsciously scared or something."

Mira nodded, "Maybe."

"Well, anyway, I should be off to bed," he called to Abby, "come along, deary, time for bed."

Everyone said goodnight to Charlie and Abby, and soon Ron, Bill, Fleur, Remus and Tonks went to bed too. "See you, roomie," Ron said when he left.

George asked Mira for another dance, and she obliged, not even paying attention to what song they were dancing to, but only to how close their bodies were. Neither of them even noticed that Fred, Hermione, Harry and Ginny had left to. Although they had probably been too preoccupied to say goodnight anyway.

Mira finally looked around and noticed that everyone else had gone, "Oh, George, everyone else went up to bed, maybe we should go-"

George whispered, "Oh, come on, one more dance, please?"

Mira nodded against her better judgment, and didn't say anything when one of George's hands came to rest on her bottom. She reached one hand to play with some of his hair at the back of his head and moved her pelvis a little which made him groan softly. "Mira," he whispered, "that dress…" and she could feel him again grow hard.

She bit her lip and shuddered when he again moved his other hand up her side and inched it towards her stomach. Since she was at the perfect level, she kissed his neck slowly and softly, but moaned when he moved his hand that was on her bottom to cup one of her cheeks to move her even closer to his body. He arched his neck slightly so she had better access, and this caused her breasts to move up against his chest and he groaned again, getting harder. "You're not wearing a bra?" he whispered hoarsely.

She shook her head, her cheek up against his cheek and went to kiss his ear, but his hand cupped her breast and she closed her eyes and moaned softly, causing him to grow harder. "George" she tried to whisper, but her breathing was coming out in hitches, "we really shouldn't be doing this."

"I know," he whispered back, but he continued to fondle her breast, "but this feels so right." He took his hand from her bottom and put it up against her cheek so she'd have to look at him. She opened her eyes slowly, her green-grey eyes staring into his own green-hazel. And before he could say anything, she was kissing him.

He moaned into her kiss, having missed her kisses immensely in the past few weeks. He tried to restrain himself though from getting too rough and passionate, seeing as they wouldn't be taking this anywhere else. They pulled apart after a few minutes, both breathing raggedly. "Merlin, Mira, this dress looks bloody fantastic on you," he whispered, resting his forehead on hers.

"Thanks," she blushed slightly, "but we should really get to bed."

George fell back to Earth. "Right, right. It is Christmas tomorrow. Wouldn't want to miss it or anything."

Mira's heart sank, seeing George obviously so upset, "George I'm sorry, it's just-"

George tried to smile, waving a hand and grabbing her iPod and speakers, "No, no, it's fine. I mean, I agree, we should wait a little while."

Mira nodded, "I think it's for the best."

"Course," they walked upstairs silently, and George waited outside the bedroom while Mira, making sure Ron was sound asleep (he was passed out), changed into her pajamas and than left the room to go to the loo while George changed. He was already in bed when she climbed in to her own bed. "Night," he whispered.

"Night," she whispered back, and curled up into a ball and willed to go to sleep. But she couldn't fall asleep, so instead, stared out the slit in between the curtains almost the entire night. George fared no better. He simply stared at Mira's sleeping form all night long.

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A/N: Well, I hope that was satisfactory for most! I hope you all liked the little fluff I added in, but also the terrible sadness that I threw in too. And I heard that Robbie Williams song today again for the first time in a while, so I figured I'd add that in. And I didn't use Remus as much as I wanted to, but oh well, this was long enough! And I'm glad I got to use Charlie a great deal…And I wanted to use Craig David songs too, but alas, maybe next time!

Please review!!