21 Understanding

A/N: Okay… Ron/Hermione-sorted, Harry/Ginny-sorted (except the Luna thing), that leaves George/Angelina, Percy/Audrey and Sirius/Jessica (I haven't forgotten about them. Oh, and Luna… and Dudley's letter… if I've forgotten any stray story lines that need wrapping up, please remind me. Once again, thanks for reading and reviewing! This one is short, but I wanted to get it out there, as I just love Sirius in this. I hadn't planned for him to be in the scene, but he just popped in the door!

On with the story…

George Weasley knocked on the door with a distinct sense of dread. He dreaded telling Angelina the truth about their encounter at Hogsmeade years ago, when she had thought him to be Fred.

Would she accuse him of rape? Because that's what George felt like it was, at this point. He had bedded Angelina Johnson under false pretenses, and without her consent. At the time he had considered it a prank, and a brilliant one at that.

But now? Now that he had gotten to know her so much better, and had found his way into her bed legitimately?

He couldn't live with the fact that he had deceived her. His anxiety over his supposed betrayal of Fred had died down, since Fred himself had given his blessing, but George knew that there was no way he could make this thing with Angie work if he didn't go into it with complete honesty.

"Hey there, sexy," said Angelina when she opened the door. "I know you wouldn't be able to stay away for long!"
"Can I come in?" asked George in a sheepish voice. "I'd like to talk to you."

Angelina laughed. "You make it sound so serious! Lighten up, sweetie!" She pulled the door open as she stepped aside, making room for George to enter.

George stepped in cautiously. He was worried that once she knew the truth, Angelina may toss him out… literally.

"Look, if you're still worried about the whole 'Fred' thing…"

"It's not that," said George. "I sorta worked that one out."

"All on your own?" she asked with a chuckle.

"No," he replied. "Harry came by and gave me a kick in the pants."

"Harry Potter to the rescue, once again!" she laughed.

"Yeah," replied George. "He's a hell of a bloke."

Angelina led George into her kitchen, and poured hem both some tea. George took his cup and sat down at the table. Angelina sat down beside him.

"So if you're over that little tantrum, I reckon we're good now, yeah?"

"Almost," said George. "There's just one more thing."

Angelina rolled her eyes. "Do we really have to keep this up?" she asked in a tired voice. "Can't we just get to the good stuff?" She smiled suggestively at him and pulled her robe open a bit at the top, exposing some cleavage.

George's eyes got big, but he quickly reached over and pulled her top shut.

"Prat," she said.

"There's just something I need to get off my chest," said George, "before we can move on."

Angelina just sighed. "Can't we just skip it and get to the loving?" She reached over and stroked his chest. "Whatever it is, I don't care!"

"How could you not care?" asked a pleading George. "Angie, I raped you!"

Angelina burst into a fit of laughter. "Is this a joke?" she asked. "You most certainly have not ever raped me… it wouldn't be possible!"

"But I did it, just the same!"

"When?" she asked, "because as far as I know, I've been present every time we've ever had sex, and I never objected!"

"Yeah but the first time," he sighed. "The first time, you didn't know it was me."

Angelina stared at him blankly for a moment and he knew she was going to explode. Finally, a look of realization crossed her face.

"That night in Hogsmeade," she said. "That was you and not Fred!"

George just took a deep breath, sighed and nodded.

Angelina laughed at him. "I knew something was off that night!"

"I'm so sorry, Angie!"

Angelina grinned and pulled him over to her. "You've been a naughty, naughty boy… you need a spanking!"

George pulled away and gave her a puzzled look, but she just smiled.

"You still don't understand?"

George shook his head.

Angelina rolled her eyes and sighed. "When we were in school," she began, "you and Freddie were like the same person."

George shrugged and nodded. It was true enough.

"What you never understood was, I fell in love with both of you, " she said to him, taking his hands in hers. "The only reason I was with Fred, is because he was the one to ask me."

"So if I would have asked you first…"

"I would have been with you," she replied. "What I really wanted was for both of you to ask, though, which would have been brilliant!"

"Both of us?" he asked.

Angelina smiled and nodded, loosening the belt on her robe.

"Holy shite…"

"Now can we get with the loving?"

George smiled. "I can't think of a single reason why not!"

Angelina removed her robe, revealing nothing but red lacy knickers underneath.

A great while later, when their passion was spent, George lay on Angelina's bed, with his girlfriend curled into the crook of his arm, her head on his chest.

"You know," he began. "We'll have to name our first born 'Fred'."

"Yeah," she replied. "I know… I just hope it's a girl!"

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Harry returned to Grimmauld Place, completely knackered. It had been a very long day, and all he wanted was to kick back and relax.

He stretched out on the sofa and closed his eyes, hoping to take a nap. Before he could doze off, Sirius Black came bursting through the door.

"Good afternoon, Godson of mine!" he called brightly.

"Grrmpf…" Replied Harry.

"Long day?" asked a much too happy Sirius.

"Been to your old stomping grounds today," replied Harry. "I went and got Luna's Dad out of Azkaban."

"Really?" said Sirius. "Well I'll bet that she'll be very grateful, you know that gratitude sex is right up there with revenge sex!"

"Well," said Harry as sat up on the sofa, "there is that to look forward to."

"I still can't believe you're shagging them both," said Sirius wistfully. "I'm so proud!"

"Well, I'm not!" came the voice of Hermione Granger from the direction of the Kitchen. "How could you, Harry?"

"Hermione!"

"How could you cheat on Ginny like this? I thought you loved her!"

"I do love her!" he said pleadingly. "And I'm not cheating on her!"

"Well then what do you call it?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well," he began, the wheels in his head spinning. How can I explain so Hermione will understand? And then it came to him.

"If you went in to Arithmancy class for a test, and you looked in the book for the answers, that's cheating, right?"

"Of course it is," she said, "just like you cheating on Ginny."

"But if you went into class," he continued, "and Professor Vector told you that the test was 'open book', then it wouldn't be cheating, right?"

"Well, of course not, but why would anyone need an open-book test?"

"That's not the point," he said. "It's not cheating as long as you abide by the pre-established rule, that's what I'm getting at!"

Hermione gave him a snort of derision. "Sorry, Harry, but having sex with another girl is cheating."

"I really thought the open-book thing would work," said Ginny. "That was a nice metaphor."

"Ginny?" said a confused Hermione. The brunette then ran over and hugged Ginny. "I'm so sorry! I never thought Harry would do this to you!"

"Actually," began Ginny. "It's Harry who should be mad, I slept with her first."

Hermione backed away with her mouth in the shape of an O, unable to speak.

"And in truth, he only started sleeping with her at my insistence."

"Good god, this is better than Quidditch," said Sirius, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. Harry pasted him in the head with a cushion.

"Ginny, what are you saying?" asked a very confused Hermione.

"I'm saying that Harry and I are in a sexual relationship with Luna, and it was my idea."

Hermione stared at her open mouthed for a moment before speaking. "So you're a lesbian?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not a lesbian!"

"Bisexual, then?"

"No!" shouted Ginny. "I'm not bisexual, either! I'm very much Harry-sexual with an occasional side dish of Luna!"

"Ginny, if you're attracted to men and women, then you're bisexual!"

"I'm not attracted to men or women!" replied Ginny in an exasperated voice. "It's not about gender," she said. "It's about love! I love Harry and I love Luna, therefore I want to please them in every way, including sex!"

"Wow," said Hermione. "I never thought of it like that before."

"So, are they going to snog now?" Sirius asked Harry, drawing a glare from both Ginny and Hermione.

"No," replied Harry. "But if you don't shut up, they just might hex you."

"What?" Sirius asked in an innocent voice. "I think Hermione would make a fine addition to your harem!"

"I don't have a harem," replied Harry. "Besides, what would I do about Ron?"

Sirius mulled the question. "Yeah, I suppose that would be a problem, him being your sidekick and all."

"Are you quite finished?" asked Hermione shortly.

"Humph…" said Sirius, rising from his chair. "There's no need to be so pissy!" He turned and stalked up the stairs.

"Uggh!" cried Hermione. "He can be such a child sometimes!" She stalked back into the kitchen.

Ginny shrugged and plopped herself down on the sofa beside Harry.

"So how was your day?" she asked.

"Tiring," he replied. "I got Luna's dad out of Azkaban."

"That's wonderful," beamed Ginny. "Has she seen him?"

"Yeah," said Harry sleepily. "He didn't want to impose on us, so I set him up at the Leaky Cauldron; Luna decided to stay with him tonight."

"Oh," said Ginny, sounding a little disappointed. "Well that's nice for them."

"Yeah," said Harry with a knowing smile. "I miss her, too."

Ginny returned his smile and snuggled against him.

"How about you?" he asked. "How did it go with your mum?"

"It was intense," said Ginny. "But we eventually came to a compromise."

"A compromise?"

"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" she asked.

"Bad," he replied. "That way I've still got something to look forward to."

"We're postponing the wedding until spring," she said.

"Spring!" he shouted. "We can't wait till spring! We'll elope, tonight!"

"Don't you want to hear the good news, first?" she asked.

He gave her a scrutinizing look. "What is it?"

"Mum has agreed to let me move in with you until then," she said with a mischievous grin.

Harry broke out into a broad grin. "So…"

"I've spent all day moving my stuff in," she said. "I live here, now!"

"That's brilliant," he said. "Oh, I've got a letter," he added, pulling the missive from his pocket. "It's from Dudley.

Harry opened the letter and they began to read together.

Harry,

Mrs. Figg told me that you managed to beat the bloke who was trying to kill you. Good on you.

Mum and dad are settled back in the house, dad won't speak of you, but mum and me was wondering how you've been.

If you can, I'd like to meet with you for lunch this Saturday. I'll be at the Ice Cream shop by the park in Little Whinging at eleven. Your girlfriend is welcome as well.

All my best,

Dudley

"Wow," said Harry. Lunch with Dudders, that's a scary thought.

"We should go," said Ginny. "It might be fun."