Angelina was so beautiful where she was straddling me and rocking her hips forward firmly. I liked watching her as she bounced up and down, exciting herself. This was only round two and she was still so full of energy. I watched her in amazement, feeling the tightness of her womanhood hug me. We fit so perfectly, like hands in gloves. I was about to lose it when she started moaning almost violently. She quaked and I felt her tighten even more. I climaxed beaming at the beauty of Angelina's orgasm as she trembled and pulled her hands through her thick dark curls. My hands were sweating bullets where I had them rested on the quilt. I couldn't fight the urge to touch her and ran my hands slowly down her body. We'd made a royal mess, which I quickly discovered when Angelina toppled off me and fell to her side. I thought it was about time to wash the sheets, anyway. Our love was earth shattering; I'd never had a woman like Angelina. Her body was thick in all the right places, yet she was still so supple and petite in an athletic way. She had strength and I could see it in her toned legs and stomach. I about decided that she must've been a goddess, sent from above and beyond. But it wasn't just her body I loved; I loved her soul. I could see it through her dark eyes that never failed to shine and I could see it in the way she cared for me, the way she spoke. I could feel her feelings, yet I doubted she loved me as much as I loved her. I knew she was thinking the same thing as she panted, catching her breath, staring over at me. We'd both really needed this. It had been too long. It had been so amazing that I wondered if perhaps I had died and gone to Paradise, but I knew it was real as I lay on my side and cupped Angelina's thigh, where I could feel the heat emanating off her skin.

"Oh my—oh my word, George Fabian Weasley…that was the best sex I've ever had," she said, still catching her breath. I smiled contentedly and squeezed her thigh. She laughed as I closed in on her and rolled over so that I was on top of her again.

"Another go?" I asked, still trying to catch my own breath. Angelina groaned and then laughed.

"I think I really need a break now," she said finally, placing both hands on my cheeks. We smiled at each other for a while, dripping in one another's sweat. Even like this, she smelled beautiful to me. I was insanely in love with her. We started kissing and it was very sexual kissing, but we were both too tired to have a third go. Either way, it was nice to feel her arms wrapped around me, rubbing my back.

"I love you so much," she said, caressing my hair. I turned my head to kiss her wrist.

"I love you more," I said, pressing my head to Angelina's. She closed her eyes, a content woman. For a while we talked about the decorations that we wanted for the wedding. I was asking what type of flowers she wanted and she didn't answer. I looked over to find her asleep. I stood up from the bed carefully and put my boxers back on, on top of her loving essence which I still felt to be tangible on my skin. I stepped out into the kitchen and with a flick of my wand caused the envelopes to float towards the window where three owls were already waiting to start delivering them to prospective guests. I stood at the window and stared out of it at the people down below in Diagon Alley. As I watched the owls fly off, I started thinking of my brother again. I wished one of those invites could go to him. I wished he could be here for me. Even after all of this time, I'd find myself in moments where I missed him. I smiled, remembering a joke he'd told me when we were children. Though I was laughing to myself, my eyes dripped with tears and I felt a pang of sadness. It hurt physically. I pressed my hand to my chest over my heart where I felt the sorrow.

"I love you, Frederick. You're going to be my best man, in here," I said, closing my eyes. The tears burned my cheeks. My heart pounded unstoppably. I sank to the floor and hugged my knees to my chest. The wind breezed through the open window in an eerie fashion; I swore it felt like someone touching me, the way it whipped through my hair and against my bare chest, like it did when I would visit Fred's grave and speak to him. Though I never got a verbal response I knew it was my brother talking back. And suddenly I felt a bit better. I took a deep breath, letting the breeze in and holding it there for a few seconds before slowly exhaling it. I kept my eyes closed and I could see Fred and I as little boys, running round the Burrow, Hogwarts, running together. I really could see it like a film playing before my closed eyes. I knew it was my brother's way of telling me he'd never left.

It was probably the busiest week since re-opening when I walked down the stairs from the flat, holding Angelina's hand. It was only two minutes after opening and there were at least thirty people in the store. At the landing, Angie paused and I smiled, turning to her. We'd stopped for our usual morning snog, the one we always shared before we went our separate ways for the day. I held her tightly as she stood up on her tip toes to kiss me. The thought of our wedding coming up had brought us even closer, if that was even possible. At times I already felt like we were one person. Reluctantly, I let her hand go as she walked through the customers and out the door. Harry and Ron were smiling at me in a funny manner.

"…What?" I asked, stepping behind the register.

"You two are head over heels," Ron said, rolling his eyes like he was going to pass out.

"I can't believe you're getting married."

"What? Jealous, little brother?" I smirked. Ron playfully punched my shoulder, counting change for the customer who'd just purchased a pygmy puff.

"At the rate things are going, you'll be filthy rich by the end of this fiscal year," said Harry. I was happy about that and I couldn't have lied. After I'd purchased Angelina's engagement ring, I'd been wondering about a house—a real place, just for the two of us. Angie had been working so hard that she was under more stress than I'd ever seen, taking naps on her lunch breaks and falling asleep by eight in the evenings. She'd taken her mum's perfume shop over full time because her mother decided to continue working full time at the Ministry again, though I wasn't sure why and Angelina wouldn't tell me. I hadn't pried though, as I didn't want to cause her more stress than was necessary. Planning a wedding wasn't necessarily the least stressful of events. My day carried on with me showing new products to frequent customers, who I'd come to enjoy because they made having my own store worthwhile. It was nearly noon when Harry tapped me on the shoulder as I was coming out of the storage room.

"How's it going, mate?" I asked. I felt happy today, like nothing could have rained on my parade.

"Er, everything in the store is fine. But Angelina's not."

My smile dropped immediately.

"I mean, Ron and I just saw her run up to the flat. She was in tears and seemed really upset. Just thought you should know," Harry explained thoughtfully. I didn't waste my time in hurrying up to the flat. As soon as I opened the door, I could hear Angelina crying. It was an awful sound. It pained me to hear it and I felt my own eyes water with concern for her, my blood boil at the thought of someone doing something to hurt her. But as I closed the front door, I heard my bedroom door shut. I hurried over to it and turned the handle, but the door was locked. I knocked.

"Angel, what's going on?" I asked desperately. It was quiet then as she'd stopped crying. I tried to open the door but it was no use.

"Angie, please talk to me. What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," her voice came out calmly.

"…Then let me in," I said. I could've used my wand and unlocked the door, but at the same time I wanted not to pry and bother her.

"I-I'm fine, George. Just go back downstairs," she said. I heard a sniffle and knew that she wasn't okay.

"It's not," I said, "Just talk to me, baby."

I heard her sigh. I waited a few seconds and listened as she stepped towards the door, her heels clicking. Slowly, she opened it. I stepped through and Angelina pressed her face into my chest, her eyes red from sobbing. I moved towards the bed and she sat down. I knelt in front of her on the hardwood floor as she covered her face with her hands and stayed silent. I rubbed her leg comfortingly, kissing her hand.

"What's the matter?" I asked gently. She'd seemed perfectly fine earlier this morning. She took a deep sigh and I drew my arm around her, pulling her towards me securely. She shook her head and her face contorted into sadness. A wave of fresh tears poured from her eyes.

"Angie?"

"I got a letter this morning, from my dad."

I was curious then, and I felt angry the way I always did when I thought about Angelina's father.

"When he left, he went so soon that my mum never got his signature for the divorce papers. So technically they're still married, and I knew that when he left but there was more to it than that. I thought when he left he'd just stay out of my life! George, I don't know how, but he found out about the wedding…I don't care what he thinks but I know he'll want to stop it. And I'm scared because everything he's done with my mum for work, they're still tied, and he has control over the finances. I don't know what he's going to do, but I'm worried. The house is still in his name. He could take it from my mum."

I felt my eyebrows clench in pure rage. Why would that sorry excuse for a father have the nerve to come back and take away from her again? He'd already hurt Angelina enough by being a terrible father. I knew I had to be prepared for the worst, but I wasn't going to let the worst happen.

"He's not going to get shit. I'll make sure of that," I said comfortingly.

"What if he tries to ruin our wedding? He's a powerful man, George," Angie said, crying so much that I almost didn't understand her. I shook my head and held her hands tighter.

"I'm not going to let anything happen, baby," I said.

"But my mum will be all alone if she loses everything to him. He could ruin us."

I continued to reassure her that everything would be fine. Deep down I knew that I couldn't truly promise this but I had to do something.