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Processing

George stood by one of the shelves that he had started to pass by, the item was something Fred had suggested. He looked above the shelf and saw Ron's head above another shelf a few rows away; he was talking to a customer. Verity was probably up front to stay by the register. As he picked up the item to look at it, his found that his mind was elsewhere, no longer at the store.

Angelina.

That hug.

It was a nice hug. Angelina and he had hugged before, but it wasn't like that. Before it was just a friendly play around kind of a hug, this time…it felt like they were both holding on. If anyone else had seen them they would have said that he and Angelina had stayed in the embrace for much longer than was necessary. Although with that hug last night…it was necessary.

That hug had allowed him to rest somewhat peaceably for most of the night. Then came the early morning where he woke with thoughts of Fred and that he should be the one there enjoying Angelina's hugs…but he wasn't.

He was still dead.

Still gone.

George set the item down and continued down the aisle.

As he was walking he heard the door open, customers were coming in. He continued to the end of the aisle and turned towards the door. Angelina had just come in. He was surprised as he felt a smile cross his lips.

"Angelina." It wasn't loud, but effective. She turned immediately at the sound of her name. She headed straight toward him, "Hey Ange."

"George, how are you?"

"Fine." Was all he managed to get out, but in truth, upon seeing her he felt…better. "How are you?"

"I'm…good."

"So, not that I don't want you here, but…well…I thought you had work?" He sincerely hoped Angelina wouldn't think he was trying to get rid of her. He pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he focused on what she was saying.

She shook her head, "No…I mean I know. Ginny told me to met her here, we're going to lunch together."

"Ginny?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't seen her."

"I can wait. Do you need help with anything?"

"I was just…yeah, come on."

Angelina followed him behind the counter that held the registers. Verity turned to give George a curious glance, "I'll be in the back."

"Alright." She gave a small smile.

George and…they were right to have hired her, she was just what this store had needed. She was reliable and trusting. She hadn't liked You Know Who, which was a must to start with. She took in the fun and jokes very easily, but wasn't a prankster herself. They had been one of the few hiring and she had needed a job. Verity seemed to know enough of…them, that she understood their moods. When they needed a break because they had an idea she immediately came to the front without question. And she had come back afterwards.

George continued into the back as he thought of the other worker out there…Ron. There were still two Weasleys working here he thought grimly. Not that he wasn't happy when Ron had joined the team; he had just wished it would have made for three and not two.

He finally realized that he had stopped walking a few minutes ago and was just standing and staring. He looked over at Angelina, "Sorry."

She shrugged, "It's okay George. Did you need some time off? I could stay—"

"No, I need to be here."

Nodding she looked around the back room that they were in, "You haven't been back here since…" She trailed off still eyeing everything.

"Don't have a reason too."

"I see."

George went and sat in one of the chairs, "But I have come back here a few times since Fred…"

Angelina went over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder, "George, it's okay."

His eyes slid closed without him realizing it. "Thanks Ange." He murmured.

"Angelina? George?"

He opened his eyes and saw his sister standing in the door, "Ginny."

"Hey Ginny."

"Are you ready for lunch Angelina, or do you want to stay here?" She grinned mischievously.

"No I'm ready." Angelina's hand slipped off of Georges' shoulder, "I'll see you later."

"Alright."

Angelina and Ginny were at a small café, it was quiet and the clouds just barely covered the sun. They hadn't said much on the way to the café, but they had ordered now and were just waiting for their food.

"So, how are things going with you?" Ginny asked taking a sip from her drink.

Angelina shrugged, "It's going. Not much is going on though. Just the same old. What about you?"

"Wonderful." Ginny paused and looked down, "You know you're doing wonders with George."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think George is dealing with Fred's death a lot better thanks to you."

"I haven't done much."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at the dark girl in front her, "Oh really?"

Angelina looked away from Ginny's eyes, "He's helped me." She quietly whispered.

"Ang, I…I didn't mean that you weren't affected by his death, I mean you two were…"

She noticed Angelina's breathe pick up a little before she answered, "A little."

"Come on you can't tell me that his death only affected you a little?"

"Ginny, how can you talk so calmly about your brothers' death?"

Ginny was silent for a moment, "Because it's necessary. I do have almost all of my family, I miss Fred. I'll miss Fred forever, but I don't think Fred would want everyone to stop living because he did."

"I know. And George knows."

Ginny pursed her lips, "But you two are still having a hard time."

"What are you getting at?"

"Nothing. I'm just…I'm glad you're here. With us. With George. And…"

The red haired girl paused unsure of how to go on. Angelina just looked at her. Her temper was a bit better ever since…Angelina was coping and Ginny could tell. But the one that she was really worried about was George. Whenever he was with Angelina he seemed…better. It was hard to explain it, but it somehow made sense…George and Angelina, both extremely close to Fred, of course they would find comfort in each other.

Angelina finally spoke, "And?"

"Nothing right now."

Angelina raised an eyebrow at Ginny but didn't say anything else and their lunch continued in silence with only a little bit of conversation here and there.

George looked at the clock, today had been one of those days.

Long.

Unbelievably long.

Of course they had customers, but it didn't do anything to pass the time. He then thought back to when Angelina and Ginny had left; he had so badly wanted Angelina to stay. He knew it was selfish. Selfish and ridiculous to want her to stay with him. He knew that it made sense and yet he couldn't not think about it. It didn't make any sense…or did it?

He realized then, he had become very dependent on her.

Angelina.

His brother's wife.

Fred's wife.

And yet, George knew that she had helped to fill the empty void that had been torn out of him and tossed aside uselessly. The empty void that seemed all the more better with Angelina around. Shaking his head he decided that he needed to keep his thoughts on other things. Although the problem was that he couldn't help but slip into thoughts of Angelina. He would see something that would remind him of Fred, or Fred would just cross his mind, as it always did, and then Angelina would be there.

He shouldn't feel like this, but he somewhat needed her.

What he should do is let her go. Allow her to live her own life instead of staying in the misery that was now his existence. George shook his head, he shouldn't be thinking things like those. Angelina was miserable as well as he was, there was no denying that. But he felt better when she was there, and he knew that she seemed better as well, which could be because he was Fred's twin.

George stopped the thoughts from coming. This was ridiculous, he knew that. He had to focus on other things, like running the store. He sighed and continued working on fixing up the shelf.

Angelina hadn't gone back to the store after hers and Ginny's lunch, instead she decided to go for a walk. She didn't really do much thinking until near the end. She realized that she was using George. Using him to make herself feel better. George shouldn't have to be reminded of Fred just because she was there. She was sure that he would be better on his own…better without her.

A part of her was upset at the idea of leaving George, but she knew that he would probably want some space. She was going to have to tell him that.

As soon as her mind solidified she looked up to see where she was at…of course, she was at his flat. She took a deep breathe and went inside.