Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, no matter how much I wish I did.

George eyed Angelina with apprehension. Their relationship was fairly new but they had been good friends for many years and he could tell something was seriously bothering her. Some things, rather. She never said anything, always responding to his concerned questions with a weary smile and a promise that she was alright. But she wasn't.

So far he had avoided saying anything about it, not wanting her to get mad at him. But George Weasley was not the person to tiptoe around things and he'd had enough.

"Angie." He said impulsively, a touch too loud. She looked up startled, bewilderment breaking through her sad expression. But her eyes…George knew something was wrong. She raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

She forced a smile. "Nothing." he gave a long-suffering sigh and she raised an eyebrow.

"You can tell me." He wondered if she could hear the unsaid I love you that accompanied that statement. Well that got a real smile anyways.

"It's nothing. Just stress." He looked at her skeptically and she sighed. He moved closer to her.

"You don't have to handle everything alone you know." And suddenly she was in his arms and sobbing and he was somewhat out of his depth but he put his arms around her and tried his best. "It's alright love." He whispered. "I'm here."

Eventually she pulled back from him, slightly embarrassed and wiping tears from her eyes. He caught her arm. "You are incredibly strong, but you don't always have to be. I'm your boyfriend and nothing you do will ever make me think you're weak. Everyone needs to break down sometimes, everyone needs someone sometimes."

She laid her head on his shoulder. "I just feel terrible." His arm went around her automatically.

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really." She whispered as she buried her head deeper in his shoulder. They sat in companionable silence for a while. "It's just…sometimes it's all just too much. Y'know?"

"I do." He responded quietly.

"Some customer made some stupid comment and it was the last straw. I just broke and all of my worst thoughts attacked me and everything hurt." He ran his hand up and down her arm comfortingly. "And I saw F-Fred's picture and then grief for everyone we lost added to it and I just…"

"Broke." He finished for her softly. "I get it."

She sat up a little and looked at him. "You do don't you." He nodded and gave her a sad smile.

"And who was the one who got me through Fred's death?" His voice cracked on his twin's name but neither of them commented on it.

"I did." She whispered.

"And did you think less of me for being broken and hideous and depressed?"

"Who are you calling hideous?"

He groaned. "Angie."

She smiled tentatively. "No. I loved you more." His eyes snapped to hers at the admission, throat suddenly choked with emotion.

"I love you too." He said roughly, fiercely. "So much. And nothing you do could change that. No matter how weak you think you are, I'll never believe it." And she was kissing him and she was still crying a little but he didn't care.

"So obviously we are taking the rest of today off, Lee can cover. What will make you feel better?"

"George…" She began to object but he gave her his best imitation of his mother and she ceased protesting. "I don't know." She whispered and it tore at his heart.

"How about sweatpants, ice-cream, tea, and one of those crazy muggle movies you like about the harry big-footed little people." This got the desired effect as she giggled.

"And cuddling?" She asked. He snorted.

"And cuddling." He agreed.

"Okay." They stood there staring at each other for a second. It looked like she was bursting to say something. She flung her arms around him, still sad, but not quite so much. He caught her and rested his arms on her lower back.

"Thank you."

"Anytime." And he meant it.