I started spending a lot more time at Fred and George's shop the following week, I'd even started helping them with a few things around the shop. I'd took it upon myself to sort out their messy inventory lists and I still managed to find time to sort out what I'd seen when I touched Harry.

I had gotten as far as figuring which Harry was who. Mundungus Fletcher was the Harry with Mad-eye, Harry was with Hagrid, Hermione went with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Ron went with Tonks, George was with Lupin, Fred was with his father and Fleur Delacour was with Bill Weasley. It took a few days to figure out who was with who, I was in a debate with myself about telling Mad-Eye about Fletcher. I needed to ask for a second opinion and soon.

At the moment, though, I was too busy trying to find a missing box of Extendable Ears. I sighed and rolled back on my feet before standing up straight, "Dammit, boys, keep better track" I muttered to myself as I walked out of the storage room at the back, I kept my eyes on the pages in front of me as I walked through the shop, "George, do you know you're missing a box- Oh!" I stopped dead when I saw that Angelina had slipped into the shop at some point and was standing rather close to George.

Angelina looked at me quickly before grabbing George by the shirt and pulling him in to plant a kiss on his mouth. George quickly stepped back, shock on his face. It wasn't hard to hide my disappointment, my heart tightened slightly and I was surprised I was even jealous. "Tee-"

"Fred!" George jumped slightly when I shouted, this was the first time I had ever risen my voice around them.

"I'm right behind you," Fred said and I whirled around, Fred had a look of shock on his face and he was staring at his brother.

"Get me out of here, please," I said quietly, Fred nodded and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, I flinched slightly at the action and Fred started walking with me to the front of the shop, "Get her out of here before we get back," Fred muttered to his brother as we passed.

I took a breath as soon as we were outside and ran a hand through my hair quickly, "Do you want to go grab a coffee? There's a small cafe just down here" Fred offered and I nodded wordlessly. I followed Fred down the street and inside a small slightly run-down cafe. One of the very few open shops in Diagon Alley, I took a seat in a corner while Fred went to order two coffees, I rested my elbows on the table and rested my head on my hands.

Why was it actually bothering me that Angelina had kissed George? In Angelina's eyes, I was George's girlfriend but we were only friends in reality. I did have a crush on George in our fifth and sixth year but I was too shy to actually do anything about it, so I did crush on him silently. But the feeling of jealousy is something I haven't experienced before. Not even when I dated Lee Jordan for a few months, I didn't get jealous when I saw other girls flirting with him so why is it that I'm jealous of someone kissing a friend?

"You alright, Celeste?" Fred asked sitting down opposite me and pushing a fresh coffee towards me. I lifted my head and wrapped my hands around the hot mug.

"You're missing a box of Extendable Ears," I said without thinking, I don't even know why I'm even worried about that. Fred laughed softly and I cracked a smile.

"That's what you're thinking about?" Fred asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Nothing else I can say though, I'm not George's girlfriend I have no right to be jealous" I slapped a hand over my mouth quickly and Fred just grinned.

"You're jealous?"

"No"

"Yes you are, you just admitted it!"

"Fred, I'm not jealous!"

"You are!"

I sighed and sipped my coffee, "Maybe? I don't know" I sat back in my chair and drummed my fingers on the table.

"You like him," Fred said bluntly and I rolled my eyes.

"Of course, I like him. He's a friend" I frowned and Fred raised an eyebrow at me.

"Bull," Fred said, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward slightly, "I know you had a crush on him in school, Celeste"

"What?" I said quickly and my cheeks flushed, "No I didn't"

"You liar!" Fred said with a grin, "You may not have told anyone, but I saw you looking at him. You only pranked George, you left me alone and you're blushing"

"Sod off!" I muttered and sighed, "I guess it never really went away" I added looking down into my drink. "I owe him my life, Fred, I just don't think it's a good idea to crush on the man that saved my life, I'll get over it"

"Celeste, it's been about four years now. It's not going to go away" Fred said and I rested my chin on my hand.

"Yeah, well. It has to"

"It won't"

"Shut up and drink your coffee" I muttered and sipped my coffee quickly. "And no. I'm not going to tell him"

"How did you-"

"Fred, I'm not stupid. I went to school with you and I've been around nearly every day since April. Don't insult my intelligence" I smirked at Fred's shocked face and sat back, "Think she's gone?"

"Maybe, you wanna go back?" Fred asked and placed his cup on the table.

"Yeah, I guess. I can't be out in the open for too long, remember?" I asked and Fred's eyes widened.

"Oh, yeah" Fred quickly got up from his seat and we started the short walk back to the shop, "I think he's crushing on you too, by the way," I snorted.

"Yeah, course he is" I rolled my eyes at Fred and he laughed.

"I'll prove it"

"How?" I asked and opened the door, the bell above the door jingled, announcing our return and George quickly appeared from somewhere.

Fred grinned and leaned in close and my body involuntarily tensed, "You'll see" he said quietly and George frowned seeing how close Fred was standing next to me. "I'm going for a nap, I'll see you later, Lettie" Fred waved as he walked up the stairs and George's frown turned into a glare.

"Since when has he had a nickname for you?" George asked quickly, Fred stopped walking and winked at me hearing George's comment. He quickly disappeared up the stairs.

I shrugged "Since today apparently," I said as I walked past George to pick up the parchments I had left on the counter, "You're missing a box of Extendable Ears, I couldn't find them earlier"

"Hang on, Tee, can we talk about what happened?" George asked quickly taking the inventory list off me, I suppressed a sigh.

"There isn't anything to talk about," I said quietly and jumped onto a counter, "I'm not your girlfriend"

"Neither is she" George added and I half-smiled.

"Would it matter if she was?"

George stepped closer to me and leaned his hands on either side of the counter, trapping me. My heart gave an unexpected jump and I felt the heat rise in my neck, "Of course, it would" George said quietly, his eyes scanning my face carefully before he smiled, "I don't like her"

"You don't?" I asked quietly, I looked down and started picking at my nails just for something to do so I wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Not even a little bit" George reached out and pushed some of my hair back from my face, I shivered when his fingers brushed my cheek, "Why did it bother you so much?"

"It didn't. Remember Angelina thought I was your girlfriend" I shrugged, "That's all"

"Look me in the eye and say it didn't bother you" George prompted but I just shook my head and kept my eyes on my hands, George's fingers brushed my cheek again and went under my chin, he tilted my head up so I had to look at him, but I avoided meeting his eyes "Tell me it didn't bother you"

"It didn't bother me," I said quietly and George laughed quietly.

"Look me in the eye and say it" I froze when George came a bit closer to me and I met his eyes, my throat locked and my heart was pounding. This was the closest I've been to someone since I got out of the Manor, George's nose brushed mine lightly and my head spun.

"It didn't bother me" I repeated and George smiled lightly, his thumb brushed my bottom lip and my brain short-circuited.

"It's a shame I don't believe you," George said, "Angelina kissing me didn't bother you in the slightest?" I shook my head quickly, my voice failing me. The smell of vanilla, leather and strawberries filled my senses and sent me back to our sixth-year potions class of Amortentia. I didn't know who that was back then but now it's staring me right in the face.

"You can kiss whoever you like, makes no difference to me" I finally managed to say and George dipped his head slightly, brushing his lips across mine lightly and all breath left my body when he pushed himself back and I didn't miss the smile he shot at me.

"Thanks for the permission," George said picking up the inventory list, "You should head home before Mum storms the place, I'll look for the missing box"

"Right" I muttered and slid off the counter, still stunned "I'll use the Floo if that's okay"

"Go for it," George said still smiling, I walked towards the stairs and paused with my foot on the second step, my earlier concern flying up.

"George?"

"Hmm?"

"About what I saw the other week" George turned his attention to me fully, "WIthout saying too much, I know about someone who dips and it ends badly for the other"

"Then tell them," George said instantly, "Look, I know you and I know the guilt would eat you alive if you didn't say anything so tell them"

"Thank you, George," I said and started climbing the stairs, "For everything" I added.

"Anytime, love" My stomach flipped and I felt slightly lightheaded as I walked up the stairs and almost jumped out of my skin when I saw Fred sitting on the sofa.

"I thought you were going for a nap?" I asked, running a hand through my hair and Fred grinned at me.

"I wasn't tired" Fred shrugged, "Why is your face so red?" I quickly pressed the back of my hand to my cheek and sure enough, it was warm to the touch.

"I'm just hot," I said quickly and picked up the pot of Floo Powder.

"Is that what we're going with?" George asked coming into the front room and Fred snorted while my face burned even hotter.

"George, kindly shut up," I said with a slight glare and George just smiled at me "I'm gonna go, I'll see you guys tomorrow" I stepped into the fireplace and announced my destination, I dropped the powder and I was in the Burrow. I quickly said goodnight to Molly and Arthur with an excuse of 'I'm tired' and I went to my room.

I lay on my bed, wired and unable to stop the hum that was running through my body. George had kissed me...could I even call it a kiss? I could still feel the brush of his lips on mine, so featherlight it was almost nonexistent.

I didn't flinch, I didn't tense up and I didn't recoil.

That's progress.