Prompt – He sighed and walked up the stairs to his flat but stopped at his door. A woman was sitting with her back against it. "Took you long enough," she said as she looked up at him.

" Had a few stragglers in the store," he explained, " they just wouldn't leave despite our many hints we were closed."

"Hope they made it worth your while," she said.

"Angie, why are you here?" asked George, opening the door to the flat and going inside. He left it ajar and she followed him in.

They'd argued the day before, ending with Angie storming out of the flat they'd shared the last four months.

"You know why I'm here," she stated flatly. " I've come for my stuff...unless there's something you want to say to me."

He placed his hands on the bench he used as a dining table; it separated the lounge area from the tiny kitchenette.

"No, I don't," he lied.

Angelina Johnson was not one to back down from a challenge.

"George, look at me," she demanded.

He looked at her defiantly.

" Tell me you don't love me," she said to him. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not head over heels, crazy in love with me."

" I don't..." he started, then looked away and began again " I don't – "

"NO! Look at me and say it," she demanded.

Reluctantly he looked back at her. "I don't," he said simply but firmly.

"Don't what?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"What you said," he said stubbornly.

"God, you can't even say it," she realised. Her eyes narrowed. "Or were you just fooling around with me after all?"

He stared at her. "What, no? I would never do that to you, Ang."

"So what is this, then?" she asked, gesturing between the two of them. "A bit of nookie on the side? Someone to warm your bed? God George, we've been together for over a year!" she cried. "I just want to know where we're heading, that's all."

He cringed inwardly at the hurt in her voice and her eyes. Truly, Angelina was the best thing to happen to him. It was her that got him through that horrible first year without Fred and, with every family milestone that was now happening – weddings and babies and such – made him, George, feel guilty for being so happy without his twin.

"You're my best friend," he told her, realising it was actually true.

"And you're mine," she replied gently, " but if that's all we are, with a bit of sex on the side, then, well, I'm sorry, that's not enough for me anymore."

"What do you want from me, Ang? You practically live here," he gestured, his arms spread to indicate the small flat above WWW.

"So I'm your best friend, your lover and roommate," clarified Angelina.

"Exactly," he nodded. She shook her head, disappointed.

"Bye George," she said, and turned to go. " I'll come back another day when you're not here to get my things."

"Wait...please," he said, almost begging. He couldn't bare to see her leave, couldn't lose another person he loved.

Yes, he loved her! And it filled his heart with joy to suddenly realise he didn't want to live without her.

She stilled and waited, her back to him and her hand around the doorknob.

He hesitated. "I do, you know. You know I do, of course I do."

"Do what, George," she sighed.

" Love you, you muppet." He couldn't believe how light he felt to say it aloud, so he said it again, to make sure she knew. "I, George Weasley, am head over heels, crazy in love with you, Angelina Johnson."

She turned, her eyes full of hope. "You mean it?"

He grinned. " No, I'm just saying it for the amazing sex! Yes, Ang, I mean it, I love you. I, " – he pointed to himself, "love' – he made a heart with his hands, "you," he finished, pointing to her.

"George!" she cried, running into his arms.

"Crazy woman," he said affectionately, before kissing her. "Would you really have left?"

"Only for the night, and only to go to Harry and Ginny's at Grimmauld," she grinned.

"What? Are my sister and her chosen one conspiring against me, her own flesh and blood?" he asked, in mock hurt.

"Actually it was Harry who suggested I bluff you with leaving," she told him, smirking.

" Really? It sounds like a Ginny type of thing," he said. "Clearly, she rubbing off on him...and that's a visual I don't need in my head!" he groaned.

"Speaking of visuals, Ginny took me shopping for some new sexy lingerie...that would have been my plan tomorrow, to seduce you into confessing you love me," she teased.

"Well damn, woman, get out my flat now and come back tomorrow," he said, laughing.

She rose on tiptoes to whisper in his ear. "I'm wearing some now."

"Sorry, you'll have to speak up, I've only got one ear, you know," he taunted.

" Why don't I show you...in our bedroom," she laughed, taking his hand and leading him to their room.

"Remind me to thank Harry and Ginny next time we see them," he told her.

A week later they were at the Burrow, announcing they were looking for a bigger place to live, perhaps even to buy...together. They planned to use the flat as a storage place for WWW items, when they needed extra room.

It certainly eased Molly's concerns, for she had seen how good Angelina was for George and it bothered her there was no serious commitment between the two, despite them dating the last year and living together the last few months. She had brought light and love to her son and she would always be grateful to her for that.

When Harry congratulated George, the latter threw his arms around the former, hugging him hard.

"Thanks, brother," he said simply, " for everything."

Harry hugged him back. "We're family," he reminded George, " no need for thanks. Unless it's because both Angie and Ginny bought new lingerie the other day. Then, believe me, you are welcome!"