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Chapter 6

Living above and working at Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes has been good for Ron. He's careful with George's feelings because of Fred's death; also because he really is the only family member that's still speaking with him, but he doesn't admit that to himself though. So, he won't blow up at George and knows better to not to do it to a customer, George'd dock his pay for it; he did yell at Angelina once and she told him to sod off, that if he did that to her again she'd hex his arse, and well, he didn't doubt her.

He went on his first run that night and it helped a lot better than trying to numb it away with firewhiskey. At first he placed all the blame on Hermione, but now, he's rather wondering if some of it wasn't his fault too.

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George always leaves two hours early on every other Thursday, and last Friday Ron asked him where he was going.

"I go to see a healer." George responded with a slight shrug.

"What for mate, are you sick?" Ron frowned in confusion at George.

George scoffs, "Well a bit."

He blows out a breath. He'd been waiting on Ron to ask him about it; hoping he would, maybe it'll help.

"I'll tell you tonight after we close. I'm going to owl Ange to let her know I'll be late." George gave a weak grin and small wave as he turned to leave the shop.

"Sure."Ron mumbled half-heartedly in response. The rest of the day dragged as he waited for closing time.

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"So you got anything we can eat?" George asks as he sits down on the sofa.

"Not really, just some crisps. Want some?" Ron spoke as he rummaged through a cupboard, his voice muffled.

"No thanks." George crossed his ankles, his face guarded as if deep in thought.

Ron opens a bag for himself and pours them both some pop, he flops down on the chair near the sofa and immediately filled his mouth with some crisps as he spoke and said, "OK, spill it."

George sighs and rubs his face. "Well. You already know that the Johnson's, Angelina's parents and sister were killed during the war."

Ron nods, chewing his crisps more slowly now.

"She started working at the shop when we opened back up and I watched her deal with her grief. She was doing so much better than me. At first I thought it was because Fred's my twin, but that didn't seem right because she'd lost her whole family and I knew she was close to them. At first she didn't talk about them, but gradually she started telling me stories about them and she'd cry. A month or so later she would talk about them and smile. I finally asked her how she was able to do that. We went to dinner that night for the first time and she told me." He takes a deep breath and sees that Ron is watching him closely. "I was consumed with grief then. Everything at home reminded me of Fred, so I moved back here and everything here did too. I was depressed, angry or both all the time."

He looks up at Ron again and sees he's still listening and it doesn't seem like he is angry.

"I was drinking a lot, to numb the pain. It didn't really work. I had to take a hangover potion almost every morning. Not moving forward, just stuck. I knew if Fred could have he would've kicked my arse." George continued to watch Ron covertly as he spoke, relieved when Ron responded in the affirmative. "Yep, he would have."

The brothers share a smile.

"Angelina told me she had to get help from a Healer Mentalist to learn how to deal with the loss of her family and he'd really helped her. She thought he would help me too. She wanted me to get better because she's liked me since fifth year. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and his card before she left. I've been seeing him since then."

He looks at Ron. Ron's sitting there with his mouth hanging open. "Oi! Ron! You hoping to catch some flies?"

Ron snaps his mouth closed and shakes his head. George stays quiet and finishes his pop, waiting on Ron's response.

"So, you see this healer for Angelina? To get her to go out with you?"

George shakes his head. "Nah. Not really. I did it for myself and for Fred. She's a perk. She gets all this now." He gestures to himself from head to toe and winks at his brother and wiggles an eyebrow which makes Ron laugh. Then taps on his temple and says, "With a healed noggin too. Well healing, I had a lot to work on and there are days when I regress. I was seeing him twice a week in the beginning and am going to be going monthly starting in January." Ron frowns in consternation, studying George intently, and he has even stopped chewing crisps.

"He's really helped you then?" He asks eventually after a heavy silence.

George nods. "Don't want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't gone."

Ron watches his brother for a few minutes then said, "I didn't know you were seeing a mental healer."

George laughs, "Course you didn't. Not like I took out an ad in The Profit to announce it to the wizarding world. Can you see it? George Weasley's seeing a Mentalist Cause He's Gone Round the Bend" he smirks. "And he's called a Healer Mentalist not mental healer you daft pillock." George laughs again, lightening the heavy mood that has settled down over them.

"Seriously though mate. It's what it took to get back to a place where Fred'd want me to be, where I can move on. He would hate me moping, being angry and angsty all the time."

Ron nods, thinking it was good to hear George laugh, even if he was laughing at him.

"Well I best get home. Don't want to be too late or Ange won't feed me."

George stands up and uncharacteristically pulls his little brother into a quick hug and raps him on the back twice.

When Ron got home from his run he ordered take away. It's then that he noticed that George had left the Mentalist's card on the table.

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Ron shook himself out of the memory, George had not asked him about it as of yet, It was as if that chat had never happened; he also hadn't gotten in contact with the Healer either. Maybe he should, with Christmas coming up he is really misses his family. His parents had come by a few times, but he wouldn't talk to them, they all sent him owls regularly but he'd torn up the ones from Ginny and his parents. Anyways, the couple times he had seen Harry, he'd always tell him that they send their love.

Things with Harry had been a bit strained; he's never been one to push things with Ron. They had only really argued twice, the first in fourth year during the Tri-Wizard Tournament due to jealousy from Ron, it lasted weeks before they spoke again; then again the horrible one while they were on the run during what should have been their seventh year at Hogwarts, when Ron's jealousy exploded and he left Harry and Hermione, but a lot of that was the bloody horcrux's doing. After he reunited with them, he did alright, until he found out about Fred's death. He hasn't been able to shake the anger since then.

Ron looks out the window at the snow that's lightly falling and sees all the Christmas decorations in Diagon Alley.

He thinks about last Christmas when the whole family, 'cept Fred, were at The Burrow. Life had been a bit of a blur since the battle at Hogwarts. He, Harry and Hermione had started Auror training in September, Ginny had been playing professional quidditch for the Hollyhead Harpies as the backup chaser. George hadn't moved, but had reopened the joke shop, Charlie hadn't gone back to Romania yet by then, but would have been leaving after Boxing Day though. Bill and Fleur had settling into married life since old snake-face wasn't hanging over their heads anymore, and even Percy had been there with his girlfriend Audrey. That Christmas everything had been raw still, but they had all been together. He smiles thinking of his annual jumper from his Mum; he used to hate those bloody jumpers at Hogwarts, not anymore. Hermione had even knitted him a scarf and mittens to match, he can't recall if he'd told her thank you for his gift.

Hermione. She had been his Hermione then. He sighs.

He thinks of when he had sat in a pub the Christmas the year before, when he had been alone and hiding out from the snatchers. He'd never forget when he heard Hermione call his name and used the deluminator to find her and Harry, she had been so angry, but he was with her and that had felt like home. She had eventually forgiven him for leaving; she always forgave him no matter what he did or said. His heart clinches.

He then thinks about the Christmas Percy hadn't been home and what it'd done to his Mum. Percy. Ron hangs his head feeling a bit ashamed. He didn't leave the Burrow because he wanted to, his parents had made him; they hadn't even made Percy leave, and everyone knew he had been a complete arse. Am I worse than Percy had been? He shakes his head as a tear runs down his cheek and then makes the decision to go and see the Healer Mentalist.

A/N: This chapter is all about Ron, but don't worry we will have more Dramione in the next chapter.

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