DISCLAIMER: I only own Cecily and the plot. Everything else belongs to the genius JK Rowling

CHAPTER 6 - ERRANDS AND HEARTACHE

The first place Cecily made George go was the hair salon. George had to wait an hour and a half while Cecily got her hair done.

"I just want it to look nice for the viewings and funerals" she said.

"What am I going to do while you're getting this done?" he asked.

"Read magazines? I don't care" she replied.

George sat down in the waiting area. He glanced through the magazines on the table. He saw titles such as "A New You" "Modern Hairstyles" "Celebrity Hairstyles that can work for You". George groaned and mumbled to himself, "Oh yeah I'm sure these will make the time FLY by." He picked up the one on top of the pile and started leafing through.

Cecily walked up to the front desk and paid the stylist. She looked at the waiting area and there was George fast asleep in his chair.

She walked over and shook his shoulder to try and wake him. His eyes popped open suddenly and again he said, "Where am I?"

Cecily said, "I'm done getting my haircut. Let's go sleepy."

George started walking behind her and was still waking up. Once they reached her car he was sitting in the passenger seat staring at her.

"What is it?" she asked.

"You look different."

"I just got my hair done Weasley! Man are you thick when you just wake up." She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

"I know that Cecily! I'm not a complete idiot. I was going to add that you look very pretty."

Cecily blushed and said quietly, "Thank you."

The next stop was the mall. Cecily had to buy outfits for her family to be buried in. Her Uncle had forbid her from going to their house at all. It was one of the rules for her being allowed to stay behind without him.

George followed her and held the things she handed him.

When they reached the young men's department Cecily suddenly walked in between a rack of clothing.

"Cecily what's wrong?" George asked.

He could hear her sobbing but she wasn't answering him.

"Cecily, talk to me. I know this has to be hard for you, but I'm here for you. I'm going to help you get through this," he said to her as he pushed the clothes aside so he could look at her.

"George I can't do this. I just can't. They're all gone. Mom, Dad and PJ are all gone. PJ was only 15 George! Why did this have to happen? I just don't understand how someone can be so cruel." She slowly climbed out from the clothing rack.

George sat the clothing he was holding on the rack and pulled Cecily into his arms. He slowly rocked her back and forth and rubbed her back. Cecily's arms went around George's waist and she leaned into his chest. It felt nice to be held by him. It actually felt like she did have someone to help her get through the next few days. She was now pretty thankful to her Uncle for sending George Weasley her way.

George was a big help to her over the next few days. The viewings and funerals were mentally and physically exhausting for Cecily. She didn't know what she would of done if it weren't for George. He introduced himself as her fiancée to all of her family and friends. Cecily was too out of it to argue or explain anything so she went with it.

The day of the funerals George did everything he possibly could for Cecily. He held her hand and held her as much as he could. He even tried to cook for her after they had gotten home. It was the first time that day that Cecily had tried to smile. They ended up ordering a pizza.