A/N: I am sorry for taking so long with this chapter. I've been having a bit of trouble writing latley.But hopefully that will fix itself soon. Hope you like my story so far,and keep on reading and reviewing. Thanks.

Chapter 11

I had to stop for a moment outside the shop and take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

When I stepped inside I was greeted by George who came from behind the counter, holding a sign that said closed for lunch, in his hand.

"Draco, good, you are just in time. I'm just gonna put this on the door and then we can head for lunch." He said with a smile.

I smiled back at him and nodded.

The walk to the cafe where we would have our lunch was quiet. We just walked, looking at each other in small glances every now and then.

It wasn't until we both had sat down and ordered our food that George finally spoke to me.

"I am glad you came to meet me for lunch like this Draco" he said with a smile.

I smiled back at him and felt nervous at the way he looked at me.

Then the food came and we started eating in silence for a few more minutes before any of us started talking again. The tension in the air between us could almost be cut with a knife.

I took a deep breath and sat down my mug of butterbeer.

"So Fred's going to stay with Angelina for the weekend?" I asked.

George nodded.

"Yeah, he is, so we'll have the place to ourselves."

As he said this a small blush could be seen on his cheeks and he looked down at his plate.

"Sounds good, maybe you could teach me a little bit about cooking tonight. I would like to learn." I said in hopes of making some of the tension go away.

George looked up at me and smiled.

"Sure Draco, that could be fun."

By now both of us were finished with our food so we sat there with our butterbeers ,talking about the shop and Fred for the next 20 minutes.

Then he had to head back to the shop.

"Well, see you tonight Draco." He said and gave me a quick hug before walking fast towards the shop.

Even though the lunch had been full of tension, it made me feel good. A little tension could only be a good sign.

I planned on making the most of tonight's cooking lesson and was really looking forward to a weekend with just George.

I made my way across the street towards the apartment and suddenly I spotted Ron and Hermione sitting at a table by the three broomsticks, holding hands and looking all lovestruck.

I sighed a little. They looked so happy together. I just hope that I too will find that kind of happiness some day, maybe even with George. At the thought of him I smiled to myself and walked faster towards the apartment.

I spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment with magic and flipping through the Daily Prophet, awaiting George arrival home.

I had even changed into better robes and fixed my hair up a little.

As I looked in the mirror, for a second I saw the resemblance I had with my father starring back at me and I felt a stab to my chest.

I hated that man and all that he stood for. I still could not believe how blind I had been for so long.

With a sigh I sat down in the sofa, putting my head in my hands.

It was difficult for me to be the person that I wanted to be, when so much reminded me of the person I once was, the person so many hated, who made others lives a living hell.

I was also glad that George at least had accepted the new me, and his parents. Merlin knows why I had hated the Weasley's for so long. Oh, that's right, that was all my fathers doing.

The Weasley's were nothing at all like I had been brought up to think. They were warm and loving and close.

My family had been nothing but cold and distant.

I had to shake all the bad thoughts out of me the second I heard George outside the door.

I stood up and walked over to the door to greet him.

As he stepped inside his face lit up in a smile as I came up to him.

"So, had a good afternoon at work?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Yeah, it was ok. There was this one kid who knocked over the basket of fake wands, and he yelled when one of them turned into a snake. You know that one that crawls for 10 seconds before just being a rubber toy. It was really funny. I must say that was one of Fred's better ideas. Of course, I've had a few myself too."

I laughed as we went inside the kitchen to begin my lesson in cooking.