A/N: To clear things up a bit, the story will continue from where Fred/Angelina left off (or the morning after), but in George and Katie's pov.

George looked up lazily as the bell chimed in the front of the store. It had been a slow day so far, and his boredom was further magnified by the fact that Fred still wasn't back from his "date" with Angelina in the wine cellar the night before. He'd gone over inventory twice, an accomplishment that happened once a month if they were lucky.

Probably another snot-nosed little bugger out on his birthday shopping trip. George thought. Always thinking they're on top of the world, thinking they can order me around. What are they going to do with a Puking Pastille? Get out of time-out, the redhead scoffed.

The frequent visits of these snotty brats almost diminished the joy the two brothers got from providing the Hogwarts students with pranks and pretexes altogether. Almost.

His eyes traveled over the Fever Fudge and Nosebleed Nougats, over the fake wands and extendable ears, and onto a short brown-haired kid holding the hand of a woman, obviously, due to the perfectly manicure hand.

Katie always used to have her hands perfectly manicured, even after Quidditch games, they were always perfect, he thought staring at the woman's fingers. Wonder if she used some sort of charm, like one of those things you get from Witch Weekly and that rubbish. Thinking this, George remembered how much of a girly-girl Katie used to be, which led to wondering wistfully if she had a boyfriend to admire those perfectly manicured nails of hers, like he always used to.

Shaking his head to clear it of the thoughts that would do him no good, You rogered it up good mate. And she made it quite clear she hated your guts, so give up and get over it, he chided himself. The normally jolly man frowned, feeling as a pang as he remembered the events that had led up to two years of stony silence between the two former lovebirds.

It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to contact her. He'd sent her multitudes of owls, all sent back unopened the next day. And besides, it wasn't his fault he hadn't wanted- been able to go into the dark closet with her for a bit of Seven Minutes in Heaven, during that last house party in seventh year. Silly fool thought he was rejecting her and stormed off. Of course he'd only made it worse when he'd chased after her yelling, Oy! Katie mate, wait up!

The angry girl had turned angrily, 'Oh, mate, now is it? What, get tired of me? Find a better shag? I always knew you couldn't stick to one woman for long, silly of me to think I could be the one you wanted to stay with. Forever.'

His eyes traveled up the slim hand, up the toned, tanned arms, and up to the pretty woman's face.

Dragging his eyes up to her head the first thing he looked at was the customer's hair. He'd always loved running his hands through Katie's, and though slow to admit it, he found himself silently comparing hers to all the other witches he dated.

That hair looks a bit familiar, same color as Katies. . His eyes met the eyes of the witch in front of him and he felt his heart speed up as he recognized the owner of the dark obsidian pools staring back at him.

The man whose face was quickly becoming red to match his hair stared open-mouthed at the blast-from-the-past standing in front of him.

"Hello George," Katie said softly, a small smile tracing the edges of her lips. For a second, George thought he heard a note of sadness in her voice, but dismissed it to his active imagination hearing what it wanted to hear.

"K-Katie," George sputtered. "How did you know it was me?"

"I have my ways," she said wryly, her eyes traveling over his face, taking in the changes since she had last seen him.

Flushing under her roving gaze he tore his eyes off of her onto the kid next to her.

Seeing his gaze, she said, "My Nephew. Jeremy. I'm taking him out for his birthday for a day of fun with his 'Auntie'."

Regaining his composure, and with it his ability to tease no matter the situation, he grinned widely and said, "Auntie? My how time flies. But may I say, you look quite. . well. . for your age."

"My age," she said in mock anger. "May I remind you dear Georgey," her smile grew as she used his old pet name. "That you are the same age as me."

"Ouch! Kitty Kat you wounded me," he shot back, using her own pet name.

"Auntie Kat! Can I go look at the toys now," Jeremy interrupted tugging on her hand.

"Yes Jeremy, go ahead," she said gently letting his hand go. Seeing the annoyed expression on George's face she apologized, "Lighten up old man. He doesn't mean it, he's too young to know."

"They. Are. Not. Toys! They are pain-inducing prank-deducing tools! You need to be experienced to handle these, they could be dangerous!"

Well this is easier than I thought, the witch thought. She'd managed to convince her sister that letting her nephew pull her along to this store, owned by this particular man, would have no effect on her at all. And it doesn't, not at all. She told herself, not believing it even as it ran through her head.

Putting a hand on his arm, and smiling inwardly as he visibly became flustered and his face flushed again, instantly stopping his rant.

Cursing his painfully obvious Weasley genes George sought to change the subject. Noting that she seemed to have gotten over their argument, he contemplated the idea that had been fluttering furiously through his mind since she had stepped through the door.

Deciding to go for it, he turned to Katie and said quickly, his words tumbling over each other in a hurry to get out, "Wouldyoubeinterestedinhavingdinnerwithmetonight?"

"Excuse me?"

Staring fixedly at the floor he muttered, "Do you wanna go out to dinner with me? Tonight? Just to catch up with things? You know, not a date. . . or anything. Unless you want it to be! I mean, not that I want it to be. . or. . anything, but. . oy! You know what? Katie would you accompany me to dinner tonight?"

A tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks, but she gained her calm back quickly and said, "Like a date," she laughed. "I can't," George's face fell. "Tonight. But I'll tell you what. How about you and Fred come over to my and Angelina's flat tomorrow night? I'll make dinner."

His facial expression changing in a blur from frowning to smiling, he quickly accepted.

"Turn that smile upside down," Katie muttered to herself, laughing quietly.

"What?"

"Oh nothing, some stupid muggle saying."

"Hello beautiful," Fred said coming up behind Angelina and putting his arms around her.

"Fred! We are here to discuss more important matter's," she admonished disentangling herself from his embrace.

Cursing his girl's self control he sank onto the couch with a sigh.

"I told Katie to be ready at seven. Did you tell George to get there at six," Angelina questioned.

"Yes my little micro-manager, and you're sure this will work?"

"Absolutely. If I know her, she'll finish dinner first, then go get ready. Take a shower, all that pish posh. I'll tell her I'm going out to the store, and if she hears the doorbell to come answer."

"Won't she ask why you just didn't apparate?"

"I'll tell her I've left my wand at your place."

"I always knew you had an inner devil just waiting to be let out," Fred chuckled. "But I'm still lost, how will Katie coming to the door without her makeup on help them get together?"

"Stupid boys," Angelina muttered, shaking her head. "Katie works like clockwork. The first thing she'll do is go and take a shower. If George gets there a few minutes after six, which he will, since he's always late, I'm willing to bet you my Gringott's vault she'll come to the door in her little short terry robe."

"Oh really. And do you have one of these, too," Fred questioned, his voice unusually deep.

"Possibly," Angelina responded with a wicked smile.

"I'll have to see it one of these days, make sure it's suitable."

Sending him a pseudo-innocent smile she captured his mouth and engaged him in more interesting things.

Smiling as she put the last dish into the oven, Katie set the timer, checked her watch, Five-Fifty, perfect, and hurried into the bathroom. Charming the water to the right temperature she stepped into the shower, sighing as the water hit her tired muscles.

Fifteen minutes later as she stepped out of the shower she heard the doorbell sound. Must be Angelina, she thought as she grabbed her robe, the terry robe with the yellow rubber-duckies on it, that was maybe just a bit too short.

Rubber duckie, you're the one,

You make bath time lots of fun,

Rubber Duckie, I'm awfully fond of you!

The witch with her hair hanging in wet strands down her neck and back hummed with a silly grin on her face as she opened the door.

"Need any he-" the shocked witch muttered as her eyes met those of the blushing redhead in front of her. "George! What are you doing here," she shrieked.

"Fred told me to come now," George said softly, his eyes roving over the expanse of skin left uncovered by her robe. Feeling his blood heat up he tore his eyes off of her skin that just made him want to run his hands. . .

George coughed and said, "Erm, nice robe, by the way. Never knew you had a thing for ducks. Maybe it's from when you were a kid, that would explain the, uh, size."

Blushing furiously Katie stepped back quickly from the door, allowing George to pass through. Choosing not to respond to his comment she turned around and said over her shoulder, "I'm just going to, er, finish up. Make yourself at home."

Nodding George sat down heavily onto the couch, looking around the apartment. The next minute he was up, pacing quickly around the coffee table. Then into the kitchen, trying to figure out what they were eating in a vain attempt to keep his mind off of naughty thoughts. Like Katie, in the shower, without clothes on.

The redhead wondered what soap she used. Probably something with that moisturizing junk in it, to make her skin extra smooth. Damnit, man! Think un-attractive thoughts. Think Percy and Penelope shagging! Think Ron and Hermione shagging! Think. . . that's it, Mum and Dad shagging!

Sighing as his blood returned to a normal temperature he gazed at the pictures on the walls. His eyes skimmed over the pictures of Angelina with her family, Katie with her nephew, Katie with her sister, Katie and. . . him. In the picture Katie and George were gazing into each other's eyes, obviously very happy. I remember! That was right after the Yule Ball, when she dragged me outside and pushed me up against the wall and kissed me! A smile flittered across his face as he saw his hand drift lower and lower, until Katie slapped it away, deliberately placing it back onto her shoulder, shooting him a 'Not here! Everybody will see us! But later. . .' look.

Hearing a throat being cleared behind him he turned and saw Katie standing there, consideringly more-clothed this time.

"Find anything interesting," she asked.

"Just the picture of us. You still have it," he stated.

"Yes, it's just nice to have. Reminds me of hap- um, simpler times."

"You were going to say happier," George accused, advancing on her with a predatory smile.

"I was not," the witch with the flaming cheeks insisted indignantly.

Stopping in front of her George said softly, "You want to know the reason I wouldn't go into that dark closet with you?"

"No need to, that was pretty clear," Katie said, the bitterness in her voice evident.

"I'm scared of the dark," George muttered, looking down at the ground, not noticing the astonished look on her face.

"You are!"

"Yes. That's why I couldn't go into that closet with you. I was too scared, and I was afraid you would find out."

"Not because you didn't want to. And I suppose you expect me to believe that I really was The One, right," she asked, the sarcasm dripping from her words. "That you changed for me, that you really wanted to be with me, only me."

Taking her chin in his hand he tilted her face up, forcing her eyes to meet his. "But it's the truth! I really did! I tried to explain, but you wouldn't listen to me!"

Breaking away she said angrily, "Oh, so now it's my fault is it?"

"No," George said furiously backpedaling. "Not at all, I should have explained! Look Katie, I don't want to get into any fights. Ok? I came here tonight to explain that to you, and to tell you I still feel that way. You're still The One."

Shocked by both his sincere tone and his declaration, Katie sat down heavily, missing the couch by a few mere inches, and landing on the floor with a cry.

"Alright there," George said, his face appearing above hers as he held out a hand to help her up.

Grinning mischievously she took his hand, but instead of letting him help her up, pulled heavily on it, making him fall to the floor besides her, thanking the gods for what long hours of quidditch had done to her arm muscles.

Sitting down on his chest daintily she traced her finger lightly up his throat, smiling when he gulped, his Adam's Apple bobbing.

"Wench," he bit out.

Leaning down so her face was close to his, she stopped just above his lips and said, "You love me for it." The next second her lips were on his, making up for two years of wasted time.

Minutes later they were shocked out of their activities by the smell of smoke reaching their noses.

"The food," Katie shrieked jumping off of George and running into the kitchen. "It's ruined," George heard her say angrily from his place on the floor.

Getting up with a groan he walked into the kitchen. "Want me to order out?"

"Sure," she replied sadly.

"Don't worry Kitty-Kat, I'm sure it was great," he said soothingly wrapping his arms around her.

"Anything would taste great to you," she replied, a smile returning to her lips.

He made a face as he walked over to the fireplace and threw a pinch of floo powder in. "Are burger's okay?"

"Fine," she called back.

"Good-Burger," he stated clearly into the fire.

Immediately, the head of a brunette wearing a plastic burger attached to the brim of her hat, and a bun shaped badge with 'Keri' written in tomato red letters appeared. Snapping her gum, the girl rolled her eyes"Hey. Welcome to the Good Burger...Home of the Good Burger...Where it's all good...can I take your order"

A/N: Thanks to Kerichi for her awesome beta skills! Did ya like the tributes to you in there? were two, one obvious, one not-so.

Kerichi: You pushy witch! You can be very intimidating, you know that? Like a regular diva you are. But just for that, I'm putting a Monty Python song in the next chap! So ha! And for further suffering on your part, shall I just add in a Britney Spears? Mua ha ha. ..

Inari no Kitsune Heh, yes definitely! Fleur, I thought she was snotty, too, in GoF, but she's so much better this way! Plus. . Charlie is so much hotter than Bill anyways, lol!

Iamarobin: Thanks, I hope you like this chap, too!

Kagura no baka Yes, I'm more of a Draco type that a Charlie type, you know more athletic, slim, tall, starts drooling Sorry, lol! But I like Charlie, too! A little ruggedness and dragon hide pants goes a long way!