Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

A/N: Back again. Apparently my chapters aren't long enough. This one's 1465 words. Longest yet.

FORGOTTEN update...Emily said yes to go the burrow-Mrs Weasley wanted to feed them, Mr Weasley wanted to know if Emily remembered being a muggle, Fred though George was lucky (lucky for him his wife wasn't there!), Harry was very embarrassed (so will Emily be later!), Ginny was cheeky and poor Ron was just mighty confused. (I think quite a lot happened there...what do you guys want from me?)

When George and Emily arrived back at his flat they collapsed on the couch.

"Well that was…interesting." Emily said.

George stifled a laugh.

"What's so funny?" She asked as she sat up and peered into his face as he slouched down in his seat.

"Oh nothing." George said whilst trying to keep a straight face.

"I don't believe you Mr. Weasley… now tell me what's so funny."

"Or you'll do what?" George said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Hmm…what could I do to you?" She asked innocently. Before George could even blink she took out her wand and George was wriggling with laughter. When he looked like he couldn't possibly breathe anymore she reversed the spell and looked down at his crumpled form on the ground.

"You're no fun." He grumbled.

"And why do you say that?"

"Cause you don't do things the muggle way." He said as he pushed her down on the couch and started to tickle her.

"George… stop… George! Please. STOP!" She gasped through her laughter.

"Okay, I'll stop. For now." He grinned.

Once again they sat on the couch, side by side, and Emily struggled to get her breathing and heart rate back to normal. Her breathing finally settled, but her heart was still racing. She had a funny feeling it had nothing to do with the excitement of being tickled.

"So what was so funny?" She said whilst trying to keep her voice steady.

"Your face."

"At any particular time, or just generally?"

"Certainly not generally." He said as he turned to look at her. After staring for much longer than he had intended, he said, "You know, when you saw THE Harry Potter." He forced a smile.

Emily blushed. "I can't believe I acted like that. Ok, so he's the most famous person I've ever met, but he's just Harry right?"

"Yeah. He's just Harry." George said gruffly as he tried to fight down the jealous feelings he had when he thought about what she thought of Harry. She may say that's he's ONLY Harry but it was plain to see that she thought he was perfect- and she looked at him in a similar fashion to how the Weasley men had looked at Fleur before she had become a Weasley herself-now it would just be gross..

After moments of silence Emily asked if she could have a tour. George brightened at the thought.

"Ok well this is the living room."

"Very nice." Emily smiled as she looked around the room. It was very basic with a cream sofa and coffee table, a few bookshelves and some Quidditch pictures on the beige walls.

"On to the kitchen!" George said dramatically as he took her hand and pulled her up from her seat.

George led her round to the small but neat kitchen. It was black and white with silver finishes and looked quite smart, and although bold, slightly more subdued than she would have imagined for George. The bathroom was equally subdued with a white suite and pale blue walls.

Finally George led her into the bedroom, which was decorated tastefully, but bolder than the rest of the rooms. One wall was painted a deep red whilst the rest were a calming cream. Resting against the red wall was the headboard of a king size mahogany four-poster bed with matching side tables.

"It really is a lovely home." Emily said as they stood in the doorway of the bedroom.

"Thanks." George blushed. "I really didn't change much to it. You know since Fred moved out. Okay, well I did paint the living room because the lime green was giving me a headache- and the bathroom cause I'm not as big of a Canons fan as my brothers."

Emily giggled.

"I also figured it would save time repainting later, if I decided to rent the flat out, by painting in more neutral colours."

"So are you tired?" George enquired.

"Not really. Feeling a bit odd after travelling though."

"Maybe you should lie down then." George said as he directed her to the bed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Oh, I'll just go crash on the couch for a while."

Emily giggled. "You really did spend too much time in America. But really, I couldn't take your bed from you. I'll go "crash on the couch" and you lie down here."

"You really think I'm going to do that?"

"Well… probably not, but I am shorter. It would make more sense for me to be on the couch."

"And I'm a wizard- I'll just make the couch bigger."

"I guess. But we're only lying down. You could stay here." Emily blushed.

"Ok if that's what you want, but any sign of you falling asleep and rolling over on top of me-or drooling on me- and I'm going to the couch." George joked with a wink.

"I will not be not rolling on top of you- and certainly not drooling." Emily protested.

George smiled as he thought about how much she sounded like Hermione.

They both lay down on the bed, hugging the edges.

"This is kind of ridiculous you know." Emily said.

"Yeah I know." George laughed nervously.

"We're… err well just friends and we're just lying down on the same bed."

"Yeah." George said and then he turned his head to look at her and they both laughed. They shuffled closer and George turned to face her, his head propped up on his elbow.

"So what do you think?" He asked moments later.

"About what?"

"About my crazy family… about my flat… about staying here with me…"

"Oh." Emily said whilst staring at the ceiling. "Your family aren't crazy. I think they are pretty much as I would have imagined them. Your flat's nice. Very neat, clean and welcoming." She turned to look at him. "And as for staying here with you… I think I'm going to enjoy myself." She grinned.

"Well of course you are! I'm such a fun guy, how could you not enjoy yourself?"

Emily laughed again and George looked down at her. Again he noticed her beauty, and also how vulnerable she was right now. He was the one that had control over her happiness. It was so tempting to push their friendship, but he had to break his gaze and he turned over on his back, with his arms behind his head.

"Yeah, we're going to have fun." He sighed.

A few hours later George woke up and forced himself to open his eyes. The daylight was growing dim. Looking down he saw Emily asleep, her head on his chest and her right arm draped over him. His right arm was wrapped around her waist. As his stomach began to flutter he wondered how he had gotten into this situation.

He vaguely remembered having a really good dream, which most likely featured Emily as most of his dreams did lately. He doubted he could have dreamt up something much better than this.

Emily stirred in her sleep. She snuggled up closer to the body she was leaning on. As she began to drift into consciousness she started to ponder who it was she was sleeping on. The memory of travelling and completely embarrassing herself at the Burrow flooded into her mind and she realised whom it was she was lying on.

She attempted to quickly push herself up using her only free arm as her left hand was tucked in alongside George's body. Her right hand slipped on the soft fabric and she slumped back down onto his chest, winding him in the process. After a second attempt she pushed herself off him and tumbled off the bed.

When George had somewhat recovered he rolled over to her side of the bed and peered over the edge.

"You okay?" He grinned.

"Somewhat embarrassed." She said as rubbed her chin as it had collided with George's ribcage. Standing up she rubbed her lower back and held her head.

"I'm so sorry George. I didn't mean to well… get myself into such a position. I honestly don't know how it could have happened…"

"It's okay. Don't worry about it- we were asleep." And I wasn't complaining.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Just feel slightly odd from sleeping in the day… or whatever time it was."

George tilted her chin up. "You're going to have a bruise there." He said as he ran his finger gently down her jawbone to her chin. She shivered under his touch.

"Maybe we should go try to eat something- or have a cup of tea." George said quickly as he got off the bed and walked,nearly ran, past Emily towards the door. He turned round to see her standing staring at him.

"Coming?" He asked.

He really is an odd man.