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: Hey everyone... so here's a little update that my lovely beta looked over- so hopefully it'll be perfect (erm right) anyway..I've just started uni and it's a nightmare. Anyone understand chemistry or applicable maths? I certainly don't. I'm not really in the mood to write as a result of my distress but I never give up (lucky, huh?) so I will be back, do not fear. Thanks for the constant encouragement!

FORGOTTEN update...Emily went to stay at George's and they were both a little jetlagged so they went and lay down in George's room intending NOT to fall asleep and therefore avoid the position they ended up in. Emily woke up, winded George and fell off the bed in a mere 10seconds. There was an awkward.. moment.. and then more tea, of course. It is Britain after all.

Emily followed George into the kitchen. After asking her beverage preference he conjured two mugs of tea and guided her into the living room.

They sat down on the cream couch in the beige living room, yet it seemed curiously personable to Emily. Warm and friendly, rather than bland and neutral. She suspected, however, that this had more to do with the company she was in than the interior decoration.. George placed his feet on the coffee table and slouched down in his seat. Emily curled her feet up beside her and rested her head on the back of the couch.

"You feeling any less odd?" George enquired.

"A little, but now I have a few bruises to contend with."

"Me too."

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to fall on you like that…" Emily cringed.

"It's fine. It's not as though you decided to get into that position."

"No. Of course not."

After moments of silence Emily's stomach began to rumble. She blushed and turned away from George, praying it wouldn't start again.

"Are you hungry?" He grinned.

"Maybe a little."

"I'm starving!" George exclaimed.

"Of course you are." She giggled.

"Growing boy." He said as he stood up.

Already all grown up I think. Well at least physically, Emily mused.

George, being the master chef he was, reheated the food and brought it to the table that had suddenly appeared in his living room. He pulled out Emily's chair for her and once she was seated walked round the table to his own chair.

"Now you make sure to eat up all your food Georgie. I do believe you are looking thinner." Emily joked.

George just shook his head. He was going to retort with "Yes, mother." But someone it just felt wrong. Yes, very wrong.

"You are lucky you know." Emily said as she reached for the pitcher of pumpkin juice.

"Why's that?" George asked, remembering to swallow first.

"Well you're family seem so nice. Lots of fun - and you're all so close."

"Well… sometimes I guess. We all have our moments though. Not a day goes by without someone storming off to their room. Mostly little Ronniekins though."

"Well that comes from your fiery tempers."

"I'd like to be more like dad."

"You get your tempers from Molly?"

"OH yes. She's nutters that one. I remember the time we turned the kitchen purple."

"You turned the kitchen purple?"

"It wasn't on purpose. We were just testing on our latest inventions and it went… err wrong I guess."

"So what did you get as punishment?"

"Had to clean the entire kitchen with a toothbrush. Pointless really cause mum just cleaned it again soon as we left."

"And how long ago was this?"

"Hmm… two years ago."

Emily giggled. "Do you think you'll ever stop getting under your mum's feet?"

"I think she's hoping I'll find a wife so I can get under her feet. Not that it matters really cause I don't get up to much mischief without Fred around. He's too busy being married and what with the new Weasley coming soon Mum won't care what ruckus is made. She's too concerned about baby booties and the like."

"And you'll get to be an uncle… again. Think it'll be weirder it being Fred's kid?"

"Yeah." George sighed. "He's my best friend. And I guess that means I'm next in line."

"Maybe."

George blushed and both he and Emily became very engrossed in their food.

After they were done George cleared the table away, quite literally, and once again they sat down on the couch.

"We should play a game." George suggested with a lopsided grin.

"What kind of game?"

"I dunno. Exploding snap? Wizards chess? Truth or dare?"

"No… never, ever play truth or dare!" Emily said, her eyes wide.

"You're no fun." George pouted.

"Well apart from it being the most annoying game in the world, I only have memories of the past 8 years. I pretty much always have to say dare after the third time."

"That could be fun." George winked.

"George Weasley!"

"Ok, ok. Not truth or dare."

"How about we just talk? Ask questions? You know… a get to know you game."

"Ok. Err… what's your favourite midnight snack?"

"You're always thinking about food!"

"Well maybe I am, but you still have to answer the question."

"Umm… I think milk and cookies."

"Boring!"

"Ok then, what's yours?"

"Scoops of sweet, soft vanilla ice cream, covered in a rich melted chocolate, with caramel sauce and crushed walnuts… all sprinkled with rainbow sugar sprinkles." George drooled.

"Yum. I want one of those."

"Later. Best kept until midnight." George smiled. "Okay… next question. If you could change your name what would you change it to?"

"You know I think Hermione is growing on me. It's quite original really. I think I'd like that. What about you?"

"Gred or Forge. Like them both."

"Fred and Gred. Could get kind of confusing."

"Maybe- but he did get the better name. It rhymes with bread! And dread, oh and head! Lots more too. George rhymes with forge."

"And gorge." Emily suggested.

George blushed.

"Seems quite fitting. I take it back. I like my name just as it is… hmm gorge George…gorgeous George…" He repeated.

"Yeah… so, gorge George, what would you say is your best feature?"

"Oh I'd have to say my Weasley hair- or perhaps my muscles." George flexed.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"Oh yes definitely the muscles." Emily joked as she swatted his arm. She fought back a blush as he casually draped his arm over the back of the couch, his hand falling on her shoulder.

"So what do you your best feature is?"

"Umm… oh I don't know. Probably my intelligence."

"That's not a proper answer. It has to be something more like your button nose or your chocolate eyes or your high cheek bones, or your…" George blushed. "I mean well. You do have a lot of good qualities."

"Thanks."

George quickly recovered and asked another question. "What's your favourite flower?"

"Aw, that's a sweet question. I think it has to be daisies. They're just so pretty and simple."

"I'd have thought you would say roses or something." George quipped.

"Don't get me wrong, all flowers are lovely. I wouldn't be unhappy at receiving roses- I just wonder why one flower costs so much more than another. They all die after a few weeks anyway.

"Well seeing as you obviously don't have a favourite flower- what is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?" Emily risked whilst George was still contemplating the reason of charging for flowers.

"Umm… a friendly smile." George said quickly.

"Yeah, I like smiles too. And laughing." They both laughed awkwardly.

Time rolled on as they got to know each other better and soon it was one in the morning. Emily yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"Are you tired?"

"Maybe a little. I think I'm more confused! Doesn't matter though. You owe me some ice cream I think."

"Oh yeah. My Midnight Masterpiece. I'll just go make two up." George said as he dashed off to the kitchen.

Emily sighed into the couch. She conjured a blanket and snuggled up in a ball. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending lots more evenings just like this.

George walked into the living room with a bowl in each hand. He looked down on Emily and saw her blissful smile as she snuggled into her blanket. Her eyes fluttered open and her smile grew more, her eyes focused on George's face rather than the treats he had prepared. He smiled back and walked towards her. He handed her a bowl and then sat back down beside her. She draped the blanket over them both and took a large bite of dessert.

"Yummm…" She sighed. "You're definitely going to be able to hold up the treat side of "Trick or treat"."

"I'll have to show you some tricks too." George winked.

They both continued eating, neither speaking so as not to detract attention from the food. When they had finished Emily sighed again and George stretched, laying his arm once again across the back of the sofa. Soon Emily began to doze and her head nodded forwards and back. George lightly nudged the side of her head and it gently fell onto his shoulder. He smiled as she snuggled into him. He soon too fell asleep, a huge smile on his face.