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:Again I didn't feel like writing but my fingers just kept typing.

FORGOTTEN update...Aww they kissed. Do you need to remember any of the rest of it? Well maybe the balcony cause that rocked!

Thanks to my reviewers..

little mimi- yes love is in the air! Yay!

Ginny Weasley- yes she will get her memory back. Have some of that planned out...you just have to wait and see.

Lunalovegoss- loved the use of the word "merlin" Hope you love this chapter just as much

CareBearErin- I love the way you comment on stuff. I was kinda worried that people would be mad at me saying that America was like a prison. I love America. Can't wait to go back! I want a balcony (

Jillie Rose- glad I can entertain you darling. There are some lines in this chapter that I just want a chance to say!

Tara-Yo - as you can see it's not the end. I promised Hr/Ge. So far it's still Ge/OC

Joan Marie Mesi- I'm keeping on keeping on with another chaper just for my reviewers.

habitat 21- sorry it took so long to get this one up! I wasn't in the mood for writing though I did start this chapter after I got your review!

Amrawo- another chapter I hope you can aw at!

Joeyandpaceyforever- I love cute!

PaU- well yes, reality is better but sadly this still isn't real. Wish George was real. I'm happy to grant wishes. Makes me closer to HP world really cause it's like having magic.

On with the show...

"Mornin' sleepyhead." George said as Emily wandered into the kitchen whilst yawning. "Sleep well?"

Emily nodded whilst slowly shuffling her way closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled into his embrace, relishing in his smell and the memory of his sweet kisses.

"Did you make breakfast?" Emily asked as she smelt bread toasting.

"Just some bagels. They'll be ready in a minute. I'll have to eat and run though."

"Oh? You have to go to work or something?"

"I need to go see Ginny. She sent me an owl this morning. Big brother duties."

"Oh right…"

"I'll be with her a little while, but then I thought maybe we could go get some lunch- maybe an ice cream? We could do some shopping too. You'd love the book shop."

"Ok." Emily nodded.

"You know I want to spend all day with you… and go on a date… but Ginny needs me. I'll be back as soon as I can and then you'll be sick of the sight of me!" He said as he walked over and tilted her head to look in her eyes. Softly he kissed her before turning and taking the bagels covered with melted cheese out from under the grill.

"Breakfast is served."

After leaving Emily to get ready for their first official date George apparated to the Burrow. He entered through the front door and cautiously made his way up to his little sister's room. After gently knocking on the door he waited for a response.

"Who is it?" A timid voice called.

"It's me Gin. George."

"Oh George!" She said as she threw the door open and collapsed into her big brother's arms.

"Gin, what is? What's wrong?"

"It's Harry." She sniffed as she plonked down on her un-made bed surrounded by a sea of tissues.

"Harry? What did he do?" George said calmly, though inside he was furious. He'd kill him if he did anything to hurt his baby sister.

"He…well he… I thought that…" She sobbed.

"Oh Gin, come here." George said as he pulled her into his arms. She sobbed loudly into his shirt, soaking it with her tears. He gently stroked her hair whilst trying to calm her down.

It had been years since he'd had to comfort her like this. Bill and Charlie had always been the ones she'd called on, until they were no longer around. He'd easily stepped into their place, being a good listener with a gentle nature. They'd needed each other through many hard times during the final years before the last battle. He'd often heard her crying out in her sleep when he'd stay at the Burrow, screaming out her fears for Harry's safety and for her family. When he wasn't at home Ginny knew he was only an owl away, no matter what.

"Now Gin, what'd he do?" He asked softly when she calmed slightly.

"He… well I thought he was going to… you know…"

"Propose?"

"Yeah." Ginny hiccupped.

"But?" George asked, prompting her on.

"But he didn't. He just… he just… he asked me if I could help him pick out a birthday present for Clara!" Ginny finished quickly before collapsing onto her bed.

"Clara? That girl who had a thing for him when he was away looking for Mione?"

Ginny didn't answer but instead continued to cry into her pillow.

"I didn't even know they were still talking." George said more to himself than to Ginny. After hearing a large wail he turned to her and started to comfort her.

"Aw Gin, he's an idiot- all guys are. You've said it yourself often enough. But you know he loves you. I'm sure he does want to marry you- he just hasn't gotten the guts to ask you yet..."

"What does he need guts for? He knows I'll say yes. He has to know I would."

"I'm sure he does know it… somewhere, deep down. But it's hard to accept things like that. Especially for Harry. Remember all he's been through. He didn't even really know love until he was 11. Then he had all those girls fawning over him because he's Harry Potter…"

"But we're not like that. I'm not like that. I love him." Ginny interrupted again.

"I know, I know. So does he. Just give him time though. And I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you by asking you for advice for a present. I have no idea why he would want to buy her a present but you don't need to feel threatened by it. How could he pick another girl over you?" George cooed.

"You have to say that." Ginny pouted.

"No, I don't. Gin, I know how special you are. I know what a beautiful, intelligent, mischievous young lady you've become." George winked. "I couldn't ask for a better little sister- and Harry couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, or wife when the time comes."

Ginny giggled.

"Just give him time, okay? We're slow at this kinda stuff."

Ginny nodded while she wiped the tears from her face and blew her nose. George kissed the top of her head and gave her one final hug.

"Are you going to be okay? Need to hot chocolate? Or we could go out for ice cream?" George asked as he looked into her tear filled eyes.

"Do I look like I'm going to leave the house?"

"I was just thinking you were going for a new look."

"Oh you big oaf." Ginny said as she hit his arm.

"Ow, that hurt."

"Did not."

"Okay, didn't but the idea was there. You want to hurt me…"

"Nope, I want to see you beaming in happiness. Oh look, there it is."

"There what is?"

"The Weasley grin. Did you finally ask her out?"

George blushed. "As a matter of fact I did."

"So what are you doing here? Go take her out to ice cream!"

"Okay, okay, I'm going. But you are going to be ok?"

"I'll be fine. I'll have a bath, using a WWW bath charm, and then I'll snuggle up with some chocolate and a good book and I'll see Harry tomorrow and make sure he remembers who he loves."

"Okay…I really am going now. Don't want to hear any more about that."

"Thanks for coming George."

"Any time."

Within a flash George was back in the apartment calling for Emily to hurry up and get her pretty little self out of the bathroom so they could go.

"I'll be with you in a minute, George."

"So we'll just multiply that by twenty then." George said as he slumped into the couch.

Twenty minutes and 3 cups of tea later George was still sitting on the couch wishing she'd hurry up and get out of the bathroom for another reason entirely.

"Please, Emily!"

"Alright, alright, no need to whine. I'm ready now." Emily said as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Thank Merlin." George said he bolted for the bathroom and locked the door.

"Ok then." Emily said as carefully set a loose curl behind her ear. She walked over to the couch and carefully tucked her skirt under her as she sat down.

"You look gorgeous by the way." George said as he held out his hand to help her up.

"Thanks." Emily blushed. "Are we going then?"

"I think we are finally ready to, yes."

"Well it's your fault we're late really…"

"Is not! If you hadn't taken so long I wouldn't have had the time to drink all that tea."

"Did I make you drink the tea?"

"I was bored waiting. Would you have preferred me to sing?"

"Oh yes. I love your singing." Emily laughed as she remembered him singing into a spatula. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she slipped hers around his waist. Snuggled in together they slowly made their way down the street, window-shopping and people watching as they went.

"So, are you hungry?" George asked as they neared the pub.

"Hmm… a little. Don't suppose I even need to ask you."

"I don't suppose you do."

"How about we go in here and have a light lunch and then we'll still be able to have ice cream later."

The couple sat in the pub at a table near the back close to the fire. The flickering light was warm and comforting, although the fire itself gave off little heat. Their corner was away from the hustle and bustle of the main counter, but still had a pub feel to it with laughter and chattering filling the air.

After Emily ordered a light sandwich and George ordered a large dish of traditional fish and chips they talked lightly and laughed together as they held hands over the table.

"How are you ever going to have room for ice cream after that?" Emily asked when the food arrived.

"Two stomachs." George said as though it was completely obvious. Emily simply shook her head and began to cut her sandwich.

"So Miss Greer, where would you like to go now? Bookshop or ice cream."

"Tough decision. I think I would have to pick bookshop. Sorry, I know how much you want food already." Emily giggled and George placed his hands on her hips.

"You know you really should watch what you say…"

"Or you'll what?'

"Or I'll tickle you."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"In the middle of the street? You know I'd just end up in a heap on the dirty ground."

"Then you better beg for mercy." George grinned.

"How about I just confuddled you?"

"Without your wand?"

"Don't need it." Emily said as she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed him square on the mouth. After pulling out of the kiss that went slightly further than she would normally during a public display of affection Emily grinned while George gaped.

"Wow." He breathed.

"Bookshop then?'

"Yeah."

Emily felt like she was in heaven wandering around the bookshop, hand in hand with George. He wasn't much interested in the books, but he was pleased at how happy she was to be there. As his aim was to make her as happy as she made him, he was pretty sure this was a step in the right direction. After buying her a slice of happiness George directed her down the street.

"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream." George chanted.

"I get the picture George. We'll go for ice cream now."

"Yum. Triple chocolate."

"I'm more of a vanilla person."

"Vanilla? That's just boring."

"But I add rainbow sprinkles."

"And sauce?"

"And sauce."

"That's okay then. Thought I was going to have to disown you for a second."

"Over ice cream?"

George nodded seriously before bursting out into a large grin.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."