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:I've been really sick for ages- getting worse rather than better, but I'm still sorry for my lack of updates.

FORGOTTEN update...it was christmas:) Let's try New Year now!

Thanks to my reviewers..

CareBearErin- 3reviews:) thanks for keeping me up to date. It really annoys me when people put too much tape on, but I think I would forgive George cause he's trying so hard. I'm glad you think that Emily can still be Hermione- that's what I was hoping for. Well I figured that George would want a family. He really seems to care about people.

LunaLovegoss-The first time I read the word "mushiness" I was a little put off but then I guess it's part of romance. Sometimes it just has to be a little bit sickening I think. I also think that Hermione really doesn't value money so spending lots on George doesn't matter to her- plus George is a millionaire so she's not going to have to worry!

Cactus- Here's some more festive fluff.

KrazieChikadee- "beautimiss" loving the word! I'm pretty sure that Emily's heart did start to beat a little bit more when she was opening that box- I would have thought it was a ring myself if I wasn't the writer and had a little something special up my sleeve :) Festive fluff is so wonderful that I'm even doing a time warp cause I missed it when I was sick!

Jillie Rose-always glad to cheer you up. I never was good at sexual tension. I much prefer things being simple- if only life was like that. Remember to smile darling.

Nehimasgift- I love your reviews. They are just so cool! I'm glad you like my humor- that's really encouraging to me!

"George? What are you doing out here?"

"Oh, I'm just thinking."

"Just thinking about catching a cold?"

"Well you see, that's the beauty of magic- heating charms."

"Tried one myself. Works quite well I think. However, it does take away some of the fun in life."

"And what fun would you be thinking about?"

"Snuggling with a boyfriend for one…" Emily said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled into his chest.

"Well I don't often get to do that sadly what with my boyfriend living in Sweden…"

"Or girlfriend." Emily said as she rolled her eyes.

"Ah right, well mine's right here and I'm very glad to have the opportunity to snuggle even if it's not actually necessary."

"Oh, it's necessary." Emily smiled.

The couple stood in the backyard of the Burrow, far enough from the house to talk in soft tones, but still close enough to hear the hustle and bustle of the party that had been taking place.

They had arrived a few hours earlier to a loud cheery welcome from the second Weasley party of the holiday season. It seemed that the alcohol supplies had been replenished and everyone was once again in high spirits- in more ways than one.

After being there little over an hour the couple had witnessed Fred losing at arm wrestling to Bill, Ron collapsing in front of the fire, Mrs Weasley yelling at an intoxicated Ron who had been sick all over her nice new rug that she had gotten from George and Emily for Christmas. Mr Weasley had long since barricaded himself away in his shed whilst Ginny had returned to her old ways of sneaking her man upstairs. The only sensible couple in the house, other than George and Emily, was Charlie and his girlfriend who had surprised the family the day before by arriving just in time for breakfast. They now sat snuggled up on the couch sipping at wine and listening to the muffled snores of Ronald who was still sleeping on the rug- that Mrs Weasley had cleaned.

"Guess we'll have to ring in the New Year all by ourselves then." Emily giggled.

"Much better this way."

"How so?"

"Well for one there'll be no whistling and catcalling when I give you a New Year's kiss."

"When?"

"Oh definitely when."

"I look forward to it. Any more reasons?"

"Well my brothers seem to think it's hilarious to see who can get in the first New Year prank."

"Ah. And you would never join in such a trivial tradition."

"Of course not. Though being the twin of my darling brother and having a reputation to uphold I might have set up a few little treats for them in previous years."

"In previous years?"

"Alright, alright. I admit it! I set up the Wireless radio to turn on at midnight and charmed it so that the music would make everyone in the near vicinity dance like it was back in the 1920s."

"Which is why we're all the way out here?"

"Yup. Pretty much. Well that and it's so beautiful. I mean look at all the stars and the air is crisp and well… I have you to snuggle with."

"But you wouldn't want to dance with me?"

"I'll dance with you if you want- I'd just prefer it to be my decision rather than the bewitched radio that makes me want to be on Broadway- and 'All that Jazz'."

"Seriously the last time I take you to a muggle show."

"Sorry, I just pick things up really easy."

"So this dance…you don't have two left feet do you?"

"Well let me think. I have two shoes in a pair and they are facing exactly the opposite way and it kind of hurts to put my right into my left shoe…"

"George! You know what I mean."

"I promise not to step on your toes."

Emily snuggled into his chest again, his arms wrapped around her clasped at her waist. They began to sway slightly in the cool breeze and George rested his head on top of hers.

"So this is love…" He began to warble.

In a split second Emily's head shot up and she glared at him.

"Last time you watch muggle movies too."

"Sorry, sorry. I'll pick a nice song- one you'll like. I promise."

"A slow one?"

"Darn… I was thinking 'I have often walked, down this street before…'" He began to sing again.

"Something a little less chirpy."

"Ok then." George said before clearing his throat. "See the pyramids around the Nile. Watch the sun rise from the tropic isle. Just remember darling all the while you belong to me. See the market place in old Algiers. Send me photographs and souvenirs. Just remember when a dream appears you belong to me. And I'll be so alone without you maybe you'll be lonesome too…"

George's melody was cut off by a large explosion from the Weasley house.

"Guess we missed the countdown." George grinned. "Happy New Year Emily."

"Happy New…" she began to reply but was cut off with a sweeping kiss- topped off by George dipping her low to the ground. Emily giggled as George brought her upright.

"What was I saying?"

"'Year' I believe."

"Oh yeah." Both of them laughed again before there was a drawn out silence. Not really awkward as such, but there nonetheless.

"Emily…I… I love… I love… the way the moon… err… sparkles in your eyes." George finished quickly.

"Thanks." Emily smiled. "George, you know I love… I mean I loved your singing." She stuttered.

"Yeah… Emily…"

"Yes?" She asked hopefully as her eyes searched his, but George didn't speak again. His lips chastely met hers before the kiss deepened communicating partly what their lips could not otherwise tell.