Sara: Heya I know it was sort of cryptic lol. Basically Angelina was yelling at him because he had left the school without telling her what he was doing. She slapped him cus she was angry at the twins. Then she kissed him because she hated Umbridge and loved the pranks. Sort of confusing but I wanted to show her personality, and someone that could actually control a Weasley twin! Lol hope I explained it! Thanks for the review! I'm glad you like the plots, I thought they might be sort of confusing with me switching the years etc but I think it works.
Brilliant author: as usual thank you!
Without further ado I give you chapter six, the last in the engagement series:
The next six will be the weddings.
August 1996
Dusk was settling over the cooling summer day, a single star appearing in the slowly darkening sky. There was a rare sense of tranquillity in the air as the whole Weasley family lounged back around the table; everyone stuffed from celebrating Arthur's birthday. George contently tilted his chair back on its back legs, lazily watching everyone out the corner of his eye. Then he sat bolt right up, his chair clattering back onto all fours, as he realised he was surrounded by couples. Couples surrounded him; Charlie and Rachael had moved from Romania the week before, announcing their engagement. It was great news in these troubled times, but he couldn't help but feel a stab of envy as he watched his older brother guide her over to the swinging hammock, where they both lay in each others arms, swaying in the cool summer breeze. He quickly averted his gaze, everyone was moving off in pairs around him. Fleur stood and planted herself in Bill's lap, opposite him at the table. Her arms lovingly wound around his neck as she admired her ring. Again to distract himself he stood up, and moved to reach the firewhiskey bottle. The sight that faced him next though sent him further into depression. His mother and father could be seen though the small kitchen window swaying in each others arms, instead of washing up, to a song playing on the wireless. He unscrewed the lid and knocked a gulp straight back, as his head came back down he saw his baby sister walk away from prying eyes with Harry; his arm wrapped securely around her waist. For a moment he was tempted to run after them, and then he remembered it wasn't just a lad, it was Harry, and he restrained himself. He sighed, annoyed as he watched Ron and Hermione argue, again, in the corner of the garden. He felt he should have been pleased that Ron was the only other Weasley male unattached. But Ron and Hermione's denial for each other was now just a pain for everyone else, as well as him. And by the way things were going they would be together before long anyway. He finally to his other half and was consumed by the feelings of envy, and of discomfort once again. This was the first time they had gone their separate ways.
They had said their first words together, walked together, shows their first signs of magic together, climbed aboard the Hogwarts express together, done every prank, trick and detention together, cast the same patronous and finally left school and set up a business together. But it seemed that in love there was no together. He briefly wondered if Fred felt the same. Probably not. He didn't notice anything these days… only a month of dating Angelina Johnson and he was besotted. He took back another large gulp of firewhiskey as he watched them settle themselves at the top of the hill, underneath the large oak, watching the fire flies as the sky grew slowly darker around them. George tore is gaze away and made his way, staggering slightly into the house, where he flooed back to the apartment. He had had enough of brooding for that night.
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A continual bleeping was the sound he awoke to the next morning at eight. He rolled over groaning – his bed sheets were twisted around his body from his restless nights sleep. He sat up, unwrapping them from his body, his eyes half closed, rumpling his hair as the bleeping steadily became louder. The alarm was a present from his mum. She had given all her sons one when they had left home, since they didn't have her as a personal wake up call anymore. He stood up, feeling coldness sweep his body as his feet made contact with the wooden floor. He stretched, watching his athletic body quiver in the long mirror on his door. The bleeping stopped now he was out of bed; and he heard the frying pan hitting the stove. He groaned again, that meant they had company, (as usual). Neither of the twins were morning people, they tended to walk around for the morning with their eyes closed. But when ever Angelina stopped, Fred seemed to think he had to impress her. He was annoyingly chirpy and made her breakfast. George was quite shocked the first morning it happened, and he was shaken from his sleep walking; and sure enough he heard a faint giggle. He grabbed a wrinkled grey t shirt from his floor and threw it over his head. When he had come out of his room in his boxers before, she had gone all flustered and slightly angry. George didn't see why, he was identical in every way to his twin. When he pointed this out to her however, she didn't take to kindly. He shuddered involuntarily. Once again thinking his brother as a brave man.
"Breakfast!" called Fred cheerfully as he saw George appear in the kitchen. He was standing over the stove. "Bacon and egg sandwiches" he added. George didn't answer; he did indeed feel half asleep. He sat at their small table, opposite Angelina and collapsed forward onto the hard wood, closing his eyes.
"I'll take that as a no," chuckled Fred. George made a grunting noise in response and Fred rolled his eyes, but sending wicked smiles to Angelina at the same time, who was going through a qudditch play book before work. She had got a job in the Magical Games and Sports office at the Ministry, and she was training to do refereeing.
"I'm not being overly perky." He said in response to the grunts. "I am merely making my beautiful girlfriend breakfast and was merely asking my dim-witted brother if he wanted any."
George grunted again as Angelina watched in amazement.
"No! I will not set the pan on fire! Again" he added in an undertone. "Do you want me to open up?"
George grunted.
"Well if you're sure, you'd better hurry then."
George dragged himself into the bathroom, jumping into the shower, hoping the strong jets would wake him up.
Angelina rolled her eyes. "You two!" she almost scolded.
"What have we done?" asked Fred indignantly.
"You've always done that since the first time I met you!"
"Done what"? Asked Fred in confusion; as he cut a sandwich into two.
"Never mind", she rolled her eyes as she stood up. "I'd better go or I'll be late" She quickly kissed him and took the two halves of the sandwich, and quickly disapperated.
"Women! "He sighed to himself. "They want to pick a fault with everything;" he muttered as he applied liberal amounts of tomato sauce to his bacon.
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As they opened up that morning, George could forget all about his depression, it was just like old times, before women, entered their lives. They restocked the shelves before they opened, when their small shop was cramped full of people, and soon the shelves of Skiving Snackboxes were completely empty. As he stood proudly behind the till, he couldn't help but feel elated as he watched his and his brothers' inventions practically walk out the door; it made him feel serious and childlike all at once; the best feeling.
Around lunchtime, the crowd thinned into barely anything, while the customers grabbed a bite to eat, Fred and George quickly picked up and discarded products, and rearranged shelves. Fred pulled out the mop and bucket where someone had trod in mud, and George dusted the 'muggle tricks' shelf. They both looked up from what they were doing when they heard the bell, to see their younger brother Ron, and his best friend Harry, enter the shop, both laughing, and practically holding each other up. They were both still shocked when they looked at Harry. He had removed his glasses, and had definitely been working out, and now was probably the same height as the twins. Ron, they just could not get se to him being taller than them, although it was coming for quite a while.
"I don't know Harry, I thought they suited him," Ron said nearly falling over the threshold, as Harry doubled over.
"What's up with you two?" Asked Fred. His own lip twitching at the sight of them. He sent the bucket and mop away with his wand as the two of them approached, their eyes practically streaming. George also felt his lips curved into a smile. It was nice to see Harry so relaxed.
"We went with the girls to Madam Malkins, dress robes were on the list again." said Ron. "What is it with girl" he added in an undertone. "We took a bout two minutes and they are still there"
"And guess who was there?" asked Harry.
"Go on," asked George.
"Malfoy." Said Ron.
"And?" the twins asked together.
"We walked out the changing rooms, to see him, with his mum," they both cracked up again. "Trying on robes that was possibly worse than Ron's for the Yule ball".
"Is that possible?" asked Fred grinning.
"Trust me. Very possible." Chortled Harry.
"We overheard his mum say they were traditional when a Malfoy came of age;" laughed Ron.
"The girls chucked us out before we got in trouble as Hermione said" explained Harry. "So we thought we'd drop in".
The twins both cracked up and the four were laughing at the image for a while.
"Ginny already got you whipped Harry, dragging you to buy clothes?" asked Fred teasingly.
Harry blushed slightly.
"You can't bloody talk" said George. "Angelina has you so bloody whipped; she could probably get you to actually try on one of the sets of dress robes."
Harry chortled. "Besides, I am Ginny's boyfriend I dot mind watching her change her clothes" the Weasley brothers stopped and looked to see his mouth twitching. "And Ron got dragged in by Hermione…" he turned to his best friend. "Seriously mate just asks her out."
Ron turned a shade of red to match his hair, and began to stammer a protest. Fred and Harry howled with laughter, when Harry saw that George had taken himself from the conversation and was making his way over to the till. Harry left Fred and Ron discussing girls, and approached him.
George saw Harry coming towards him. He shook himself out of his thoughts. He was pleased for Fred, he really was, but when they all started discussing the women in their lives he felt as though he was missing out, and he couldn't join in the conversation anyway.
"What's up?" asked Harry coming to a stop. George glanced away from his eyes, he felt as though Harry could see right through him when he starred like that.
"Nothing". He mumbled he picked up the pricing gun and began marking down the box of nose biting teacups; they had invented a better version, where you could actually programme them to attack certain people and not others.
"George, I'm sure I've looked like that a million times, I've also said a million times that everything is fine, when it's far from it. Come on tell me."
He sighed. He knew Harry wouldn't drop it, and he would break him eventually. He stepped from behind the till and walked back over to his brothers.
"Fred, do you mind if I step out for a while with Harry?" he asked.
"No go ahead" said Fred slightly surprised. "Fancy giving me a hand little bro?" he asked. Ron shrugged his shoulders, and they both watched as George and Harry retreated out the door.
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Half an hour later they found themselves in muggle London, in a bar, playing pool, and sipping a pint of beer each. Harry had explained that he had been attracting stares all day and asked if they could step out of Diagon Alley. George had no problem with this and had taken him to a bar that he and Fred were rather fond of. So far, Harry hadn't asked him, and he thought he could avoid it, but he knew that Harry was waiting for him to make the first move, and they probably would stay there until he had his answers.
George lent on his cue, watching as Harry took aim and hit a ball into a pocket.
"So. You want to know what's wrong?" asked George.
Harry took aim again and nodded. "Of course, I've noticed for a while, you've not been yourself mate". The ball missed by inches and George took up his go in silence; contemplating what to say. He looked up; Harry was just watching him, drinking from his glass. He took a deep breath.
"I don't know what's wrong with me. I should be happy for Fred, but I feel like he is leaving me behind."
"its only natural… for as long as I've known you two you've never been apart, I suppose now… well I suppose he spends more time with Angelina." Said Harry quietly. George pocketed the black ball ending the game and he and Harry returned to the bar.
"George it's horrible to think about, but all Fred is doing is growing up, going off and doing his own thing. And you need to do it as well"
He sighed. "I know your right Harry… I suppose it's the thought of us being separated… I can't imagine it." Harry patted his back as two pints were set before them. "Cheers mate" said George holding up his glass.
Suddenly there was a loud CRACK! Behind them, followed by a shout:
"Stupey!"
George and Harry hipped around to see five hooded and masked figures in the middle of the pub. They both reacted instantly, and dove underneath the pool table.
"Ok, any ideas?" asked George as he pulled out his wand. Three of the Death Eaters began to make their way towards them, and the other two started on the muggles.
"Ok first thing we need to do is help the muggles."
"How?" Asked George. "We're in as much shit at the moment."
"We need to take out these three first". He muttered. "On the count of three" he breathed in. "One… two… three!"
They both surfaced from underneath and immediately began duelling wit the three. They quickly took out one, whose mask fell when he collapsed, revealing himself to be the image of Gregory Goyle, probably his father. After a hurried duel, the three were on the floor, George and Harry quickly whipped off their masks and saw why it was so easy: Crabbe's dad was another, also so was another that Harry recognised from the paper, and George quickly mumbled something about him being crap.
"While the others don't notice" Harry whispered, dragging George into a corner. "You run for help, I'll stay and take down the other two."
"You're kidding right? We don't know who's under there!"
"George we need help." Harry stated determinedly.
George took one last look at Harry, and ran for it, he raced down the street, and into the Leaky Cauldron. He recognised a small band of red heads and ran over panting. His mum and dad were enjoying a drink with Bill and Fleur, he saw Charlie and Rachael talking to someone at the bar, and Hermione ands Ginny sitting at the end of the table comparing something.
He stopped at the table breathing heavily.
"George what's up?" asked Bill rising to his feet. "Is it Fred"?
George frantically shook his head, "Me and Harry went to muggle London to talk" he said his breathing coming under control. "Death Eaters…."
But he was cut off as his dad joined Bill on their feet.
"Molly call the Ministry, Bill, Fleur, Charlie and Rachael come with me and George"
George led the way down the street, them all running, Arthur jogging to keep up. Just as they approached there were multiple cracks, and ten aurors appeared in front of the bar. Kingsley and Tonks could be made out in the crowd. George pushed his way through the only thought in his head was Harry. He pulled open the door before anyone could stop him, to see one of the Death Eaters down and Harry frantically duelling with the other. At that moment the aurors burst in, and the Death Eater took one look around and disapperated.
Harry stood breathing heavily. George approached him and pulled him into a bear hug.
"I'm sorry I left you!" he mumbled.
"George don't be silly I told you to! And I'm fine" he said slapping him on the back.
He pulled away and gasped. He had been concentrating on Harry and hadn't noticed the carnage that was the Pub. Muggles all around were all bleeding heavily, whether conscious or not. His dad, two brothers and future sister in laws, all approached Harry once over the shock and all pulled him into hugs. The rest stayed to help, and Arthur ran back up to let the girls and Molly know everything was fine.
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An hour later George and Harry were still in the pub. They were helping the healers collect up all the muggles and help the oblivators question them before getting rid of the memory.
George helped a middle aged man from a healer to an oblivator, reassuring him that everything was fine. He looked up to greet the woman and did a double take.
Alicia Spinnet.
"Alicia! How are you?" he asked giving her a quick hug before helping the man into a chair.
"I'm good! How are you! I hear the shop is a bug success!"
George grinned and was about to say something when he realised:
"Oh your working… well I'm helping around anyway, want to grab something to eat after? Catch up?"
She smiled. "That's would be great, Ill need cheering up after this."
George smiled and went to help Harry who was dealing with a screaming woman.
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September 1st 1988
George looked around grinning stupidly. This was the year he was going to Hogwarts! He climbed onto the train with his twin brother, and older brother Charlie who was going into his sixth year. Bill had just left, and his other brother Percy was going into this year. He has received the usual lectures about staying out of trouble, but he couldn't help it if mischief was in his nature? After Charlie had sworn to keep an eye on them, rolling his eyes in the process, their mother and sent them onto the train. His younger brother Ron, muttering darkly about the prank they had played on him the day before. (Just a little good bye present), and their baby sister Ginny had tears pouring down her face.
Charlie had told them to be good, and keep each other company as he went off with his girlfriend to an empty compartment. The twins pulled faces at each other at the thought, and they entered a compartment. Inside was another student. A girl.
"Heya" she said shyly.
"Hi" they replied together. They stored away their trunks and sat down opposite her.
"First year?" She asked. They both nodded.
"You?" asked Fred.
She nodded. "Alicia. Alicia Spinnet". She said holding out a hand.
"Fred and George Weasley" said George shaking her hand.
She grinned slightly. "And how am I meant tot ell you apart"?
"Well your not. Where's the fun in that?" asked Fred grinning.
"Well I am better looking" said George grinning. She was kind of cute, chocolate brown hair that sat on her shoulder, a scatter of freckles across her nose, and chocolate brown eyes surrounded by long lashes. For the first time he found himself ignoring his brother as he talked to this girl. Fred dint seem to mind though, he was arguing most of the time with a tall black girl with braids who was called Angelina.
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September 1997
The party at the burrow was in full swing, every celebrating Fred and Angelina's engagement. The couple in question spent most of their night dancing, whether wildly or in each others arms; or at the table, (where they currently were); Angelina plated firmly in Fred's lap, kissing him tenderly. Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny had returned for the weekend for the party; Harry and Ginny were currently on the dance floor swaying to a muggle song, how do I live, Ron and Hermione were once again in the corner of the garden, arguing. The garden was underneath the night sky, his family in couples, amongst at least seventy party guests. Friends and family. And George didn't care. He had his own love. He was sitting next to Alicia at the table, her small hand clasped in his own. They were currently competing and doing a tequila shot. The song ended, and Harry and Ginny slowly unwrapped themselves from each other, and came over to the table, grabbing a butterbeer each and retreating to a private part of the garden. Harry shot George a wink which he returned. He trusted Harry with his sister, and knew the wink was directed and his relationship with Alicia. After pouring his heart out to Harry, out of everyone, he knew Harry was the most pleased for him. He finally understood why Fred was so besotted, and why he had proposed… he loved Alicia with every breath in his body. For a year now, the four of them tended to stay in the twins flat, getting up and having breakfast together, George found himself to be as cheerful as Fred. He knew it was going to be strange when Fred moved in Angelina, but that wasn't for a while yet and he hoped he wouldn't be alone.
"Come on." He said to Alicia. And pulled her onto the dance floor to another muggle song. Because you loved me. He looked behind him to see Fred pulling Angelina on as well, and sent a quickly wink his way, which was returned.
After the song he led her on a walk. He had always planned to do this at this spot; he had got the idea from when he had seen his twin and his fiancé watching the fire flies. He pulled a rug from underneath a bush along with a bottle of champagne. Alicia raised her eyebrows, but her lips were curved into a smile. They both stat down, her head against his chest as they lay down, watching the midnight blue sky turn inky black, the blinking stars scattered across.
"Alicia" he asked quietly.
"mmm;" she answered contently.
George slowly bought himself into a sitting poison. She frowned slightly, moved form her comfortable position. George handed her a flute of the bubbly drink and stood up, approaching the now invisible fireflies, which could only be seen at dusk.
"Fred what are you doing?" she asked in confusion. She was smoothed down her dress, a deep scarlet red that was skin tight until her knees. He sent a wicked smile over her shoulder.
"Just preparing my next trick" he said with a wink
She stood up. "I dot know if I want to be around for a Weasley twin trick gone wrong" she said.
He approached her grabbing her hand. "Alicia just watch, sit down and trust me."
She hesitated slightly, but nodded and sat back down.
George produced a bottle of hair spray from his pocket; she raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything.
Hidden from her view, all she could hear was it being sprayed.
He slowly moved away, and sat back down and he heard her gasp.
I love you
Will you marry me?
Was spelt out in the fire flies. Against the blackness of the sky, the golden glow was beautiful. Alicia quickly turned, to see George, an open box in his hand containing a beautiful ring. A deep ruby, flaked by two small diamonds. Her hands flew to her mouth.
"Your killing me here." He chuckled slightly out of nerves.
"Well I'm not going to turn down that rock" she said flinging her arms around his neck.
He slipped it on and kissed her lowering her back onto the rug.
"We shouldn't say anything tonight" he said. "Its Fred and Angelina's night"
"I agree," she whispered.
"I suppose we will have to create our own celebration," he whispered mischievously.
"I suppose" she agreed. Pulling him down on top of her. George kissed her with all his worth, loosening his top buttons;
She was worth the wait
A little voice said in his head. He grinned at it and went in for the kill.