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i.
They make the team the same year. Prior to that, Angelina barely knows George at all. But they are new together, and he and Fred have always seemed like good blokes. At the very least, they're a laugh.
ii.
"I'm gonna get sunstroke!" George complains.
"Think it'll actually shut you up?" Angelina teases, zooming past him on her broom, clutching the Quaffle tightly.
She only sees his face for a moment, but she sees the amusement in his eyes. Maybe it's just her imagination, but she would swear she hears him tell his twin, "I think I like her, Fred."
iii.
"If you get hurt," Oliver says, his hair ruffled by the breeze, "hurt 'em back. You get killed… walk it off."
Angelina rolls her eyes. By now, she's used to his pep talks. "I can still never tell if he's joking or not," she murmurs.
George laughs. "Now, Angie, you know Oliver doesn't joke about Quidditch."
She nudges him. "Don't call me Angie."
iv.
George always seems to silently challenge her. There's no competition at practice, but the two of them race, neck to neck.
He mimics snoring before jolting "awake" and looking at her, grinning. "Oh. I'm sorry. I fell asleep waiting for you to make me a sandwich."
"Go back to sleep," she says, willing her broomstick to go faster, "and starve."
She hears his laughter behind her, and she can't help but smile.
v.
They sit on the Quidditch pitch together after practice. Angelina wonders why she feels so nervous. It isn't like they're strangers.
"You know what's going to happen one day, don't you?" he asks, his hand grazing hers.
She pulls it away, shaking her head. "I promise not to fall in love with you."
George just laughs and leans back, cushioned by the lush grass. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
She opens her mouth to laugh at him, to tell him he's full of himself. The protest doesn't come. She frowns. When she had said it, she had felt so sure of herself. Why should she have any doubts now?
vi.
When Fred and George fly away, she is frozen. She wishes she could go with them.
vii.
The three of them are at the first Puddlemere match of the season. George excuses himself, muttering something about wanting a lemonade.
"You know he loves you, don't you?" Fred notes.
Angelina bites the inside of her cheek. She's suspected as much for a while now. If she's honest with herself, the feeling is mutual. Instrad of answering, she keeps her eyes on the sky, grinning when she sees Oliver fly out with the rest of his team.
"Tell him," Fred says. "Listen to your elders or whatever."
"Elder?" She raises her brows. "You're like a month older than me."
"Still older."
She just shakes her head. Even if the feelings are there, she isn't ready.
viii.
She doesn't know what to say when Fred dies. The words refuse to find her, even when she and George are alone on the Quidditch pitch together.
George falls into her arms, and she holds him.
ix.
The day they're married, they return to the Quidditch pitch once again. It's where they spent so much time with Fred, and it only seems right to end their day here.
"I miss him so much," George says.
Angelina kisses his cheek. "Me too."
x.
The first time Freddie Weasley climbs on a broomstick, he's a natural. Angelina stands by her husband's side, grinning proudly.
"Guess it runs in the family," George says before offering her a lolly. "Sweet?"
She narrows her eyes, instantly recognizing the wrapper. "An Acid Pop?" she asks. "Really?"
There are three things Angelina will always be absolutely sure about. Their lives would be empty without Quidditch, and George will always be the goofball she fell in love with.