George turned between the groups inside of the shop, the after work hour crowd had swarmed quickly, making him silently curse letting Ron go home early after having three weeks off to Australia.
"Have a skiving snackbox, the next time your brother tries to take your sweets will be the last time." George winked, handing the box to a little girl before slipping off to avoid the girl's mother.
A familiar head of dark hair had him straightening his tie before tapping her on the shoulder.
"I didn't think I'd find you before I had to go back to St. Mungo's." Kagome sighed.
"Have you… have you been crying?" George asked. Glancing around, he pulled her gently into his office, shutting the door behind him. "What's the matter?"
Kagome shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, "sorry, we're short staffed since the ministry came and took everyone associated with Death Eaters in for questioning, part of their plan to clean up. I've been pulling doubles for the last week."
"Alright, are you sure that's it? Malfoy didn't do anything did he?" George prodded.
"He's turning me into a horrible person, he keeps pushing buttons and I just keep saying terrible things!" Kagome exclaimed, her fingers digging into her scalp.
"You're not a horrible person, he's just scum." George mumbled.
Kagome leaned back onto his desk, lowering her hands and looking up at him. "Sorry, I'm running on almost nothing. Lack of sleep and dealing with him everyday is giving me a nervous break down."
George shrugged, "ignore him, or ask if they'll give you different shifts."
"Yeah, Healer Smethwyck hasn't been in a good mood since the Aurors came in and swept out the others so I don't think that'll work." Kagome sighed.
"You could work here." George suggested.
Kagome smiled, "that wouldn't work, I'm not funny like you."
George gave a one-shoulder shrug and leaned back on the desk next to her.
"Right, I need to get ready to go back and you should probably get back out there." Kagome sighed.
Pushing off of the desk Kagome stood straight and pulled her hair into a high pony-tail. "Wish me luck, I might kill him this time."
George laughed and stood straight, moving to the door. "I doubt that."
"I can be scary." Kagome argued.
"Right, about as scary as a pygmy puff."
Kagome pointed, her fingertip resting on George's chest. "Look here Weasley, a pygmy puff has nothing on me."
George smirked and gripped her finger, tugging her closer as she blushed. "I suddenly don't doubt that."
"You should get out there." Kagome mumbled.
"In a minute." George replied.
He bent down, gently placing his lips to hers before standing straight. "Have a good night at work."