Kagome huddled into her jacket against the biting air, her hands feeling as though they were being stabbed with icicles. She had apparated a little down from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes so George wouldn't spot her.
She had realized her mistake as soon as she said the words, but she was too angry to admit she was wrong. Without work, this past week had driven her crazy with cabin fever, finally baking a batch of cookies to make amends with George.
"Finally." She breathed, her breath coming out in a puff.
Ducking into the joke shop, Ron looked up from stocking with a nod and smile. "George is upstairs, want me to get him?"
"Oh no thanks, I'll just go up." Kagome smiled.
Loosening her scarf, she began climbing the stairs, her stomach in knots as his back came into view.
George bent down next to him, catching Kagome out of the corner of his eyes. "We're closed."
"I deserve that. Here, I made these for you; I just wanted to come and say sorry. I was angry and I took it out on you and I shouldn't have." Kagome nodded, moving forward to place the plate on the shelf next to him.
George stared at the plate as she turned and walked closer to the stairs, "you think a plate full of cookies makes up for that?"
Kagome froze, her foot on the top step. "No." she brought her foot back up, moving to the side to lean against the railing.
George turned, crossing his arms and leaning back into the shelves. "You're tongue is going to get you in trouble."
"It already has… clearly."
Dropping his hand onto the cookies, George held one out to her shaking it a little as she shook her head. "Come on, you're not the only one needing to apologize. Take the cookie and let me say sorry now."
"Fine." Kagome sighed.
Reaching out, she grabbed the cookie, her fingertips brushing his as they kept their gaze locked.
"Hey George—" "Go away Ron, we'll talk later."
George grabbed her wrist lightly, pulling her closer. "I'm sorry." He whispered.