George woke with a start; the light was starting to shine through the curtains into the room, signaling dawn. He softly groaned and rubbed his eyes tiredly, glancing over at Kagome.

She was still sleeping soundly, she lay on her belly and hugged her pillow to her face closer.

'What's this then?' he thought brushing his fingertips along the skin surrounding the scar.

It looked angry, like it was new, red and welted with a deep purple undertone and a newer area in the middle. Kagome twitched at the touch, mumbling something and rolling over.

George sighed again and carefully climbed out of bed, before pulling on his discarded pants and a shirt. He made his way downstairs into the kitchen, staring at the odd muggle items.

"It's a coffee pot, it's our own form of magic."

George jumped as Misa appeared in the doorway, still dressed in her work clothes.

"Sorry, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet, I didn't think I was that loud." George apologized.

Misa waved him off and walked into the kitchen, bustling around with ease. "No Mr. Weasley you weren't loud, I should say you and Kagome weren't loud."

George blushed at her teasing, he and Kagome didn't do anything like what she was implying, but coming from her mother that she hadn't spoken to in years that he had never met he suddenly felt like they had.

Misa gestured for him to sit with her at the table, "I want to make something clear with you, while I don't think magic is natural and I don't want to be associated with it, if you're planning to hurt her I will advise you to get out of this relationship now. She's been through more then you or your brother know and the last thing she needs is more pain."

"I'm not… I would never hurt her." George said. 'She can't be as bad as Kagome said she was, she seems nice.' He thought absently.

"Where have I heard that before? Oh yes, your twin said the same thing the last time I saw him, he came asking for my blessing to marry her; then he went and died in that final battle."

"Yeah, that's exactly it, he died. He didn't plan on it." George said.

Misa shrugged, "I'm sure he could have done something different, then we wouldn't be having this conversation would we?"

George bristled at Misa, hitting his hands flat on the table and standing up. "Excuse me."

He winced at how loud he sounded to his one ear, turning and leaving the kitchen, he didn't want to get angrier at her, he took back anything nice he thought about her, she was a bitch…