**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.

"I don't know what to wear and Mrs. Weasley will kill me if I don't show up looking beautiful." I whined to Con. Con looked at me like she had no clue how to help me.

"Don't ask me. I may know about the cleaning and cooking aspects of femininity, but I am not very good at the dressing up and looking pretty part. I have always been a tom boy at heart." Con responded. I groaned in frustration. "Just do your best honey; I'm sure Mrs. Weasley will accept however you wish to dress." Con added encouragingly. I sighed dramatically causing her to chuckle at me. Annie came into the kitchen just then, looking a bit happier than she had been these past few weeks. She looked at me and frowned.

"What's wrong Dee?" She asked sincerely. I was genuinely surprised that she had shown her concern. She has still been stuck in her shy and quiet mode.

"I have to come up with something pretty and girly to wear to Bill Weasley and Fluer's wedding." I explained. Her eyes twinkled.

"You know, you would look beautiful in an icy blue colored dress. You should definitely get one that's not too long. Maybe curl your hair a bit." She said with a smile as she grabbed an apple for breakfast from the bowl on the counter. She skipped out of the room leaving Con and I staring after her with open mouths.

"What has gotten into her?" Con asked to no one in particular. I nodded my head in agreement with the question. Con then turned to look at me. "Well, I guess you found your answer. Icy blue, mid-length dress, curls." She said, ending with a wink as I groaned at the idea of wearing a dress. I could do skirts because then I could wear leggings under them but I HATE dresses.

"So what are YOU going to wear to the wedding Con?" I asked with a smirk, putting the pressure on her now. She stopped mid-slice of an apple she was cutting up and glared at me. I laughed.

"What's so funny?" George asked loudly as he apparated in, startling both of us. We both glared at him for a moment before answering.

"We were just discussing what we were going to wear to Bill and Fluer's wedding." I explained. His eyes lit up and he smiled.

"Oh, I think that Dee should wear something sheer and skimpy…" He said absently as his eyes drifted into the visual fantasy of me actually doing so. I rolled my eyes.

"As if I would wear something like that…. I thought YOU had better fashion sense than that, even for a guy…" I commented to him. He stuck his tongue out at me playfully. We both laughed. "Actually, we already figured out what I would wear. We were just starting to discuss what Con should wear." I said, again smirking towards Con. She sent me a glare as she continued to slice her apple, cutting off the skins and popping them into her mouth as she sliced each piece.

"Hmmm… Definitely something pretty but motherly." George said in a muse of what he thought Con should wear. I laughed. Con glared at him.

"I'm a mother yes, but I'm not old. I think I'll wear something skimpy. I've been meaning to find Annie a new 'daddy'." She said playfully kidding, making us all laugh. "Let's just forget about what I'm going to where." Con suggested.

"No, please don't forget to wear something, Con. My mum would kill you, though you might have all the men defending you against her." George said with a laugh. I gave George a curious look before rolling my eyes. Con looked slightly affronted but brushed it off.

"Let's leave this conversation behind and quick, before someone gets hurt." I said, looking at George to indicate I meant him when I was talking about someone getting hurt.

George grabbed an apple of his own and started eating it noisily. I ignored him and found myself some bread to make me a sandwich.

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We were to take a port key to the Burrow. Con, Annie and I were all going to stay there for the week prior to the wedding so that we can help out Mrs. Weasley.

"Annie, come on. I promise that Verity won't be there. George asked Fred and assured it." I pleaded with Annie from the bottom of the circular stairs. I heard a growl but it sounded resigned, if that's possible. A few minutes later, Annie thumped down the stairs carrying her bag. I grinned at her and she smiled softly and rolled her eyes. I didn't know for sure what had happened at the Joke shop but Annie and Verity hated each other, officially.

We headed out the door and I absently cast the protective charms over the house to assure its safety while we were away. Heading towards the port key, an old leather boot, I smiled happily. I was very happy to be back among the Weasley family. I felt at home with them and I was always reminded of George with something or someone. We reached the port key and Annie went first. Con went second. I went last. As I landed with a thud on the ground nausea came over me strongly and I spilled my guts onto the ground before me. Con was immediately at my side.

"Dee, are you okay? The nausea usually isn't that bad." I heard her say but my mind was clouded with the awful feeling in my gut. I groaned and felt myself being helped up.

"What's wrong with her?" I heard Ron ask as I felt him pick me up.

"I don't know. She must have gotten a bug and then the nausea from porting caused her to get sick." I heard Con try to rationalize the situation. It was a bumpy way to the house. I felt horrible.

I felt us enter the house and then I was lain out on the couch. Mrs. Weasley fussed over me, asking me where I felt sick but I couldn't answer her because I felt sure that if I opened my mouth, I would barf again. I didn't feel sick other than my stomach and the way it was affecting my head. After a long time of lying down, I thought I finally felt better but when I sat up, I again felt nausea. I clamped a hand over my mouth and ran for the bathroom.

I must have fallen asleep on the bathroom floor and someone moved me. I now lay in a bed. I looked around without sitting up because I still felt sick. George sat in a chair beside me, his eyes closed. The setting sun shown in through the window and glistened off his red hair, making him look angelic. I laughed at the thought, causing George to awaken. He quirked an eye brow at me and a smile slowly spread across his face.

"Feeling better love?" He asked softly. I closed my eyes to focus on seeing how my body felt. I felt tired and a little nausea but not nearly as bad as earlier. I relayed this to George and he smiled grimly. "I wonder where you picked up a bug from. Or maybe you just took a bite out of a puking pastel to try to get out of helping with the wedding." He accused ornerly. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I don't know who would ever want to make themselves sick just to get out of doing something." I mused with a grin at him. He laughed. I threw the blanket off of me and realized that I was only in my underwear. I cocked an eyebrow questioningly at George and he laughed.

"As if my mum would let me undress you… She did it herself." I blushed at the thought of Mrs. Weasley undressing me.

"Did she freak out about my scars?" I asked softly. George's hand cupped my cheek lovingly.

"Love, she wouldn't tell you if they bothered her. Though I'm sure she is curious. I didn't tell her about them and she didn't ask me. I'm sure she'll be courteous about it though, if she does ask. Don't worry." George comforted. I smiled meekly at him. "Want me to help you get dressed?" He asked with a waggle of his eye brows and an ornery smirk. I laughed and shoved him away playfully. I dressed myself quickly and took George's hand as he led me downstairs to the kitchen where apparently a flock of geese hand flown in. Not really. It sounded like it though. Everyone was talking over everyone else, it was chaos.

When everyone saw me come in, immediately I had their attention. Fleur smiled friendly at me and Ginny beamed at me.

"How are you feeling Dee?" Mrs. Weasley asked from her spot in front of the stove.

"Feeling much better." I said cheerfully but meekly. Everyone, satisfied with my answer, started talking again loudly. George led me to a pair of chairs next to each other and we both sat down. Suddenly bowls were flying across the room and landing with loud thuds on the table. In front of me landed a bowl of deviled eggs. The scent reached my nose and immediately the nausea was back. I pushed back my chair, knocking it to the floor, and ran from the room with my hand over my mouth until I could get to the bathroom. I heard shouts of concern from behind me and I was pretty sure that George had followed, but I didn't care. I had to get to the bathroom, where I emptied my stomach of the little it had left in it. Great… I'm going to be sick during the wedding… I hate being sick but at least then maybe I won't have to attend the wedding…

***Finally I updated! Yeah! Sorry it took so long. I've been very busy with school, work, and new books/video games that have got me hooked. LOL. Hope you guys enjoy this. Nothing too serious in it but hints at what is to come. Muhahaha! :P Thanks for all the reviews and please don't forget to check out my other story, Tyger, which is a companion story to this one with Annie as the main character. It may be confusing for you with some stuff concerning her in this story if you don't read the other one too. Anyways, thanks for Reading! Please Review! I luv ya guys. =)