Disclaimer: After the first part and seven chapters of this sequel, I do not own Harry Potter.

I lay on my couch with my head in Melody's lap, as she gently stroked my hair next to where my ear had been.

I felt pleasantly relaxed now that she was here, like I always did whenever she was around. And I was also pleasantly relieved that she hadn't been repulsied by my disfigurement. But it had actually been the opposite. Surprisingly, she'd flung herself at me and gave me the best kiss I've ever had, hands down. And then she'd apologized, even though it hadn't been her fault. I didn't even care anymore, now that she was there.

I looked up her and she smiled gently at me. "I love you, Melody," I told her.

"I love you too, George," she said, leaning down to press a kiss against my forehead.

I sat up, pulling her into my arms and cradeling her against me. She gave a contented sigh, pressing her face into my chest. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked.

"How much?" she said, her voice muffled.

"I love you so much, that I would give up anything to make you happy."

She looked up at me, a smile on her face. "I feel the same way, George."

"This war it's so crazy . . . so unpredictable. . . . People are dying . . . people we thought would be around forever . . . like Mad Eye Moody."

The smile slid unexpedidly from her face. She sat up, confused. "What are you on about, George?"

I took her hands in mine, holding them against my chest. "There's a chance that either of us could die in this stupid war. And I . . . if I die, I want you to move on."

Melody's eyes got unnaturally wide. She shook her head, saying "George –"

"No, just listen. Just move on with out me, Melody, okay? I want you to be happy."

"But I am happy. I'm happy with you? Why are we talking about this, George? You're – we're not going anywhere. Not for a very long time."

"Mel, there's a war going on. We've gotta to realize that there's a very possible chance that we won't live through tomorrow." I pressed my hand to her cheek as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "I didn't mean to make you cry, love. I really want for you to be happy, even if it means your with some other bloke."

"Well, what about you?" Melody said, her unshed tears making her eyes shine.

A small smile came to my face. "Mel, love, I could never move on without you."

"Then you can't expect me to do the same."

I sighed, pulling her to me again. There was no arguing with her, I realized. She was stubborn, which was one of the reasons why I loved her so much.

Placing a kiss against the top of her head, I leaned back against the couch. I couldn't imagine my world without Melody.

And, as it seemed, she couldn't imagine her world without me.

"I love you so much, Melody," I whispered.

"I love you too, George."

A/N: So I know it was short but it was really sweet, don't you think? Now, onto bigger and better things.

"How could you do this to us, Melody? You're supposed to be our friend! You're supposed to fight with us!"

"I could never be friends with a filthy, blood-traitor like you, Weasel-bee."

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