A/N: I know this is a short chapter, but I hope you still enjoy it. Please review.

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"Morning, Ron," greeted George cheerfully. It had been two years since Fred's passing. Ron still helped out George with the shop. Ron smiled at him. "How come I see something behind your smile?" he asked, looking suspiciously at Ron.

Ron looked behind him. Hermione and Harry came in, carrying a large portrait of Fred. "It's nice to see the shop again," said Fred's portrait. "George! How could you! What have you done with the shelves? They're all yellow and I told you I hate yellow!" he scolded.

It ain't fair you died too young

"Oh quite whining," said Ron. "You've been whining the whole time!" George stared at the portrait. Ron looked at him. "I thought you'd like Fred still running the shop with you, well, even if it had to be this way," he said.

George looked at Fred's portrait, then back at Ron. "Couldn't have thought better," he said. Harry and Hermione managed to hand the portrait on the wall using Wingardium Leviosa. "Hey Fred, aren't you looking a little too upset? Yellow isn't that bad."

"Fine, it could've been worse. You could've painted it pink," said Fred's portrait.

Ron smirked. "You should see the stockroom."

After a couple of weeks running the shop with George, Ron felt that George had coped up enough, now that a memory of Fred is with him. Fred's portrait helped the run the shop smoothly during those weeks. By the end of March, Ron said something that both disappointed but delighted George,

"I'm going to try being an Auror," said Ron as he sat on the armchair and looked at George. "You don't really seem to need me much anymore, seeing you running it practically with Fred. Harry's been inviting me to join him since last year, and I really want to become an Auror." He blinked. "I hope you understand, though."

George laughed. "Of course I do. I knew you would' fancy staying in a small place like this. I can see that Hermione is in the Ministry too, no wonder you want some work nearer to where she is." Ron blushed. "Come off it Ron, we've all noticed by now," said George.

Fred's portrait interrupted the conversation. "And you weren't going to tell this news to me because I'm in this picture frame?" he asked grudgingly. Ron laughed.

Like a story that had just begun

"Ron's going to bring you along to their wedding though, right Ron?" said George jokingly. Ron looked at Fred's portrait, and not wanting to offend him, nodded quickly. "See how two years can tame the puppy?" he said. Ron glared, but he didn't mind much.

After Ron left the shop and George was left to clean, Fred's portrait said, "Ron seems to be growing up faster than ever. Look at him, acting all mature. How old is he anyway?" he asked, scratching his nose as he watched George clean the dusty shop.

"He just turned twenty," he replied. Fred nodded understandingly. "You should have seen him snogging with Hermione the other day. Mum wasn't in favor of them doing it often though, but Ron's old enough to know what he wants to do."

"Watch him closely, George. You know our Ron can panic so much when it comes to girls," reminded Fred's portrait. "We don't want him to lose Hermione too easily. She's a great girl for him, knowing that they've been through so much together. From the looks of it, Hermione does more than fancy our little Ron too," he said.

"Agreed," said George. He smiled at Fred. "I guess I have to turn in early tonight. See you tomorrow," he said with a wave and left a shop. Though he was happy to be speaking to Fred often, he still liked it if he were alive and with him.

The death tore the pages all away

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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I'll make it up to you soon. Please review.