I'm not sure if we're dating, or casually seeing each other, or just friends. Do I get her a Valentines Day present? Do I have to ask her out for it , or is it implied? What if she doesn't think we are dating and she already has another date? "George?" I mean, we never said we where together exactly but I didn't think I was being subtle about my intentions of being with her. After our date a few weeks a go I started coming up with more holiday ideas, not just Christmas either, some serious things that we can have in the shop at Diagon Ally.

"GEORGE" I looked to my brother who had an annoyed expression on his face and lifted an eyebrow. "I've said your name like ten times." I shrugged my shoulders and continued to make the Skiving Snack Boxes we where working on. I could do this in my sleep, assemble these, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I was doing with her. And Valentine's day was coming fast, just another week.

My favorite part of the D.A. meetings was seeing her, her wand movements always fluid, like she was moving in water, but determined at the same time. She threw a Ravenclaw boy into a wall the other day when we where dueling, and she didn't even seem phased when the spell he shot at her that missed her by an inch. She had this air about her when it came to magic, not like Hermione in a know-it-all way, but a confidence in what she is capable of and she's very attentive to everything Harry says. Like she was with me when we where at Zonko's, a willingness to learn from a master that made you feel proud of what you do.

"So are you seeing her for Valentine's Day?" the way my brother said "her", almost like it hurt him physically to mention Violet.

"Why do you hate her, Fred?" this had been bothering me for a while, from the night on the stairs that I first felt the electricity and the look of fire in his eyes before I asked her on the date. I'm not sure what had happened between the two of them, or if anything happened at all. Sometimes my brother just latches onto something he doesn't like and finds reasons.

"She's not right. The girl has more feelings then mum does." Sometimes. There are days where Violet looks like she could break at any moment, and there are days where she's all over the place and then there are the days where she's mellow, almost like everyone else. But I think part of what makes me like her is that she's not like everyone else, there is something a little off and a lot amazing about her.

"And she's already messing with the business. I mean, you haven't been all there since you got into her. Why don't you just snog her and get it over with? Then things can get back to normal." I didn't even feel myself stand up and walk out of the room. What if I did snog her and all the feelings went away, what if I only liked her because I didn't have her yet?

By the time it clicked that I had been walking I was in the Great Hall where Violet and Nicki where sitting and writing and talking and not looking anywhere near the entrance. I knew exactly why I came here the moment I saw her, I needed to know. If the electricity and butterflies where real, if we where together, if I had to make plans for Valentine's day.

So I walked up to her, sat next to her on the long bench and when she turned to me I pressed my lips against hers. When she applied the same pressure to my lips the sounds around us started to slowly get muffled, like when your ears fill with water after you've gone for a swim. You can hear things, but at the same time you can't. We stayed kissing, the world slowing down until Nicki pulled us apart, quite literally.

"Umbridge is coming." She said harshly and looked back down at her book. Someone yelled it, but we didn't hear, someone who was either in the right place at the right time, or keeping a sharp look out. Either way, they deserved some free merchandise.

Colors where still popping like fireworks around me, turning into designs of the two of us before exploding. That's a great idea for a product, sort of like Dr. Filibuster's only bigger. More fire, more explosions, more unf.

"I have to go, do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me for Valentine's day?" She frowned and shook her head. I guess the kiss wasn't nearly as good for her as it was for me.

"I already have plans, George." Of course she did, why wouldn't she? She's pretty, and she's not mine. I'm sure she's had plenty of offers. I should have asked her earlier, should have asked her when I started thinking about it the day we got back from break.

But I waited to long.


"I do" her voice is a little shaky and her hands are cold but when I slip the white gold ring onto her finger she warms, her body no longer worried or scared. Our eyes lock and I entwine our fingers pulling her to me, slowly preparing both of us for what comes next.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife" our smiles match and the words sink in. I'm married, I am not officially off the market, my bachelor pad is now a home that me and my wife share. No more wild romps for me. No more hearing the giggle of a young women when they hear a joke that they don't understand.

"You may kiss the bride." And I do.

This kiss right now is just as big and explosive as the first. I didn't notice that first time but her lips fit mine perfectly. They seemed to be the exact shape they needed to be for my own, just like every other part of her. It's why after our first time I was determined to marry her, we fit like puzzle pieces, and you can't just separate that.

That first kiss is how I knew I wanted her, in the moments after I wanted to give up, admit the defeat that I had waited to long to have her and thrown in the towel, but that didn't last long. I'm George Weasley, and if I could out-smart my mother and start one half of a business from my dorm room at Hogwarts, I could get the girl.

I remember very clearly trying to explain why it upset me so much that she had other plans for that trip while at the same time trying to explain the fireworks idea to my brother that evening. He was happy that she had other plans, happy that I had such an idea (even if it was the result of snogging her). But at the same time I knew he felt the sting of the cut I was feeling, just like if he where here now I know that he would feel the tip of pleasure that I do in this moment.

I didn't know it then, either, but she was a muse. Weasleys' Wildfire Wiz-bang's is a top seller, and it was an idea that came to me after that first kiss, after I saw the colors like I see now. And when we finally pull away there is no longer any doubt of what she is to me. There is no more maybe's, no more what-if's about who we are as a couple. She is no longer my girlfriend, or fiance , she is my wife.


AN: I feel like I'm on a little bit of a roll. What do you guys think? Good? Bad? Horrendously awesome?

Preview:

" I could see a few of them looking up to the sky, over and over again worried that something would descend upon our happy day much like it did with Bill and Fleur's wedding a year ago. "