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A/N: Personally, this is my favorite chapter. ;)

When George arrived back at his flat he was surprised to find every room lit up and boxes strewn about everywhere. All of his things were in tact, but when he went into the bathroom he noticed that all of Lana's girlier products were nowhere to be found, and that in their bedroom her side of the closet was bare. He didn't know what to make of it--he didn't know if he should be concerned or smile. He didn't see Lana anywhere and he wondered if this was some Muggle ritual he didn't know about (as they had a lot of odd rituals) and continued to look for her. Finally, he saw her in the living room, sitting on their plush couch with a glass of red wine in her tiny hands.

"Oh, hello" She said coolly, putting the glass down. George could tell she hadn't drank yet, and he was thankful for that it's not good to make drunken, rash decisions.

"Lana..." He said unsure, "we need to talk."

She threw her head back, he black hair dancing on her back. "That's an understatement for you!"

George blinked, maybe she had gotten drunk and he didn't know about it. "Lana, I really don't know what you're talking about, enlighten me?"

She narrowed her pretty blue eyes. "Enlighten you, George Weasley? I certainly will, I am not an idiot because that's certainly what you seem to think! I know you never loved me, I know you don't want me, and I know you're screwing around on me!" Her voice broke on the word 'screwing' and George thought that he'd never noticed this rather dramatic side of her. And it was quite hilarious although he held back the urge to laugh. In this moment, Lana reminded him of some tart Ron had dated in his sixth year--Lavender.

George moved toward her and sat opposite on the couch. Lana looked at him with sad eyes, tears brimming in them. Oh fuck thought George, more girls crying.

He cleared his throat. This was as good of a time as any, and she'd been the one to give him the opening. "You're right about some things Lana and...I'm sorry. I never meant to end up hurting you and there's absolutely no excuse for that. Not me feeling sorry for myself, not me wanting someone around, none. I do want you...if I didn't I wouldn't have let this go on for so long. Don't ever think I didn't want you, but you are right I never loved you. And I'm sorry for wasting a year of your life on something I never wanted in the first place."

Lana sniffed, her breathing pattern was becoming somewhat normal again. "And have you been sleeping with someone else?"

"No" said George, "I wouldn't do that to you."

She nodded looking down at her hands, "I um...I think I always knew. From that very first night you were just--so good to me, you know? And I didn't want to let that go. But over the last few months you've been so distant, even more so than what I had grown accustomed to. I knew that you couldn't pretend anymore and that I had to stop being so damn selfish and let you go. But I had to hear all of this from you first, I had to, so I'd know everything about us wasn't a lie."

George didn't know what to say, he thought it'd be easier than this. He thought it'd be easy to finally get rid of her, but Lana was a person. And as he sat across from her, taking in his confession, he realized there was so much to her he'd never bothered to know, that he hadn't wanted to know. He kissed her forehead gently and smiled at her, "it wasn't all a lie."

Lana stood up then and stretched, "I'm going to stay at my parents tonight. I'll be moving into the dorms tomorrow and have all of this out before you get home." She looked down and around before looking at George again speaking low, "do you...love her? Your brother's..."

George didn't realize how he ever could've misjudged this girl's perceptiveness. "Yeah" he said after some time, "I think I do. Lana do you think he'd hate me?" George had been wondering this for months and found it all kind of comical and hazy that his now ex-girlfriend would be the person he'd ask.

She tilted her head and smiled at him, placing her hands on his before she bent down in front of him. "No, George I don't think he'd hate you at all."

And with that Lana ran her hand along his cheek before making he way out the door. She was out of his life--he'd no longer have to pretend or dread coming home everyday, lying to her over and over. But he felt a pain in his heart nonetheless, the pain of losing someone he could have called a friend.

A/N: Aw. I thought I'd redeem Lana as she exited, she wasn't all bad—just an annoying barrier between love.