So, because I made you wait so long for the last chapter, here's a new one already! It's short, yes, but the one I believe everyone has been waiting for. I couldn't leave you guys on a cliffhanger for long. I didn't want to drag this chapter out; it's short and sweet and gets to the point. There has already been enough drama and it's time for it to be done. I hope you guys enjoy!

~Fluffy

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CHAPTER 19-FIGURE IT OUT

Brooke walked up into the boy's dorm and into the room where she knew the twin's beds were. When she stepped inside she saw Fred sitting on the floor, mashing something in a mortar and whistling. Brooke took a deep breath and walked towards him, kneeling down beside him and looking into the mortar.

"What are you making?" she asked.

"Not sure yet, it's a work in progress," Fred replied, stopping his mashing and Brooke smiled at him before taking his hand in hers and looking up into his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but Fred covered her mouth with his hand.

"I know," said Fred.

"What?" Brooke asked.

"I know what you're about to say to me."

"How can you possibly know what I'm about to say?"

"It's all over your face, Brooke, and there have been other hints the last few weeks. I just want you to know that it's okay, George is a lucky guy."

"Fred-"

"You don't have to say anything."

"I want to, please," Brooke said and Fred nodded. "It's not that I don't care about you, I'll always care about you and I want you to know that I want to be friends. I don't know if you can still be friends with me after all this but if you can then I really want to."

"I'll get back to you on that."

"How did you really know?"

"George took every small, meager, cheap job he could find to save up the money for that necklace. He didn't know that I knew what he was saving for but I'm not blind."

"I'm sorry, Fred."

Brooke kissed Fred's cheek softly and stood up, not being able to look into his eyes anymore. She couldn't bear to hear the defeat in his voice and see the pain in his eyes, to know that she caused all of it. Wiping away tears she walked out of the boy's dorm and down to the common room, needing some peace so she could properly be sad for what she'd done.

"Brooke?" asked George and Brooke looked up to see him in front of her. "I thought it would be a little ways into rejecting me for you to start crying," he joked.

"Why does everyone think they know what I'm thinking?" asked Brooke.

"You were coming towards me, crying, I made a connection."

"You're so dense and you really need to work on your mind reading."

Brooke was done with words, there had been enough talking and fighting and crying and apologizing. It was time to let action speak louder than words. Brooke jumped on George, wrapping her arms around his neck as she planted a soft kiss against his lips. He had to steady himself against the couch from her unexpected leap into his arms but once that was done his arms found their way around her waist. Brooke was more than sure that their kiss lasted longer than was appropriate in a public setting but just then, she didn't care. When she released George's lips he lowered her feet back to the floor but kept his arms around her.

"I can't help but feel like you're trying to tell me something," said George.

"I was going for a bit of subtly," Brooke replied.

"If there's one thing you aren't, Brooke Cole, it's subtle."

"Look who's talking."

"Never said it was a bad thing."

George then noticed her necklace and reached down, fixing the gem back around the right way.

"I seem to have had a moment of genius and discovered that a certain redheaded someone got me this necklace," said Brooke and she realized she was twirling the ends of George's hair around finger.

"Bloody hell, there's another redheaded git after you?" George teased.

"Better watch out, the only redheads I know are your brothers," Brooke winked playfully and then laid her forehead against George's. "Thank you for noticing and for caring enough to waste your time working just to buy it for me."

"It was your eyes that gave it away, it's like I could see the desire in them and I always wanted you to look at me that way."

"What do my eyes tell you now?"

Brooke looked into George's eyes as he looked into hers and she saw in his a joy that hadn't been there for months.

"Exactly what I have always wanted to see," George said, kissing her again briefly. "Why were you crying?"

"I told Fred that he wasn't the twin for me," Brooke replied sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too but it was time I made a decision."

"I must admit, I am pleased by this outcome."

"Stop shocking me with these surprising revelations."

George chuckled and Brooke buried her face into his neck in a hug, it was finally over, everything was finally over.