Here's another. It may be a little sadder then the others... but I hope you like it anyway :D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine!
Angelina peeled the mandarin and smiled at George.
"When you've regained control of your brain I've got something to tell you." She informed him. George turned bight red and stopped staring at her.
"Sorry," he paused "What were you saying?"
She rolled her eyes at his sheepish grin and held up her satsuma.
"Okay, so you know how the other day I was trying to find something to describe the Weasley's after you so kindly said I was like a bludger."
"You aren't going to let that go are you? I meant it in a nice way!"
"I know that. I'm just saying I know what Weasley's are like now!"
"What?" He asked.
"Satsumas!" She said gleefully, holding up the fruit.
"Huh," Angelina laughed at his dumb-struck expression.
"Okay, look at this. It's orange, right?" George laughed.
"I guess so."
"Okay, and then you open it up, and it's just all this crazy pith." She said, beginning to peel off the white stuff.
"And then underneath, you get this really sweet, lovely fruit." She said at last. George smiled at her.
"Yeah, I guess that works." George said. He took the satsuma and broke off a segment.
"So this is mum." He set it on the table.
"And here's Dad, then Bill, Charlie, Ron and Ginny." He met her eyes and saw her smile.
"And then Percy and this one can be me. And now..." He trailed off, looking at the one remaining piece.
"Fred." His voice sounded choked. Angelina cupped his face in her hands.
"I know," She said softly, as George screwed up his eyes, holding back tears. "I know."
"I'm fine," He said after a while. "Let's get the pith off them then, I know you hate it."
"George," She whispered, picking up Fred's segment "Can we leave the pith on him? He always liked the pith."
"Of course," George's hand closed over hers "He did, didn't he?"
And they shared a sad smile.
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