Chapter 6

A week later, on a Friday, George was all alone at the shop, because Bay and Fred were out on a date, and he kind of hated it. He left the shop opened till later so he would at least have some company, other than Rocky. At 12, he closed and headed to his flat to have dinner on his own and watch TV, and it was still too quiet. Fred arrived at after midnight, and George was still watching TV, not noticing the time he lost.

"Why aren't you asleep?" Fred asked, behind him.

"Oh, not tired." George shrugged.

"Well, glad you're up, listen," Fred went around the couch to sit by George who turned off the TV, "Bay's birthday's next month, I really wanna get her something special."

"O…kay."

"I saw something I think she will really like, but I wanna look for more stuff and be sure. I think tomorrow's perfect to at least check some things out."

"That sounds brilliant."

"Yeah, so, since we're not opening tomorrow, can you take her out for the whole day? Or at least if she comes to the flat? You know, distract her." Fred wouldn't stop smiling.

"Did you finally snogged or what?" George asked, "you can't seem to stop smiling."

"Do I?" Fred scoffed, "can you?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Here." Fred handed him some galleons and even muggle money, "take her wherever she wants."

"Um, you're really into this, aren't you?"

"Yeah. I owe you."

"No, forget it." George said getting up.

They said goodnight before Fred took a shower and George went to his room, he was looking at the ceiling, eyes wide opened. He had the day to spend it with Bay, even if it was to distract her from seeing the great gift Fred was planning for her, but it counted. Fred wouldn't pull her to kiss her every minute, he wouldn't feel left out and they could talk about everything, even serious stuff like they used to do. A smile started to form on his lips, he was liking the visions he was getting. They could even go to the muggle world, after all, Fred wanted her far away as possible from him.

"Consider it done."

Bay knew they weren't opening the shop, but she still came by around 3pm. George was getting anxious because he thought she wasn't coming, just his luck. But she appeared. He was so glad to hear the bells of the door followed by her voice calling for Fred, then him. He came down, already dressed.

"Hey!" He said.

"Hey, George." She said before they hugged, "is Fred around?"

"No, he got some plans-he wanted to check for new inventory and fix some shipping problems."

"Oh," she looked disappointed, "thought we could do something."

"W-well, I'm pretty bored…if you want?"

"Oh, yeah." She smiled. "We can hang out too-but weren't you on your way out?"

"I was, but if you want to come. I was just going to visit muggle London."

"Fun." She said, meaning it.

No small talk, they were out of the shop in less then a minute. They took the long way trough Leaky Cauldron to the muggle world, neither asked the other, they just walked and it seemed the other agreed with out a word.

"I saw this place that sells some big milkshakes. I want one." Bay said, excited.

George laughed. "We have time, no worries, Bay."

They arrived at the ice cream shop Bay had meant and got in line. George looked around and the glasses they sold were very big. He mostly saw people drinking from it in pairs, just like the movies he has seen.

"A chocolate shake with chocolate chips and whip cream on top." She ordered and turned to George, "what do you want?"

"N-no, I'm good." He smiled.

After waiting for a few minutes, her shake was ready and they took a table by the window, in those big red chairs that fit two people, but they sat one in front of the other. Bay grabbed the cherry and stretched her hand to him.

"You want it?"

With no answer, instead of taking it, he got the red ball in his mouth and bit it off the root. Bay paid little noticed to his action because she had her eyes in the drink in front of her. She started to sip from the straw and George watched. She was very casual, red shirt with black jeans and hair in a pony tail, but still managed to look very cute. He actually preferred seeing her this way than in uniform, or dresses or any other type of fancy clothing, she was herself and simple. He couldn't take his eyes from her lips, how they pressed the straw and turned light from the sucking. Then she would lick them, not letting any of the chocolate go to waste. Her eyes would look at his and he felt nervous, but she would smile and kept drinking. He felt the urge to lean over the table, grab her face away from the shake and kiss her, taste the sweetness trough her. He imagined her answering, giving in to the feelings she had for him; yes, part of him believed she could like him back, but if she did, would it be because he is Fred's twin?

"Do you want some?" She offered and he sighed.

"Yeah." She slid the glass over to him, but he stopped her. "I'll get my own straw, I don't want to catch what ever you have."

She gasped, jokingly, and he smirked before getting up. She dragged the glass to her again and continued drinking. In 10 seconds, another straw slipped in between the whip cream and George's face was a few inches from hers, drinking too. She didn't stop, only moved the glass between them so he wouldn't have to stretch.

"Is it good?" She asked and he nodded.

"It is." He said, looking at her.

She was about to keep sipping, when he dipped his finger in the cream and tapped her nose, getting some on it.

She scoffed, not amused, "you're so mature."

He shrugged and drank. She slowly grinned before dipping two fingers, dragging more cream than him and passed it over one cheek then the other. He chuckled.

"If it wasn't this good, I would dump it all on your head." She said, tilting her head.

"Oh, really?" He said, dipping his finger again, but this time, he tapped her lips, "I dare you, Miller."

His heart stopped when he caught the cream on her lips, he had really done that. But she laughed and he laughed after, feeling relieved. After laughing, their eyes met and they stayed smiling. They were close, but had gotten some more distance in between with the mini cream fight. He didn't mind getting closer, which he did, also with out noticing. His eyes looked to her lips when her tongue slipped out, dragging the whip cream in with it. He only wanted to do it again, just to see that picture. Maybe a third time, and kiss the cream away himself. Bay seemed to notice there was something off and she broke contact to stir her straw around in the shake.

"So, we haven't had a chance to talk…about Angelina-you know-dinner was fun."

"Yes, it went better than I expected." He said with a nod.

"You freaked out for nothing. You're welcome."

"Yeah, yeah, you're great, you're amazingly brilliant-what ever." He said before sipping more of the shake.

"So?" he stopped and looked at her, waiting for the rest, he saw how her smile faded and he hoped they were having another stare off. "Any feelings for her? I really think you two could be something."

"Oh, um…I think I felt something…" he stir his straw, "but it wasn't as strong as I remembered…"

"Oh." She said, stirring her straw again.

"Maybe the distance and time apart got me to move on, you know? I took the week to think about it and I didn't miss her so much…it was almost normal." He shrugged.

She nodded, "Yeah, I get it. Sucks though. You looked cute together." She pouted.

"You only want us together so you can later say 'I did that!'"

She shrugged, "Maybe."

Both laughed at the same time before she continued drinking. He joined in after to finish the rest. Even if the shake was over, Bay kept sucking what was left, he kept watching and waiting. When she was done, they left the shop and walked a few blocks down. Bay gasped and slowed down. She was looking at a small book shop that had piles of books out side and people were grabbing them and reading. From outside, she could see more piles and stacked shelves trough the glass window. She looked both ways as she grabbed George's wrist and when there were no cars coming, she ran until reaching the small library. She let go of George and went inside. He followed quickly, not wanting to lose her. She already had her finger over spines of book, reading every title. Again, he only watched and followed. She would dive in an isle and when he went in, she was gone. She heard a small laugher and he grinned. He followed it, but seemed to get nowhere. Every time he turned a corner, she wasn't there. She was behind a shelf, watching him between the books, she didn't made a sound. He was out of her sight in a second and she smirked. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed her hips and she jumped, it was him. He laughed and she slapped his chest, lightly. They got a few shhh's from the readers and he covered her mouth, shushing her too. After that little game. She continued browsing. She grabbed books by random authors, some she has heard of, but never read, others she had read, and some that were completely new to her. She handed them to him every time she saw a new one that called her attention. He had a tower in his hands and didn't mind. When she was done, she grabbed half of them and headed to the checking counter.

"You're not even going to read what are they about?" George asked.

"I like to read over the description, or not even that, take books because I like how they look: the tittles, the cover, you know. And then read them, get surprised." She explained, smiling.

"Ah," he sighed, "I'll buy them for you."

"No, it's okay."

"I insist." He said, pulling out his wallet, he had Fred's money folded, to know it was his, but he grabbed his own bills.

She seemed touched by the action, "Thanks."

He didn't answer, only smiled and paid for them. It might have been a little more than he intended on spending, but she was worth it. Half trough the day, he wondered if this is what Fred thought when they were on a date, if this is how he felt, watching her talk to him, laugh, smile, show him places and things. If all he did was pull her and kiss her, he was missing out on something more. George also wanted to do that, but what he was seeing was close to kissing her. They even held hands once. He wanted to show her a shop that sells a lot of toys and in it prank products. He grabbed her hand like she did with his wrist, but forgot to let go, and she didn't pull until they were inside and a while after. It hurt him to feel her hand slipping away, but he had in mind he couldn't hold on to it longer. They ended up having dinner at a diner, both ordered sandwiches and shakes, both ordered the same one they had earlier.

"The other one was better," Bay commented while she spun the straw around.

He nodded, "sandwich not bad, though."

"No-but suddenly I miss your mum's cocking." She smiled, "I remembered those sandwiches she made for us before we left for the World Cup."

George smiled and nodded. Bay was going with her parents to the Quidditch World Cup, but passed by the Burrow by herself, of course Molly took her in for breakfast. That's a day George couldn't forget. After the game, she went with her parents to their tent and the death eaters attacked. He tried to reach her tent, but Fred told him they had to go, they were practically in charge Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione. He arrived at the Burrow and couldn't stop thinking about Bay, if she got out alive with her parents. Not until the next morning he found out she was alright by an owl.

"When is your mum gonna invite me back, huh?" she asked and grinned.

He chuckled, "you know our doors are always opened to you."

"And Rocky?"

"Um, yeah, he can knock himself out with the gnomes in the backyard." She laughed. "How are your parents though?"

"Great." She gave a nod, "Wanting to see you again."

"They can come over too."

"That's what I say, but they don't like to impose."

"They won't. Mum will be more than glad to feed more people." Both laughed lightly.

Not much conversation came after that, both were tired, but George could listen to her all night. They were in front of the Leaky Cauldron, where he would go back to his flat and she would return home.

"That was a really lovely date, Mr. Weasley."

"Well your company was rather lovely, Ms. Miller."

"Lunch was lovely."

"The book shop was lovely."

"The kid who ran over your foot was lovely."

"Kids are lovely." He frowned and she laughed. "I don't know why girls want kids."

She shook her head a bit, "I'm not too crazy about them."

"Really? Fred sounds like he wants to have 50."

"He wants to try it 50 times." She corrected with an eyebrow raised.

"Good point."

"Anyways, if you see him, give him a kiss for me."

"On the cheek or the lips? Want me to pinch his arse for you too?"

"A nice slap would do it." She grinned.

"Slap it is."

"And we should do it again."

"The slapping?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and she scoffed.

"No, we haven't hung out like this."

"Nope, not since the-"

"Thing happened, yeah, George." She rolled her eyes, "but you know-then came Fred and…yeah."

"Just don't forget the little people."

"I could never forget you."

She went for a hug and he caught her. Tight and warm, both shutting their eyes. When she got apart, he kissed the top of her head and met her stare.

"See you tomorrow." She smiled and he smiled back.

She turned around and he waited until she turned in a corner and wasn't seen. Still he stayed watching, hoping she would turn around for whatever she wanted. He arrived at the shop, dragging his feet. Even if he was tired, it was a good kind of tired. He had a smile on his face and kept smelling Bay, he kept hearing her and feeling her hand. How her lips felt on that light bump he did on them. How her eyes were so close to his. He had so many chances to kiss her, and he couldn't believe himself, he was out with his brother's girlfriend and he wanted to kiss her more than ever, he even wanted her to do something that would push him into doing so.

He was feeling guilty, and he even thought on putting an end to this, on telling Fred and telling him about his day. He heard the TV was on so he knew Fred was already back. He stood in front of the door from their flat and took a deep breath. When he sighed, he opened the door. The guilt started to leave when he saw a weird movement on the couch. He got closer and saw red hair coming up and down, followed by Fred's back. His jaw dropped as he got closer and saw a pair of hands around Fred's neck and grabbing his hair, but they weren't Bay's, they were Angelina's.