Our moment was shattered, but it wasn't a terrible thing. Molly seemed to have calmed greatly, and was rather peaceful now. "Come on now George... We need to head out. Angelina dear, are you coming with us?" I stood in silence, and George smiled softly taking my hand in his and covered it with his other hand. Clasping it tightly. He looked at his mother.

"Yes mum, Angelina will be staying with me for a little while." Molly seemed pleased as she smiled her soft smile. Something wasn't right though. I realized what was wrong though. All of the Weasleys' had shut off their emotions'. I wasn't sure if that was a particularly good thing, or if it was a bad thing. I would find out I suppose. George put his arm around me, and shift me towards the exit. We followed the others' out, and a few more tears' escaped me. I thought though, and couldn't help but smile. Fred wasn't completely gone, with George I could pull through. He would help me, as well as I would help him.

I woke up the next day, in a bed. The bed was warm, and beside me, the sheets' were messed up. My face still stung from all the crying I had done, and I wondered what had happened? I seemed fine, but where was George? "George?" I spoke carefully. Part of me wondered if he had ran away, and left me here. Another part of me knew he would never do such a thing. I waited patiently, and my worried expression grew worse until finally I heard the voice I wanted to hear.

"I'm alright Angie darling, just in here putting away a few things'..." That is very strange. I thought to myself. George was stocking? Fred had just died yesterday, and he was taking it rather well. Perhaps, me staying did help? I began to sit up, and realized I was only wearing a pair of panties, and a bra. I didn't did I... Oh good heaven's, no I couldn't have slept with him. I breathed in deeply, and George walked through the door, ducking since he was too tall for any type of doorway. His eyes brightened and his lips' curved into a wide smile. That large smile, I thought I'd never see again. George seemed to have read my mind though, because he answered what I was asking myself. "No, we did not do anything. So wipe that terrible look off your face." He gave me a cheap half grin. I laughed lightly.

"Then why am I so bare?" I asked with a stern look on my face. "If you wanted to see me like this, all you needed to do was ask." I stood up and let the blankets' drop. George's cheeks filled with bright red, almost matching his hair color. He smiled, but was extremely embarrassed. There was something else in his eyes though. A look of interest, perhaps? I smiled, and searched around for my clothing. George walked in, and bent down at the end of the bed. In his hand he had found my clothing, and handed it too me.

"Actually dear, I was the one who undressed you... You were a bit upset, and told me that you felt extremely uncomfortable sleeping in so much clothing. I just helped the cause." He smiled and you could tell he felt good about doing so. I was probably the only girl he had ever undressed.

"Oh really George? How come I do not recall even being brought up here?" I was a bit confused. Did we drink or something?

"You were a bit, hammered. We stopped at The Leaky Cauldron on the way home. You had one beer, but it seemed to be plenty..." I was a little embarrassed. I had let myself go loose, and I couldn't believe it. What was I thinking? That's just it, I wasn't thinking! I was to upset, and drinking made me feel a bit better. Then again, being here with George made me feel better. We were getting along better then I had originally thought.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry... I don't usually let myself go like that." I took my clothes from him, and slid on my shirt, and then took my pants pulling them on and buttoning them. Zip, and it was finished.

"I quite enjoyed it actually. Don't apologize dear, you look lovely..." George had moved closer to me, and his hand was against my cheek. I looked up at him, and felt myself grow weak in the knees. My hand reached up and was placed on his, that laid against my cheek. I pulled his hand too my lips' and kissed it. It seemed the right thing to do. Surprisingly, he didn't pull back?

"Oh really, well maybe if you get lucky, more could be in store for you!" When I spoke my voice had a hint of desire in it. Just enough to make him yearn. Then I walked past him, swaying my hips' like I usually did. I could feel his eyes watching me. I stepped out of the door, and looked around. It looked a bit, dead, in here. Harsh word considering what had happened. It was true though, George was trying you could tell, he just needed a little bit of help with things'. I realized, maybe I could help. An arm wrapped around my waist, and I stood against the railing on the staircase. His hand tightened against my waist, squeezing a little.

"It needs a little work, but I think it'll be alright in the end. Just a little difficult to get my heart back in the right place..." I watched in the corner of my eye as George seemed to sulk a little. One thing I could do. I turned to him and pulled his shirt towards me. I laid against the rail, and he put his arms around me, holding the rail.

"It'll be fine dear, and I'll help! I've always wanted to, but now I must! So let's get to work!" Something hit me, it hit me hard. Almost like when Fred threw that paper wad at me during Snape's class in Sixth Year. I wanted to kiss him, George leaned down as if he was thinking the same thing. I wasn't ready for that though. Not yet, Fred was still in my head, and looking at George as George was almost impossible.

"Get ready then, I'll try and take it easy on you!" George produced the appariation side-along and we were instantly downstairs. I felt my stomach churn, for I had never done such a thing. "Sorry, love. You'll get used to it after awhile, the churning will disappear." My hand held my stomach lightly as it slowly stopped churning. I laughed at George and he smiled. "Well, let's get to work. Cleaning is definitely a must. We also need to try and work-out new prank ideas'." George was trying to hard to push the feeling away. He was so stubborn sometimes. I wondered if he was doing this though, to be strong for me? I was trying to be strong for him. We made a pretty good team if you thought about it. I smiled as I looked around. My wand was still tucked in my belt loop, like always. I removed it.

"I know plenty of spells', to clean things' up. So let's get started, shall we?" George put out his arm, and I looped mine into his.

"Indeed!" George smiled widely, and we both started towards the front of the store. George pulled his wand out, and our wands pointed in opposite directions'.

"Scourgify!" We both said in unison...