We had nearly scourgified everything. It was looking rather cleaned up, and George and I were happy with it. I turned to him, and his lips' quivered. "I think it looks lovely!" I said trying to be positive. With George cleaning up, I'm sure he felt like he was getting rid of Fred. That wasn't true of course, Fred would always be a part of our lives. No matter what happened, nothing could tear Fred from our hearts' and souls'. I looked at George, and finally he turned to me and gave me a small smile. That was good enough for now, I didn't expect him to be overjoyed or anything.

"This place looks much better, indeed..." George walked closer to me and took my hand in his. He slowly lifted it to his lips', and kissed it softly. "What do you say, we go out tonight? Celebrate the beginning of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" His smile seemed a bit dangerous, but I suppose it was appropriate. I could feel my body melting a little with his lips' against my hand. I was falling for George, and it seemed so pathetically wrong, ill mannered. Fred wanted it though, or else he wouldn't have made the deal with George.

"Alright then, where at?" My voice was a little shaken up. I was unsure how to respond. George seemed to be knowing all the right things' to say. He had that glint in his eyes. That look of interest, and want. Had he looked at me before this way? I had never really noticed. George may be doing this just for Fred's sake. It didn't mean he was actually in love with me...

"How about we go to a lovely restaurant in London? The prices' aren't cheap, but they never are nowadays!" I laughed a little, and nodded. He was so cute, and I started to feel alright being around him. Was this considered dating?

"A nice friendly evening, a nice dinner with a friend. Sounds fantastic!" I worded it that way, to see his reaction. Maybe now he would give me more insight on things'.

"More like romantic evening, and a candlelit dinner with a gorgeous gal?" I flashed a look of awe. So we were dating. Interesting, I thought to myself. For some reason, I was quite alright with it. Something told me to go with it. Don't question, just feel it. I wondered if Fred was watching us, and what he was doing if he was. I have a feeling he would be smiling widely, and telling George to go for it Georgie! My lips' curved up into a smile. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to consider us dating..." I let the smile fade. He was asking me to be his girlfriend basically. Could I handle this? It had only been a night since Fred had passed. George wanted to keep his promise, and he didn't want any other boy to have me. That was clear. He placed his arms' around my waist, and pulled me closer. We both appariated back up to bedroom. There we dressed, for a nice little romantic dinner.

Three months' ago, to this day Fred Weasley died in a horrible explosion. He left his family, friends', and other loved ones' devastated, and completely broken. Many of us have found ways to remember, cherish, and move on without him here. George and I, are engaged. I know it it seems a bit cruel still, but I've realized that I love George to. With George it's like, I get to start all over. I'm able to be myself around him, if I mess up he's fine with it, and if I want to do other things' well he's fine with that also. I loved Fred, more than anything and I'll always love him more than George. It's just, George and I were meant to be together. I see that now, and realize that perhaps I had always been with the wrong twin. Perhaps, George was the one I should have went to Yule with. According to George, he had always liked me but Fred had beat him to asking me. His brother loved me, so George never stepped in the way. Now that Fred was gone, and they had both promised each other to care for the ones' they loved most, he was able to be with me. It was like a twisted fairytale. Once a heart is broken, only certain people can retrieve all the pieces. It may never be completely healed again, but you can try your darned-ist to make it so.

I lay in bed again, staring at the ceiling. It was about noon, and I was laying here thinking. Remembering, cherishing, and trying to put things' behind me. Memories were hitting me, and it made me all mooshy again. I hated feeling this way, I was a strong person. This was the only thing that had ever tore me down so easily. The silence broke, and my thoughts' when George entered the room. I was laying down, my back to the door.

"Angelina, are you alright?" He walked over to me, and I felt his hand on my shoulder. I was fine, I suppose. As fine as anyone could expect me to be. "It's been three months' today, but I suppose we're doing alright. Don't you love?" He was being so positive, and it made me want to grasp him and start crying. His strength was so great, and I was so proud of him. Pulling through this, and making sure I was alright as well. I rolled over and looked at him. George's hand stroked my cheek gently. "You're so gorgeous..." He said with a soft smile, and I blushed a little.

"Well, you're dashing!" My response was true. George and Fred were always dashing. They always smiled, and always looked good. It was weird how they were always attractive looking no matter the outfit. His lips' curved into a smile, and he bent down to kiss my lips', softly. I kissed back willingly. We had shared many kisses, but nothing farther then that yet. I suppose George was the type to, wait till marriage. You never know though. We might do a little something before then. He seemed to be edging more and more towards it. The looks, the touching, the kisses it all seemed more than just sweet. I didn't mind, experiencing that with him, it would be magical. As he pulled back, his eyes lit up.

"We're getting married in two weeks! Do you realize this, Angie? In two weeks you'll be my bride!" George was really happy, and I smiled too. I was happy, and excited. I would have loved to have shared ,the day i had dreamed of since a little girl, with Fred but it wasn't meant to be. I accepted this now.

"I can't wait George, it's going to be wonderful!" I spoke with pride, and truth. It really was going to be wonderful.

"Ah yes, would you like to celebrate?" I knew what that meant. All the times he had been pushing things', and now I sat up. I looked at him as he pulled me closer and we began to kiss. We fell back, still kissing, and the night seemed so long. It seemed forever we were doing things', until finally. I lay there, bare, him as well. We cuddle closely, and held each other. It had been a wonderful experience. I was pleased, and he was too. It was written all over his face. I looked at him, and the first time I had said this in so many years'. I said it now, and I felt my heart jump for joy for it was true.

"I love you George Martyn Weasley... With all my heart!" His eyes smoothed, and he smiled widely at me.

"I love you too Angelina Marie Johnson! With all the love in my heart!" I blushed, and we kissed. I loved him, and I always would. I may not have Fred, but at least now I had a part of him still with me. I laid my head against his chest, and his arms' wrapped around me. We no longer lived in the jokeshop. We had a small house, that he had bought from the money made from the jokeshop. Yes, Ron and George worked on it together. George had found a stash of Fred's ideas. He cried a little that night, but I comforted him. Now Fred's ideas' lived on, and thousands bought them. George decided he would only use two of Fred's ideas' a year. That way he could savor them up as long as possible. I was happy with that, and I was happy now. We held each other tightly, and I kissed his bare chest. I cared for Fred Weasley, but now I realized, I love George Weasley. George was the one I was meant to be with. It will remain that way forever...