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Author's Note: So sorry that it's taken me so incredibly long to update. First it took me forever to figure out how to write any of my next chapters, then I started re-reading the Harry Potter series so that I could read through Half Blood Prince before I went to the Midnight showing, which the movie was absolutely amazing! I also went on a vacation. Hopefully I'm done with that. Thank you for those still reading this; I do appreciate you for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Anyways, here's the next chapter and I hope that it won't take as long to get the next chapter up.

Coming to an Understanding?

Angelina stared into George's eyes for a brief second before she pulled away and stood up, "I-I'm sorry I have to go." And before George could say anything else Angelina turned and was gone.

She ended up to the first place that she thought of, why she had thought of it…she knew. Looking ahead she saw the gravestones. She could pick out which one was Fred's. She took a step closer to the gravestones and froze, she shouldn't be here. If anything George would first go to her flat and then here. She looked around and quickly apparated.

Here it was, nice and quiet. It was a field that her parents would bring her to when she was a child. No one else was around; she sat down in the peaceful silence. What had she almost done?

Kissed him. That's what.

But why had she?

What if she had actually done it?

He couldn't want that…he didn't.

And Angelina? What did she want? Recently there wasn't much that she wanted, in fact right now only one thing stood out in her mind. She wanted Fred back.

That was not going to happen.

So if she wanted Fred why was she kissing George? Fred's brother?

His twin brother!

Angelina felt her mouth drop open and she had to shake herself back out of that shock. She had almost kissed George, Fred's identical twin brother. Was it because of Fred that she did that? Was she still going for Fred and so she had decided to put George in Fred's place?

Surely not. But if that wasn't the case then why?

George and Angelina were friends, much, much closer since…since…but did that mean anything else? Could it mean something? Or was Angelina just using George as a substitute? She didn't want George to be used as a substitute that would be wrong. So was he a substitute, or was it real? Maybe it wasn't real. It was all so very frustrating. Why couldn't these things be easier?

But if things were easier then no one would have died during the final battle. She felt tears silently roll down her cheeks. Why did it still hurt? Fred. George. She had left George, this had to hurt him, even if the kiss was a mistake, as she realized it must surely be, how could she have left George alone? She decided that she needed a few more minutes to herself before she went back to George.

George sat in shock watching the place that Angelina had just been standing. What had happened? Had he almost kissed his brothers' wife? His dead brothers' wife? That was wrong. Beyond wrong, it was…weird.

But that wasn't the right word either. He didn't know what the right word was but he knew that he and Angelina were going to need to talk. This was not something that should be overlooked. If it was, it would probably grow and then in time separate the two of them. He felt a pain in his chest, nothing like his feelings for his best friend, but still, it would hurt if he couldn't be near Angelina again.

Yes, they needed to talk. That much was decided. Now he needed to find her…although…perhaps he should leave her alone and let her be alone and think for just a bit. That might help.

Or…

Perhaps she needed someone just to be there for her…to help her out. He should do that, she'd been there for him so much in the past, and he for her…they needed each other.

But how so? Friends or something more? That last thought brought a surge of panic racing through his body as he realized what exactly he was implying. Implying something that was never meant to be and never would be. He didn't feel anything for Angelina but friendship.

George lowered his head in his hands; he knew that he needed to just wait for her. Angelina was either going to come back, or she was going to need him to come to her. But later. And he would. He loved her as a friend and he didn't want to loose that. Besides how much had she put up a brave face just to hid how much she was hurting from Fr—his death. Angelina did need him. And like a friend he would be there for her.

He knew that Angelina would go either to Fr—his grave or back to her apartment. George had to be careful and not get up to look for her. He cared way to much for Angelina to allow anything to get in the way of their friendship.

She was an important friend. Sure he still had Lee, Alicia and Katie. And it was hard for them, but none of them had been hit with F—his death like he and Angelina. And then there was his family; he was still trying to be there for them, even though it was hard. On those nights when he joined them for dinner Angelina almost always would go with him; he didn't want to loose that.

He just didn't want to loose her, and he had a feeling that there was the potential to.

It was a sickening feeling.

George knew that only time would help them, at least that's what was always said. But how could one heal when they were constantly in a show, trying to put up a good façade just so one could be there for his friends and family.

The red haired man shook his thoughts; they were heading to the dark side again. A side that he should never go to although it was almost inevitable that his mind found that way more often than not.

No, he would be fine and he would hold strong for others.

He silently wished that Angelina was elsewhere instead of looking at Fr—his grave. She didn't need to be pulling that sorrow into herself, she already had enough.

And him?

He had enough.

Too much.

But there wasn't anything else to be done about it.

George sat deep in his thoughts for quite a while before he heard a loud CRACK. He looked up and saw Angelina standing in front of him.

"Hi."

"Hey, sit down?"

Angelina looked around and then shrugged and sat down. There was more silence before Angelina spoke, "I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Leaving like that."

George nodded, "That's you Ange, I'm not surprised."

Then to his surprise a small smile came upon her lips, "Thanks."

"It's true."

She nodded, "So…"

"So what?"

"I think…" Angelina looked down, "I mean, I think we should talk. Unless you don't want to."

"No…I think that's a good idea."

Nodding the two fell silent.

After a few minutes Angelina spoke up, "So, what do you think?"

"What do I think?"

"Yes."

"I'm not sure. I mean I want to stay your friend. Selfishly, I need you."

"I need you too." Angelina briefly smiled. "The thing is…" She took a deep breath. George realized that Angelina was nervous. "I think the…kiss…well I think that wasn't really something. I mean I think that…don't you?"

"That the kiss was confusing?"

"Yes. You too?"

"Yes. So then…where does that leave us?"

"I need you to be my friend. I mean I really, really do George."

He nodded, he felt the same way. "I don't want you out of my life."

"So we can what?"

"Pretend if nothing happened?"

Angelina pursed her lips, "I suppose that would work."

"Alright then, that's that then."

"Exactly."

Angelina leaned back against the couch with George following suit. The two comfortably fell into their rhythm and Angelina's head was soon resting on George's shoulder, the two asleep.