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Author's Note: I am still working on getting back to my rhythm; it's a lot harder than I anticipated. Thank you for being patient.

Finding Their Desire

"Mr. Weasley. Mr. Weasley."

George's attention snapped back from where it had been, another time, another place. He looked at Verity who stood in front of him. "What?"

"It's closing time."

"Oh, right."

He looked at the girl in front of him, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"If you see two people out together, a guy and a girl, do you imagine that it's because they're on a date?"

She tilted her head to the side for a second before shaking her head, "I don't know. It depends. I mean they could just be friends, hanging out. Then again maybe they just ran into each other. But…"

"But…" George willed her to go on.

"But they could be on a date."

He was quiet for a minute, did that mean Angelina had been on a date? "So you think it's possible?"

"Of course it's possible. But don't forget things aren't always as they seem. Take for instance us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well if someone were to walk by they might think we're together."

"We're not."

She smiled, "I know that George. But they might not know. They wouldn't know what we're talking about or why we are here." She looked at him again, "I'm sure if you talked to her she would explain."

He straightened up, "I'm just talking hypothetically."

"Okay, I'll go check the floor."

And with that Verity walked off towards the back of the store.

George felt a frown on his face, he wasn't sure what to make of her last statement…then again…she was very perceptive. The red head sighed; he decided to count the drawer. Ron was off with Harry and Hermione so that left it just to the two of them. Not that he minded. Verity was perceptive and she knew when to talk and when to not talk.

He knew that he should talk to Angelina, but…what would that do? Did he mind that she had been in there with that guy? He shouldn't. He knew that he shouldn't. And…perhaps he wouldn't. Maybe, just maybe it was just that he had gotten used to it being just the two of them that he was imagining things.

George sighed as he realized it wasn't true. He couldn't lie to himself. So what would be best for him to tell her his feelings or for him to just go on and pretend like he wasn't having feelings for his other half's wife? Perhaps he could…

He looked up and saw that Verity was almost done with the floor. He waited until she came back up to the front, "All done?" He asked.

She nodded, "Everything is where it should be. Do you want me to help back there?"

"Nah, you go on and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright." She smiled, "Bye."

"Bye."

He watched as she left. Tomorrow was another day, one more day. Would he be alone again? Or should he go and see Angelina? He knew that part of him was hoping she would come to him, but…he knew that he shouldn't want that. Or should he? He hated these conflicting feelings. It was a lot harder than he thought it should be. Then again this wasn't exactly your most normal situation.

Angelina.

Her happiness, that's what mattered to him. He would make sure she was happy the way things were, if not…well then he'd first see how she felt about it. That's what he would do. He knew his heart's desire, it was Angelina's he didn't know. If he could find that out…things would surely fall into place. A small smile crossed his lips, that's what he would do. Finally happy that he had come to a conclusion he was able to focus and get the rest of the stuff taken care of.

Angelina couldn't believe that Jake was having those kinds of issues. Although it was kind of nice to think about those things and not anything as completed as falling for your husband's brother.

Falling.

Was she?

Maybe she was. She couldn't quite tell. With Fred it had just been so fast. Things just kind of fell into place. She frowned. Fell wouldn't be the right word. Crashed? She smiled at that. The thought of all the many interactions, harsh words, annoyed conversations, fights came into her mind and then were followed by the nice things, thoughtful acts, also thinking about the other one, going out of his way to do things for her.

Their relationship had not been what others would call a sweet, romantic one, but it fit. It fit just right for the two of them. She knew that she would have been very happy with Fred, otherwise she wouldn't have said yes.

George.

Even though they were twins and they were so much like each other, they were still quite different. The way they handled things for one thing. And her relationship with the two. She didn't butt heads with George, not like her and Fred, however it didn't mean that she hadn't always enjoyed her interactions and friendship with George. And after the war…she valued her friendship with him even more.

But George had been firm in wanting to be friends, and so she could be friends, if it was still what he wanted. Now she needed to talk to him.

She wasn't sure exactly what she was going to say, but she did know that she needed to talk about it with him. Find out exactly how he was feeling, and then she'd go from there.

Angelina didn't want to loose George as a friend, she valued that way too much and knew that for her sanity she needed that friendship to remain. But if there was any way…no, if things…sighing Angelina knew that before she could figure out anything else she needed to talk to George. It was important.

Looking at the time she realized that George should be done with the store. She could catch him at his apartment and they could talk. Once she realized what it was that he wanted, or felt for that matter, then she could continue in whatever direction that would leave her.

She knew that she wasn't disgracing Fred, he would want her to be happy. And right now her heart's desire was to be close to George, to have him continually in her life and not just as an every once in a while kind of thing.

George was going to be an important part of her life, she knew that. But was she in his? Maybe she was, and maybe it was only as friends, she could handle that. She would handle that. Losing him she wouldn't handle.

Nodding she got up, she needed to go and talk to George, the sooner she did, the better things would be. Angelina headed to George's.