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Author's Note: Thank you all for reading this story. Don't worry, there is one last sequel after this. It's called Desire's Found. I hope that you will continue reading it. I am working my hardest at getting back to updating once a week. Thank you so much for everyone who read and reviewed and thank you cyn23, danalexkayarimad, JakeBlacksGirl, Melora, PhinalPhantasy , Whatever-life24. I really appreciated your comments. Once more thank you again. And I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Your Heart's Desire

Unexpectedly Angelina saw herself face to face with a graveyard. She looked up and saw the sun still shining in the sky, it was quite obviously lower, but it was still there. Perhaps it was a sign? Quietly she walked through to a spot she had been at plenty of times.

His grave.

Fred's grave.

Her husband's grave.

Sighing softly she sat down next to it and looked briefly at the name on the stone before looking off into the distance. This was not at all where she had been planning to go, but her thoughts were focused on here, so of course this is where she ended up. She needed to make sure that next time she wouldn't be so unfocused when she apparated. The last thing she needed was a splice.

She looked around her and then finally back at the grave, "Hey Fred. I know I haven't been here in a while, but…" Angelina took a deep breath; this was still hard to do. "I just…I guess…I don't know."

Clearing her throat she looked down at her hands, "Things have been…while you know, as they always are." She shook her head, "Everyone seems fine. This is just…" She felt…Fred would probably laugh at her if he was here. Of course if he was here she wouldn't be here doing this. So many people thought it would be easier to talk to the person even when they're gone. That somehow it would make everything alright. She really didn't see how that was possible.

Although it probably was and she was just…shaking her head she decided she was going to give it a try.

"Alright Fred. I think…well I think I'm having stronger feelings for your brother than I would if he was only my friend. I'm just not sure how he feels about the whole thing. That's why…" She exhaled; she didn't feel any better, just…like she was practicing or something. "I suppose that's why…you know what? I should just talk to him. I'm sure…no, I'm not sure. Not about this at all, but there's really nothing I can do. Don't worry, I'm not going to ruin anything for him."

She smiled at the grave, a smile that she knew Fred always loved, one he would interpret to mean many things…even if it didn't. Then she got up and headed back the way she came.

Angelina found herself at George's door faster than she expected. She knew that she could just knock or even go right in and it would be fine. Then again, she wasn't sure she wanted to have this talk. The idea of it scared her.

Scared her?

She knew that she wasn't usually scared so easily…but this…it might well top some other things that used to be much scarier. She could do this though. She needed to talk to George and see where he stood. This was it. Taking a deep breath she knocked at the door.

It was a couple of minutes before he opened it. Smiling he opened the door wider, "Come on in Ange."

"Thanks." She walked in slowly and looked around, it felt good to be here...it had been a while since she had truly just relaxed here without all these extra worries going around in her mind.

"How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Okay."

She looked at him, "I…well I actually came to talk to you."

"I wanted to talk to you too, so I guess this works."

"Right."

The two then went to the couch without so much as one word or look at the other. When Angelina realized it she wondered what that meant. She didn't have to wonder too long when she thought about all the time they had spent together after…after the war she wasn't to surprised that they had become closer.

Sitting down she made sure she was comfortable and yet still ready to leave. If he didn't feel that way in return or if things got awkward she wanted to be prepared to leave.

"How's work?"

She shook herself from her thoughts and focused on George, he did look better, "Good. You?"

"The store…is good."

"That's really good. I'm glad."

"So…I saw you today."

Angelina looked up at George, "When?"

"You were with someone, so…"

"Jake?"

He nodded, "I know."

Angelina frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just…I didn't expect to see you with Jake that's all."

Angelina tilted her head slightly, "He's a friend."

George was quiet for a minute before responding, "Well that's good. Do you want something to drink?" She nodded and George stood up, "I'll be right back."

She raised an eyebrow; George was acting a bit different. He was trying to hide something. Of course if this had been Fred she was dealing with she would swear that he was jealous. And in fact he wouldn't be hiding it from her, he would let her know.

With George…well what did he have to be jealous of? It wasn't like they were in a relationship…exactly.

Then again, she remembered hearing about him being on that date…although it wasn't really one…she hadn't liked it. But that was only because she needed George. He knew about her and…her mind headed off into a few different memories before refocusing back on the here and now. George would be coming back and she knew what she needed to say before she lost her nerve.

George finished pouring Angelina's drink and then set it down on the counter. What was he doing? He had started acting weird to her. It wasn't any of his business if she decided that she wanted to hang out more with Jake. Perhaps she did like him.

Though why did that hurt him the way it did? Why was everything so complicated?

There was only one way to be able to ensure that things stayed uncomplicated and that was to stay more removed from her life. They could be friends; he would keep it that way if she wanted it so. He nodded at his earlier decision, now more set in it. That's what would have to be done.

Picking up her cup he brought it out and handed it to her, "Here you go."

"Thank you."

"So, is there something that you wanted to talk about in particular?"

He watched as she looked down before looking back up at him, "Actually…yes."

He nodded, "Go ahead, I'm listening."

Angelina bit her lip before speaking again, "George, you're one of my best mates, you know that right?"

Mates. Friends. Not more than that. He took a breath, "yes."

"Good. Because…I just…I don't…no…" She looked into her water, "I can't lose that friendship."

He nodded, he didn't want to lose it either, "Ange, it's the same with me."

Her dark eyes met his, "The friendship part?" She looked confused.

Nodding slowly he tried to decipher why she was confused about it, "Of course."

"Oh."

Silence fell between them for a few minutes before he spoke up, "Is that what you wanted to come here to tell me? That you want to stay friends?"

"Yes. I…do."

So that was it. She had moved on. Perhaps she was just trying to help him move on, that was easier said than done. He remembered his decision, if it makes her happy, "Will that make you happy?"

She gave him a puzzled look, "Yes, you?"

"Of course."

"Okay. So…I guess that's it?"

"Yeah, I suppose so."

Angelina looked at the door, "Right…I'm going…I have to get going." She put her cup on the table and stood up.

He followed suit, "Is that it?"

"For now…I'm afraid so. I'm really sorry."

Before George could say another word she was gone. Had that really happened so fast? And what exactly had happened? She needed his friendship, apparently only that. And yet…was there something more? Something he just couldn't see at the time?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

He felt his shoulders get a little heavier but he knew that if she was happy, that's what mattered. Now he just had to work on himself.

Angelina quickly left George's place, she couldn't stay there any longer. She made it back to her place in no time and quickly went into her room. He did only want to be friends.

She had wondered what his response to Jake had been about, but she wasn't ever able to get back to that point. And had she been able to would it have mattered?

George had said he would be happy.

Happy to stay friends.

A sinking feeling entered her body, this was not good. She knew that she needed his friendship, but…she needed something else. What was it?

George was happy, Fred would be happy about that. However she was not happy. Could she be happy with how things were? She could try…not only that but she would even work at it.

Nodding she realized that that's what she needed to focus on. Focusing on other things in order to help her with George and her staying friends. That was probably all that she needed.

But as Angelina lay on her bed with her legs curled up to her chest she had a funny feeling that she knew what her heart desired and yet she wouldn't be able to get it.