It was coming up to April, meaning that Emma and George had been dating for five months now, and things were getting serious. Emma loved spending time with the Weasley's, George however did not enjoy them showing his girlfriend pictures of him when he was a baby and up to no good. She had moved in with George upstairs above the shop and had sold her old apartment; it brought back too many bad memories anyway. They had never been so in love before, and everyone around them could tell that they were meant to be.

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One morning, George was working in the shop and serving some customers whilst Emma helped out now and then, and wrote in her notebook about the recent Quidditch matches. George loved watching her write, she looked so at peace and calm when she did; as if there were no worries in the world.

"Honey, we're closing in an hour," whispered George, kissing the back of her neck and she turned and placed her lips on his softly.

"Seems like you have a customer," she whispered, glancing over at the desk at a very agitated old woman who looked around furiously for George to assist her.

Emma laughed as she watched George attempt to apologise, but he seemed to be having no such luck. She giggled and continued to write her article to send into the Daily Prophet. An owl hooted from outside the shop window and Emma slowly gathered her things together and opened the door and took the letter out of the owls beak and replacing it with a treat. She looked at the letter and frowned, not recognising the writing. Slowly, people moved past her to exit the shop as it was closing time. The shop was finally empty and Emma was still studding the writing. George looked from the desk and frowned at his girlfriend looking confused.

"You alright honey?" he asked from across the shop and she nodded and ripped open the letter. She read it and tears fell down her cheeks and she screamed, falling to the floor and clutching the letter close to her chest. Within seconds, George was crouching near her and holding her wet face from her falling tears. "Emma, baby, what's wrong?" he asked, concerned and looking into her bloodshot eyes. She passed him the letter and wept into her arms. He hugged her tightly and unravelled the letter, reading it carefully.

Dear Miss Emma Céleste Beal,

I am terribly sorry to inform you that your parents died this evening at approximately 8:04 in a car crash in Paris, France. Their bodies are at the Paris Opera Hospital and we hope you can get the earliest possible flight here.
Monsieur Gustave Curie.

George looked stunned at Emma who was all cried out, sat staring straight ahead. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes, looking into Georges.

"I don't know why I'm so upset. They did nothing for me, in fact they ruined my childhood. But I... I just feel so upset," she whispered and George held her in his arms.

"Do you want to go?" he asked calmly and she shook her head. "No?" he asked, pulling her away from him and she nodded sleepily.

"I'm tired. And I want to sleep," she whispered and George scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs and into the bedroom, lying her carefully onto the bed and kissing her mouth timidly as she soon drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"And she doesn't want to go?" asked Lee, who drank the last of his fire-whiskey. George nodded and placed his head in his hands.

"But surely... we can't not go," he said and Lee stared at the doorway to their bedroom and there stood Emma in one of Georges t-shirts and her knickers. She smiled sleepily at Lee and walked into the living room, curling up under Georges arm and cuddling him. He wrapped his arm around her and smiled deeply. Lee got up to leave and Emma pulled his arm.

"No Lee, stay if you like," she said kindly and he smiled, sitting himself back down. "I don't want to go, George," she whispered and Lee's eyebrows rose. "I know you want me to, but I don't see why I should. They did nothing for me, why should I for them?" she asked.

"I know, I see your point it's just that... well... I don't want you to regret this decision in the future," he said softly and she smiled.

"Please... I can't..." she whispered back before kissing his ear timidly. Lee smiled and then stood up.

"Can't stop guys. Katie's at home and waiting probably," he said, winking at George who laughed.

"See you, Lee," said Emma who waved and he disappeared from sight.

"I'm surprised your up, Missy," he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "You know it is four in the morning," he continued and she nodded, kissing his cheek. She suddenly straddled him and kissed his neck passionately and George groaned.

"I love you, George," she whispered. "So much it scares me sometimes." She smiled between kisses as she made her way down his torso after unbuttoning his shirt. He groaned and then his eyes widened. He felt a bulge in his pocket and he suddenly jumped up from the sofa and paced about the floor, leaving a very confused Emma sat alone on the sofa. "What's wrong?" she asked, worried that maybe he didn't love her any more. Different thoughts flew through her head and she began to panic. "You... you don't love me?" she asked, tears filling her eyes and George turned rapidly and ran to her aid.

"No! No, I love you so much," he whispered, kissing away her falling tears and he bent down in front of her on the sofa. "In fact..." he whispered and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, bottle green velvet box. Emma gasped and covered her mouth and she couldn't believe her eyes. George Weasley, proposing to her!

"Listen Emma. I love you, there's no doubt about it. And, if anything were to happen to you I don't know what I'd do. I just... I want to share my entire life with you. Every second by your side until you get sick of the sight of me," he said softly and she giggled, moving closer to George. "So... will you marry me?" he asked and Emma flung herself at George, kissing him hard and he laughed at her mouth. "Em... normally you need to answer," he said and she giggled.

"Oh... yes... Yes!" she shouted and he placed the ring on her finger and she pounced one again onto him, kissing every inch of his visible body as he kissed hers also, their hands wrapping around each other.