Ugh. I wrote a first chapter, then hated it. This is the rewritten version. And just so you know, I actually finished the previous chapter last week, so I've actually been working on this one for at least 5 days xD It just seems less because I uploaded it all at once xD

The sun blazed in through a window, settling on a woman and turning her hair a spun silver. She was sitting upright in bed, still under the covers, reading the front page of The Daily Prophet. It was emblazoned with a photo of the England National Quidditch team on the front.

Underneath the main article was another photo. A clever photographer had captured two people kissing in amongst all the celebrating on the pitch. The title of the related article screamed out in capital letters and bold black ink.

TERRIFIC TWINS: A TRIBUTE

Today we as a nation farewell the talents of the two extremely impressive England National team beaters Lyra Malfoy and George Weasley. This is a tribute to the dynamic duo known as the Terrific Twins.

I myself am lucky in that I know both Malfoy and Weasley well, having shared a house with them for most of my life. For me I am glad-this means no awkward interviews, and I can write embarrassing stories without having to ask for details.

Weasley and Malfoy, like myself, both hail from Hogwarts. Their respective careers began modestly, in their House Quidditch teams. Both were Sorted into Gryffindor (a controversy for the young Malfoy at the time-see page 3 for an exclusive interview with Lyra's parents). Each began their career in the Beater's path here, Weasley in his second year and Malfoy in her fifth, though they never actually played together. Amazingly enough, their places on the England National team is the first time they have worked together in direct partnership-not that you would know it.

Both Weasley and Malfoy flew in winning school teams, Weasley in his third year, and Malfoy in her fifth year. Malfoy also captained the Gryffindor team to the Quidditch Cup when she returned to complete her N.E.W.T.S. in her seventh year.

It was after Malfoy's graduation that they were approached by none other than Oliver Wood, also a past pupil of Hogwarts and former Quidditch player, Keeper, and Captain of the Gryffindor team. Wood, who had since then gone on to play for Puddlemere, then England, approached the two about playing internationally.

It was to be a brilliant move. While Oliver was not the Captain of this particular team, he still knew talent when he saw it. The England National team's acquiring of Weasley and Malfoy as Beaters was a genius move. Along with Wood, the two would fly in a stunning first debut at the Quidditch World Cup, and their skills as a pair only improved from there on in. Not only do they have excellent track records to boast, but also a very big shiny trophy to add to their collection-our team did returned with the Quidditch World Cup having won it off the very excellent New Zealand team.

Sadly, it was to be the lat game they would play. Sources close to the pair can now confirm what was suspected by many: romance was indeed blossoming between the two, and during the celebrations on the pitch, Weasley proposed to his long time partner, classmate, and friend. It is for this reason I illustrate their respective illustrious careers. It is for this reason that I tell you about their pasts. For the reason is that the pair have confirmed their retirement, and it will be a sorry Quidditch team and nation to see them go.

However, I personally can only wish them all the best in their new life together. I know enough about them to be certain that my dear older brother and sister-in-law-to-be will attack life with the same passion and care that they show for their sport, and for eachother.

Congratulations to George Weasley, and Lyra Malfoy. May you live happy and long lives together. We shall not forget all you have done for us in the world of Quidditch.

Ginny Weasley, Senior Quidditch Correspondent.

"I'm so going to get Ginny for this," I announced as I put the paper aside.

"Aww come on." George entered the room and walked over to me. "You knew it was coming. I personally think it's very nice."

"Who are you and what have you done with George?" I demanded, drawing my wand. I waved it at him jokingly.

George raised his brows. "You really wanna try that with me, Harp? I can disarm you without having to use my own wand." He raised his hands, spreading his fingers.

"Since when have you ever been nice to Ginny?" I retorted, sliding my wand back into my robe pocket.

George crossed the room to kiss me. I smiled, pulling away to rest my face in his shoulder. "Since now," he murmured into my ear.

"And don't be so fussy about the article, Lyra," added George. "The whole thing is true anyway." At my raised brow, he rolled his eyes. "Stop being so modest about things."

I grinned and relented. "Fine then George. But only for you."

As George embraced me, a recent memory flashed in my eyes.

"It's very beautiful up here."

I smile at George's comment. "Yes, it is," I reply sleepily, feeling his arms tighten around me.

"Not as beautiful as you though," adds George, kissing the top of my head.

I chuckle drowsily. "Really?"

"My dear Harp," George says, "you outshine any sunrise, no matter how beautiful they may be." He extends his hand towards the horizon. It had become a ritual, to come onto the Burrow roof and watch the sunrise before Quidditch matches. And since we were headed to the Quidditch World Cup in the United States this would be the last time we saw this view for another few months.

"I would believe you," I reply, "except for the name you called me."

George chuckles. "Will you believe me if I give you this?" He sticks a thin silver band topped with a tiny amethyst under my nose.

I sit up so fast that I accidentally knock my head on his chin. "Ouch!" George catches me as I tip sideways.

"Sorry," he mutters, "I didn't really see that coming."

"George," I stammer, staring at him.

"Wait." He holds up a hand and swallows, obviously preparing himself. "You've been my best friend, my shoulder to cry on. You helped me through…everything. You still do. You're my partner now. But I want more than that. I don't want to just fly with you in Quidditch. I want to be your partner in life. I want you to be mine." He looks up, his gaze catching mine. "Would you be my partner in life, and love? Would you, Lyra Narcissa Malfoy, marry me?"

I don't know what to say. The words he said, and was saying, the way he holds the ring, the look in his eyes, it all frightens me.

And because I am frightened, I do the only thing I can think of.

Crack.

I run.

"Lyra?"

George's voice jolted me out of my memories. I looked up into his eyes. He pulls me closer, saying, "You looked so far away. What were you thinking?"

I smiled ruefully. "About the day you proposed to me, and how I screwed it up."

George's eyes light up as he smiles crookedly. "Oh. Well, everything turned out okay in the end remember?" he says, kissing my forehead.

And memory sparked again.

"Oh!"

The roar in the stadium, combined with the commentary, tells me only one thing: The Snitch had been caught.

The game was over.

I slow with sigh of disappointment. The game was over. My shoulders sag as my feet hit the ground and I dismount. I look around one last time at everything-the stadium, the cheering fans, my team mates, Blythe with the Snitch…

WAIT.

BLYTHE WITH THE SNITCH?

""Parkin has the Snitch! England wins! Blythe Parkin, your team mates and country will be celebrating tonight!" The commentator's voice confirms the sight before my disbelieving eyes.

I look around in a daze. "We…won?" I asked, unsure.

I hear laughter, and look up just as George collided with me, throwing his arms about my shoulders. "England won! We won!" He kisses me fiercely. I just hang on to him, the only solid thing in a whirlwind of chaos and celebration.

Something occurs to me then, and I pull away, I meet his eyes. "Yes."

"What?" George stares at me in confusion. He has no idea what I'm on about-the incident hadn't been mentioned since he had first proposed to me.

"I'll do it, George. I'll marry you."

"You will?" George stares at me, then throws his arms around me with a shout of laughter "You will!" He lifts me, spinning us around in a giddy circle. In the chaos he slides the ring-which I later learned he'd been carrying around, uncertain of what to do with it-onto my finger. I look down at it, marvelling at how one tiny thing could symbolise so much that had happened and was about to happen.

"How does it feel to be a Quidditch World Cup champion?"

We turn at Oliver's shout. I grin, moving away to hug him fiercely for a moment before stepping back. "Absolutely wonderful," I reply, breathless with exhilaration, though not just from our victory.

"Has this changed your mind about retiring?" Oliver yells over the shouting.

I grinned, lifting my hand, the amethyst sparkling in the light of a thousand camera flashes. "George and I are getting married!"

The Keeper's face split in a grin. "Quidditch World Cup, retirement, and marriage! You two sure like to go out with a bang! Congratulations!"

"Thanks!" George and I yell back at the same time, then laugh. I lean on him, deliriously happy.

"You're right." I whispered, smiling up at the man I loved.

"About what?" asked George, confused.

"Everything did turn out okay in the end," I replied.

George smiled. "Sounds like a happy ending to me."

"What are you talking about Weasley?" I murmured, resting my forehead on his. He cupped my cheeks in his hands, leaning towards me again.

"This is just the beginning."

Happy endings...or beginnings :D

Oh yeah, it seems to good to be true, doesn't it? That Lyra's life turned out so well. Well, that's because it isn't true :P Hehehe. Anyway...I thought a long time about that proposal scene, and I really liked the way it turned out! Especially Lyra's run-away at the end...I enjoy drawing it out by ruining moments...But not too much of course xD

Hope you liked it :D
We are drawing to a close... :(

~ MagicalLeaves