A/N: Yosh. So, I know you've all been waiting for this update, and this is like FUN. I love torturing you guys with evilness. Moo cow don't bother me, moo cow don't bother me! I really should just re-name this A/R (Authors Rambling) cause like, I never have any 'notes' in here, just RAMBLES. RAMBLE BY DEATH. Lolwut? Ikr. SPASTICATION. Woop. I don't think im a cat. Ahahahahahaha. I just realised, I never actually change the Disclaimer. As in like, I never re-write: Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, its just there cause I go onto the document uploader thingy and I click on this and I delete all the writing except for this box then I just delete the writing in the A/N and fill it up with new shizzle, but that below just stays the same. I laugh at your cats. My friend hates cats, dog, fish, cows, birds and horses, so she like hates all of my pets. LOL. I has no birds. Ha, thats just awkward. Omg ducks look like mars bars. MARS BAR. Anybody else want a cat? GNOEUGNEOUGOEGOUWE -throws cats at peope- NGOUENGUOEGNOUE! :D Okay, right... this is just awkward. For me, mostly for me. OMG SOMEBODY SHUT ME UP.

Inner Draco: *points wand at me*

Me: Yoohooo! Wooo, Draco put that thang AWAY! *giggles*

Inner Belinda: What is wrong with you? -.-

Me: YOU'LL NEVER EAT ME~

Inner Draco: Stupefy!

Me: *dodges and throws cats at everyone* BGOEBGOUEOGNEGO! :D I WIN!

Inner George: *Stupefies me*

Me: Fuck.

Moral of the Story: George is always watching...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Belinda's world was slowly caving in on her. Nothing made sense anymore, which way was right, which way was left? She clutched at her throbbing head the moment they exited the house, and she heard Draco assuring George that his presence was neither needed or wanted. She could hug Draco, and she made a note to do so the moment he left the house. She heard the door shut, much to the protest of George, and soon Draco's lengthy walk had caught up to her. She moved her hands from her head to her pockets and looked down at her feet as she walked, the silence thick in the air.

She could feel Draco's eagerness to comfort her, to talk to her, to find out if she really did love George. He cleared his throat, and she looked up to see him open his mouth. A sound came out, but her gaze turned into a glare and he stopped before he could even start. The air crackled with his frustration, it was a special bond that they'd always shared, as if they were twins. She looked back down to her sneakers once more, before she took off at a steady jog. He let out a 'shit' before he ran after her in his dress shoes. It showed how good of an athlete he was, for he easily caught up to her with non-running shoes on. "Linda," his voice was barely panting, whereas she was struggling not to. "Stop." He commanded, his voice full of authority.

Belinda didn't want to stop. She was so tired, it wasn't fair at all. She'd lost her parents, and she'd lost the love of her life. She'd lost three years of her life as well. She wished she could run away, leave her problems drifting in the air behind her. She could move to the ocean, where the sound and smell of the sea would always be there to comfort her, to make sure she was okay. She could watch it whenever she was sad. Her legs willed her to stop, and she realised she was sprinting away from Draco. He'd stopped a long time ago, knowing that she didn't want to talk. She wanted to run. Finally, she pulled herself to a sharp stop and her aching legs crumpled beneath her. Once more, the broken girl cried. Her heart-broken sobs echoed throughout the area around her, and it wasn't long before Draco had caught up to her once more and pulled her into his arms.

She hiccuped on her sobs and sniffled as the tears poured like a river with no clear ending. They sat on the damp earth, her in his arms as he rocked her back and forth and hushed her. She wrapped her arms around him and buried her head in his shoulder. She felt weak and pathetic, but within Draco's arms she knew she wouldn't be judged. He was her brother, after all, and she was glad for that. "P-promise," she stuttered, her words tumbling out of her mouth in a mess. "P-promise t-tha-t-t y-ou w-won't l-l-lea-ve m-m-me-e-e."

He laughed softly at the mere idea of leaving her when she was in such a vulnerable state, even the thought of ever leaving his sister to herself was a ridiculous idea. "I promise, you know i'd never leave you Linda, not now, not ever." He mumbled to her, and she clutched him tighter. After a while, they heard the soft footsteps of someone approaching, and Belinda looked up in alarm only to see it was Hermione. Her eyes were filled with concern, and she admired how Hermione didn't seem to be affected at all about Draco and her's position. Trust, she wished she and George could've had it. A relationship, she wanted that too.

"Hey Belinda, you okay?" Hermione asked softly as she knelt down beside Draco. She pulled herself into a cross-legged position and opened her arms, into which Belinda immediately fell and she clutched to Hermione desperately. She felt Draco's hands rub soothing circles into her back, and she giggled softly. "You guys a-are gonna be w-wonderful p-pa-rents if you e-ever have k-kids." Belinda smiled up at Hermione, whose eyes widened a fraction before a brilliant smile crossed her features. Her eyes shined with pure joy at the mention of having kids, and when both Belinda and Hermione looked to Draco, his expression mirrored his fiancée.

"Thanks, Linda." Draco murmured as he ruffled her hair, and she pouted. Now that she mentioned it, she felt as if she were their daughter but she didn't have the will nor the heart to pull away. After a moment, Belinda was hit by another onslaught of tears and said tears leaked onto Hermione's perfect shirt that was now creased and water-stained. "I-im s-sor-ry, I d-dont-" She was cut off by Hermione's finger on her lips.

"Oh hush now," Hermione chided softly. "I knew George was making a mistake getting involved with Angelina. But, he insisted. And she's very pushy, and rather rude. I always thought she was a nice girl," said Hermione, her eyes clouded over with frustration.

"I agree. I thought she was a typical Gryffindor, incredibly nice and all that, but she reminds me of that bimbo... Lavender Brown?" Draco looked at both girls, who nodded their heads to confirm that was her name. "And yes, I know its not nice to speak of the dead-" Belinda's eyes widened in shock. "- in such cruel ways, but just because you're dead doesn't mean everyone has to speak highly of you." Draco continued, but neither Belinda nor Hermione had cared how cruelly he spoke of Lavender. She'd always been annoying and rude.

"R-really? B-bu-but A-angelina a-always s-s-seemed so n-ice," said Belinda, confused. Draco shrugged, but Hermione pursed her lips.

"People often can appear different to who they truly are," a secret look was shared between Hermione and Draco. "But, sometimes when you get to know that person well enough this other persona can shine through." Hermione's voice was full of wisdom, and Belinda envied her that. She truly was the brightest witch of their age.

"Oh hush up 'mione," she blubbered with a sniffle. "Stop rubbing your w-wisdom in-in m-y-y fa-face." Hermione giggled at Belinda and held her closer, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as her hands smoothed over her hair.

~o~o~

Belinda had returned to The Burrow later that afternoon, Hermione having fixed her up with a couple of charms. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot still from crying, but they shone with genuine happiness. She was glad that Draco and Hermione were such supporting friends, and she felt truly lucky to have them. They were the greatest friends on earth, and she would treasure them forever. She was helping Mrs. Weasley wash up after baking the cake, the wedding being 3 days away. Belinda felt her heart ache every time she thought of it, but she didn't let it dampen her mood to much.

"Really, Belinda, this isn't neccassary!" Mrs. Weasley protested once more as Belinda scrubbed at the dish and placed it on the sink whilst Hermione dried it. Being muggle-born, the two girls preferred to use muggle means rather than their magic. There was something satisfying about seeing the dishes clean and knowing that you did it yourself. It was also a major time killer, and something that could start conversation later. Another thing, it distracted Belinda from George and Angelina.

"Its fine, Mrs. Weasley," Belinda hummed softly, passing another dish to Hermione which she then dried and placed on their ever-growing pile of dishes, cake tins and the likes. "Call me Molly, dear," Mrs. Weasley reminded her with a small smile. "And alright, but you aren't going to be allowed to do this all the time! You're the guests." She then proceeded to mumble about muggle-borns and their strange ways, to which Hermione and Belinda giggled. Once they were done, they set to putting everything away before they were finally finished. Hermione was distracted by Draco who took her hand and lead her off to show her something out the back, which was why Belinda was completely alone in the kitchen with one cake tin they'd failed to put away. (a/n: WARNING, FLUFFINESS)

Her hands found the cake tin and she moved over to the cupboard, her short height not aiding her here. She reached a hand up, pulled the cupboard open and to her dismay she saw that the only available space was right up the top. She jumped several times trying to reach her goal, before standing on her tippy toes and stretching up as high as she could. She could feel her shirt creeping up her back and lifting high enough to show her dragon tattoo on the small of her back. Belinda had received that in 7th year when she was feeling rebellious and frustrated with Umbridge and her ridiculous rules.

Suddenly, two large, calloused hands gently rested on her waist and she felt herself being lifted up high enough to place the tin in its spot. She was placed down once more and Belinda whipped around with a wide smile on her face that vanished the moment she saw the red-headed, muscled man who haunted her dreams before her. His hands were still on her waist, and she was suddenly ultra-aware of how close their bodies were to one another, the way one of his fiery locks fell into his electric blue eyes, the way his hands laid perfectly on her waist, and especially how his shirt clung to his muscles and showed them off fabulously. His eyes were filled with regret, and she longed to press her lips against his own once more. Her own eyes widened a bit as he dipped his head to her height and moved in so close that his sweet, minty breath tickled her neck. His scent that was masculine, musky, woodsy and something else that was entirely his own engulfed her in a flurry of emotions and she found that her arms had wound themselves around his neck.

Their lips were so close, and so caught were they in the moment that they almost didn't hear the sound of the back door closing and high heels against the floor. Almost. The duo jumped a part as if they had been electrocuted and Belinda stared down at her feet awkwardly, shuffling them as Angelina walked in. "Thanks for helping me get the cake tin up there, Weasley," the word slipped past her lips before she'd even registered in her mind what she was about to say, and she didn't miss the look of hurt that filled George's features as he took a step back. His beautiful blue eyes turned to ice and he hardened his features against her, his previous hurt gone. "You're welcome." He hissed, before Angelina piped up and for once Belinda was glad she was there.

"George, stop running off to the kitchen to escape me!" She grinned confidently as she thrust her hip into her hand and held an air about her that suggested she thought herself completely irresistible. George looked once at Belinda, a sorry look clear upon his features before he whipped around and walked over to Angelina. She opened her arms for him, but he brushed past her and Angelina let out a hiss as she sent a scathing look at Belinda before trailing after him. Belinda turned around, shut the cupboard and continued onto the lounge, up the stairs and to Ginny's room where she knew the red-head and Hermione would most likely be. However, the room turned out to be empty and Belinda took a seat on the bed, her head buried in her hands.

She hated this, she hated Angelina, she hated everything. Her life had gone down the drain, it was as if nothing could go right for her. She was so caught up in her pitiful thoughts that she'd forgotten about Jamie and Toby, whom had now appeared in the doorway to Ginny's room after searching the entire house for their big sister. "Bellsy!" Jamie squealed as she ran over to her sister, who looked down in surprise before smiling widely and pulling both Toby and Jamie onto the bed with her. They sat either side of her and began to tell her all about the cool things they'd been doing.

"Guess what Linny, Mrs. Weasley let me have a go on the broomstick! Ron's been teachin' me all the cool tricks, and so has Harry! And Draco, they're all really good and Harry says that imma be real good, I tells ya! Harry said it, he did, he did, you can ask him!" Toby was beaming brightly as he stared up at his sister. Belinda giggled and wrapped her arms around him, glad that her younger brother held an appreciation for her favourite sport - quidditch. "Thats so cool, Toby, what about you Jamie? What have you been up to?" She already felt as if she'd known Jamie her whole life, for such was the bond between siblings.

"Lotsa mo' fun dan Tob! Tob jus' fly 'round, but me get ta help make de cake! Mama Weasley lemme lick da spoon too, it was nommy!" Jamie beamed, her beautiful doe eyes framed with her thick lashes, giving her a sweet and innocent look about her. Belinda smiled, glad that Mrs. Weasley- Molly had been the motherly figure in Jamie's life, for a girl needed her mother.

"Did Mama Weasley let you do that, hmm? That's nice of her, isn't it?" Belinda cooed, to which both Jamie and Toby eagerly agreed. The rest of the afternoon was spent with some sibling bonding time, and even Belinda giving Toby a few tips of her own on quidditch. Toby was still awe-struck that he had 4 people teaching him how to play quidditch, and Belinda assured him he'd be the best at Hogwarts, to which Toby was delighted. Jamie sat on the grass watching, an ice cream in her hand that she was happily licking away at whilst Ginny fussed over her as if she too were her big sister. No matter how attached Jamie was to Belinda already, Belinda couldn't help the jealousy at the way Jamie seemed closer to Ginny. She knew it was to be expected, she'd been missing for 3 years after all, but it still hurt. Yet, it also felt good that the Weasley's had been Jamie's family, along with Toby's.

"No! Up, Toby pull up!" Belinda suddenly screeched as Toby's downwards spiral was reaching the ground too quickly. With a great struggle, the young boy flicked his broom up and narrowly avoided hitting the ground. His face was pale white and his hair was sticking out in odd angles but he looked relatively pleased with himself as he laughed happily and pulled the broom to a stop. He tumbled to the ground with the broom is one hand and giggled hysterically. Belinda rolled her eyes and walked over to him, pulling him up with one hand. "Idiot," she grinned, and he pouted.

"Am not an idiot, Linny! That's un-fair," he protested in a whiny voice. Belinda grimaced and covered her ears, to which he huffed and stomped off. Belinda quickly ran over, grabbed him and pulled him up into her arms, him dropping the broom in this process. "Put me down!" He squealed as she swung him around before placing him down and ruffling his hair. He poked her in the stomach, stuck his tongue out and ran off with a wild laugh. Belinda couldn't help but turn her head to look at Jamie, and she felt another pang of jealousy as Jamie hadn't noticed them, to busy plaiting Ginny's hair. She pushed these thoughts away, content that she was still incredibly close to Toby and dashed after him. He'd almost made it away, when she lunged and tumbled to the ground with him in her arms. The two laughed happily, before he stuck a tig in her hair and ran away once more. She took a while to get the twig out of her hair before she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

"Stop or i'll hex you!" She called out, and Toby immediately went as stiff as a board. Belinda grinned and slipped her wand back into her pocket before running over to him and cuffing him around the head.

"How many times must I tell you, don't touch the hair!" She grinned, and Toby stuck his tongue out once more.

"I don't care!" He cried back as he reached up to try and mess up her hair. Belinda easily evaded his attempts, as she was taller than her younger brother and she placed a hand on his head, holding him out at arms length.

"Pathetic," she teased, and he huffed.

"I'll get you one day when im not so small!" He cried, struggling against her hand, his face scrunched up in concentration. Belinda pressed her lips together in a thin line to keep from laughing, but the need to laugh faded when she saw Angelina push George into a tree and force her lips against his. George responded with his arms wrapping around her and drawing her closer to him, their bodies an entanglement of limbs. Toby took her momentary lapse in concentration as a chance to pounce, and he pushed her arm away and bowled her over with his all of his strength. She toppled backwards with a screech of protest followed by their laughter echoing around everywhere. She sat up and pulled Toby into her chest, keeping him prisoner as she looked back to George and Angelina, who had both stopped their kissing to look at them. Belinda quickly moved her gaze back to the struggling Toby as he made noises of frustration.

Belinda yelped as his bit her arm and she released him immediately. "You little bugger!" She exclaimed, massaging her arm. Toby grinned, and she heard the sounds of more laughter. Her eyes were drawn back to George and Angelina, both of whom were laughing and they were now a nice distance a part from one another. George's smile widened when Belinda looked at him, but faded when she made a show of looking away. By now, Jamie and Ginny were finished playing with the others hair and had looked up to see what all the commotion was. Jamie squealed, grabbed Ginny's hand and tugged her over to Belinda and Toby.

"Gin, look!" She squealed to Ginny, who looked down at Jamie with a small smile. "Toby and Bellsy are playing chasie, I wan' play chasie!" She exclaimed, and Belinda grinned. Belinda stood up, brushed herself off and coughed as Ginny and Jamie reached them.

"Sorry guys, im tired and I think i'll ask Draco to take me home so I can settle in," she said, un-aware of George and Angelina's presence beside them, but she turned her head as Ginny's gaze became worrisome when she looked behind Belinda. She saw Angelina, looking pleased that she was going most likely, and George looking furious.

"You're living with Malfoy?" He snapped. "Why-" he stopped himself, took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. "Why don't you just stay with us?" He asked, an eyebrow cocked. Belinda gawped at him, and felt like yelling that it was because of him she couldn't stay there, all because of him. It was all his fault, all his, and yet he acted as if he was un-aware of this fact. He knew that she loved him, and yet he acted as if he didn't here in front of The Bitch.

"Because," she drawled, her arms crossed as she frowned at him. "Draco is my best friend who stood by me always and didn't ditch nor blame me for things that weren't my fault," she hissed, and she knew she'd affected him as he suddenly took a step backwards and looked sheepish. Ginny looked at him with a titled head, confused, and so did Angelina. Jamie and Toby had sensed that this was 'big kids' talk and hurried away.

"What? Whats going on, George?" Ginny asked, and her question was repeated by Angelina, both women fixing him a stoney glare. His eyes flickered to them both, before he looked back at Belinda and in a flash had stepped forwards and grabbed both of her hands within his own. The air was filled with tension and curiosity as Angelina and Ginny exchanged a look. Belinda looked at Angelina briefly as her lip curled, but she soon looked back to George.

"Im sorry," he breathed. She pulled her hands and stepped back.

"Apology rejected," she responded, a rage filling her not un-like the one George had experienced when he'd lost his twin. She saw red as she felt as if it was all his fault. All of this was his fault. "You. Ruined. Everything." She was gasping for breath as her chest constricted painfully on her. Ginny moved forwards, but Belinda only growled as she reached out for her and Ginny quickly retracted her hand. The only person who could've calmed her was busy and no where near, so nothing could stop her rage. "Haven't you realised it, dear George? Everything is wrong, everything is ruined, my life is completely ruined because of YOU!" Her voice escalated, and soon she was screaming. "MY PARENTS ARE DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU! I'VE LOST 3 YEARS OF MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU! MY SISTER WILL NEVER KNOW HER PARENTS BECAUSE OF YOU! I'VE MISSED OUT ON EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU! I'VE LOST EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING BECAUSE OF YOU!" She screeched, tears pouring. She felt as if she were an emotional wreck at the moment.

Soon, Mrs. Weasley, Draco, Hermione, Harry, Fleur, Bill and Teddy had come running. Teddy's turquoise hair caught her eye, but she was so angry she couldn't even comprehend who he was. "Belinda, dear," Mrs. Weasley began, but she stopped as they most murderous glare anyone had ever seen was shifted to her. Draco flinched, for even he was not immune to such an evil look. George was staring down at his feet shamefully. Belinda's quick emotions then shifted to daring as she stepped forwards and cradled his face within her hands, pulling him down and moving her lips to his ear.

"I lost you, because of you." Belinda whispered only for his ears, before she twisted on her heel and ran off. She kept running despite the sound of footsteps behind her, and only stopped once she'd reached the end of the non-apparation point at the Weasley's. She turned to see her followers, and saw it was George, Draco and Hermione, the others all traipsing behind in bewilderment. George's eyes were desperate, but Belinda merely smiled and twisted away to the Malfoy Manor, where she collapsed in a heap and was soon joined by Draco and Hermione, both of whom wrapped their arms around her and held her close once more.

A/N: Mwuhaha, no update for another week. :} I joke, i'll probably be bored in lessons and update this. Anyways, I like originally had a passionate kiss scene but I killed it cause im amazin'. x3 Yuppers. OMFG LIPTON ICED TEA OWNS EVERYTHING! :D Para, Para, Paradise!~ I love how the music video for that is the band dressed as elephants. xDDDDDD P!nk omg, finally you have another song! I love P!nk. 3 Yeah, so thats the end of George for a couple of chaps, sorry guise!

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