We All Roll Along.

Chapter Two: Go.

I'm feeling sick,
Girl you're so contagious.

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It was the day after George's philosophy and nobody really discussed what they thought, though silently they all agreed.

Ron had been his usual self. He'd stayed away from mostly everybody and spent half the day degnoming the garden. It's what he'd been doing lately. The gnomes were beginning to give up.

As he threw his gloves at the side of the house, untying his boots as he tried to walk into the house at the same time, he heard his name being called. He looked up to see his mother and a plate of sandwiches on the table. The speech must have gotten to her. Not only had she cooked dinner last night, but she made breakfast this morning, and now. And she had a smile on her face during all of it.

"Ronald, have some sandwiches dear. You've been working hard." Truth was it didn't feel like working, he was in such a deep state of thinking. He nodded his head slowly, grabbing a sandwich and then passing Ginny, Harry, and Hermione who were all sitting in the living room, and heading upstairs.

Hermione's smile fell as she watched him enter and exit the room. She'd barely spoken to him. He'd helped her at the funeral, comforted her. And she had comforted him. But as soon as they got back to the burrow, he'd pushed away form anyone. He seemed to be taking it hard. It was almost funny. Ron always used to complain about the twins, how they teased him, and hurt him, and tested him with their new goodies from their shop. But now that Fred was gone, Ron must have realized just how much he was going to miss it all.

She'd tried speaking to him once. He mumbled and left the room. She knew part of the reason he was so upset, was because Molly was always looking so fragile. But now that Molly was trying to move on, she figured Ron might try.

"Give him time, Hermione. I know him. He'll wake up from his imperius state, I promise." Ginny spoke softly, watching Hermione's fallen smile curl upwards a bit.

"I hope you're right."

Once Ron entered his room, he kicked a few things out of his way. Some old clothes, Harry's bag, and a shoe. He wanted to be happy, he did. He wanted to talk to all of them. But he couldn't feel it in him. Everything was going to be different. The holidays, dinner, the birthdays. Oh he couldn't even think about the birthdays. The twins birthdays were always so epic… and it was gone.

He ran a hand through his hair as he knew what he had to do. He took his wand out of his pocket and let his thought process take over.

"Ron!" George exclaimed, watching his brother appear next to him in the shop. He saw Ron was still being his gloomy self and immediately frowned. "This is a happy place, I don't want any of that."

"George." Ron started, stepping behind the counter to where George was. "Do you really think it's what Fred would have wanted? You're not just saying this, so that… well." He paused, stuttering a bit. He didn't wanna upset his brother, but he had to know. "You're trying to make us happy, just so you don't get saddened by our grief… are you?" He wanted to truly believe in what George was saying, but he couldn't if George didn't really believe it himself.

But to his surprise, George wasn't mad, nor upset. He actually understood.

"Listen, Ronnie. Everything I said was the truth. This is how I feel. And I feel that I'm right. When am I not?" He added a bit of a smirk before becoming straight-faced again. "You won't be a bad guy if you just keep living. He's not going to hate you if you do what you want to do, and let yourself be happy." He paused, then began again, "He won't hate you… I'm not going to hate you." He knew part of it must have been that Ron was too afraid to show any sort of happiness near George, afraid he'd be accused of not caring.

Ron's eyes, which had been currently attracted to the floor, looked up as he felt that George was done speaking. He nodded his head and let out a shaky sigh. "Alright." He muttered, "I'll try."

"Damn right you will. And I was serious about making your move, you useless git."

Ron's head immediately jerked up once again as he felt the fire erupt back inside him, just as it did both the twins tried to rally him up. "Don't start with that! I'm taking my time!"

"And you're taking her time too, Ronnie! You've been like this for 7 years now. There's absolutely no time to waste." He then leaned a bit closer, "You want me to send her a bit of love potion? On the house."

"I don't want this done by potion. I don't think I have to resort to that…" Silence. "Wait, do I?"

George let himself laugh out loud. It was always so easy to mess with Ron's head. But it honestly didn't take much either. "Bloody hell, Ron. No. You don't have to. Just make a god damn move before I do." Of course, he'd never do something like that. But the faster Ron did it, the faster George would stop with his nonsense.

"Whatever." He mumbled, signifying that the conversation was clearly over. He walked away from George slightly, leaving the back of the counter as he glanced around the shop. It was amazing. The twins really outdid themselves… He said it every time, really. He let out another sigh, and then turned around. "Were you serious about wanting me to help?"

"I said I would have wanted you to help Fred." George corrected, hiding back his smile. He hated asking Ron to stay back, and help him with the shop. But he needed family. And Ron was his brother, and he couldn't think of anyone better.

"So you want me to help, then?" Ron asked, laughing slightly as he shook his head. Too bad the Weasley boys weren't best at getting out what they wanted to say.

"I do."

"Then, I will." He took another glance around the shop and looked back at George. "I'll see you at dinner, we can talk about it then." He knew George was probably feeling a bit guilty, wondering if Ron wanted to go into auror training with Harry, or something along that sort. "I couldn't have ask for a better way to start living." And with that, he apparated back into his room.

"Oh, hi..." Hermione greeted, uneasy. She had been lured into his room, missing his overall existence. And she just hoped, and prayed, he may have missed hers too.

Before you complain for it being so short, I know! I'm so sorry aha. I am extremely overtired. And I just need to sleep. But I wanted to update this! 143 should be updated tomorrow, before work, if I have time. If not, then after work. IF NOT, then Monday. Ahah. REVIEW! Please. Don't just favorite or alert it. Let me know what you think. REVIEW.