A/N: Sorry it's been a little while since I've updated - I made the mistake of spilling a whole glass of water on my computer. But luckily my documents have all been saved and the story can continue!

*Chapter 16*

When Saturday finally rolled around, Angelina felt like she'd been waiting for years. It had only been a couple of days since George had told her he'd be telling his parents about their new relationship during the next family dinner. She was excited. She couldn't wait to be able to cuddle with George and hold his hand and kiss him in front of everyone. She was jealous of the unabashed affection that she had seen Hermione and Ginny show their fiancés. It would be wonderful to sit down for tea after dinner and be able to curl into the curve of George's body, to have his arm around her holding her so comfortably against him.

She figured that it would be painless and easy since his mum had been wanting ever since she'd seen her holding his hand at Hogwarts. She figured George would tell his parents and then dinner would commence and they would be happy. She didn't count on Molly Weasley bursting into tears and nearly hugging the life out of her.

"Mum, Dad, I want to tell you something," George said when he walked into the kitchen, where Molly was cooking and Arthur was fiddling with some gadget at the table. Molly turned from the pot that was stirring itself and smiled warmly at her son.

"What is it?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron. Behind the smile, George could see the embers of anxiety. His mum never knew if he brought good or bad news, and she was probably so used to him and his brothers telling her how they'd messed up something or made a choice she didn't approve of that she was just waiting for the words so she could smack him upside the head. She softened a little when Angelina followed him into the room. "Hello, dear, lovely to see you."

George wrapped his arm around Angelina's waist and pulled her close to him.

"Angelina and I have started seeing each other," he announced with a grin. "We have been for about ha month now." His father cheered and stood from the table to clap him on back.

"Well congratulations, son," he said before hugging Angelina. George was too busy smiling at this to see his mother coming at him. She knocked him upside the head before he had a chance to even flinch.

"Ow, Mum!" he yelled. "Blimey, I thought you'd be happy!"

"Of course I'm happy!" she yelled back, beating him on the arm. "You waited a month to tell me! Here I am worrying about you every day and you wait a month to tell me that I shouldn't be worrying about how alone you are! Angelina, dear," she said, choking up as she turned to the young woman. She pulled Angelina into a hug, squeezing her so tightly that Angelina could feel her worries being relieved. "Thank goodness he finally got some sense in him! I've been trying to make him come to his senses for months!"

"What's going on?" Ron asked. He had just come downstairs with Hermione, Ginny, and Harry after they'd heard Molly's voice get louder.

"Criminy, Mum, let her breathe!" Ginny laughed. Molly sheepishly let go of Angelina and cupped her face.

"Thank you dear," she said quietly.

It was more of a scene than Angelina had expected, but she was glad that it was a positive scene. A small part of her had been afraid that Molly Weasley would have looked at her with scorn, like she was some harlot taking advantage of her grieving son. Or she might have been suspicious of the fact that she had now loved both of her twin sons. Mothers could be weird and protective like that. Instead she received nothing but the warmest acceptance from the Weasley family. When Bill and Fleur arrived, Molly excitedly told Fleur about the development. Even though all of George's siblings and their partners had known, Fleur acted as excited as possible and nearly knocked Angelina over when she hugged her. It was the beginning of a wonderful evening for Angelina, and the first of many family dinners as George's girlfriend. They finished out the evening in the living room with Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron like usual, drinking tea and butterbeer. Angelina could barely contain her happiness as she sat down on the couch next to George and snuggled into him.

They went back to his apartment that night, and as she fell asleep in his arms, she hoped this was only the beginning.