A/N: Well, here's the second part...as you may have noticed, this is actually a threeshot. Which means one more part, which is currently half-written.

I hope you enjoy this second part. The third part will be coming when, well, when I finish it...

And while I'm talking, BBC's Robin Hood is more or less amazing. The Huntress got me hooked on it...

Enjoy.

~DawnFire~

Revised Summary: Reflections of George Weasley after the Final Battle. Second part, Angelina's interference. Bittersweet, I suppose. Note: DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER(S). Threeshot. Third part will have Fred and others in it. Written by DawnFire.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah...about this. There seems to have been some misunderstanding here. I'm not British, I have never even published a book, although I plan to. And my name is certainly not JK Rowling--I don't have a W, a J, or a K--or a G, for that matter--in my name. Well, I suppose DawnFire has a W...oops. But basically, I am not JKR. Ok? Get it? Got it? Good. Now we can move on. Enjoy the second part of the threeshot.

Kind of funny how I'm eating bittersweet chocolate right now...if you don't know what I'm talking about, look at the summary.

Yours,

~DawnFire~

The Fool's Love

"George?"

He looked up blankly, and met dark brown eyes.

It took him a moment to recognize her.

"Angelina."

She was frowning. "George, your family's worried about you." A pause. "I'm worried too. So is Lee. Are you—are you alright?"

Honesty...lying...he chose honesty.

"Not really, no."

In fact, he was very far from being alright, but he might as well try and lighten it a little.

"George, it's not your fault that Fred—"

"I know it's not my fault."

His voice had never sounded like that before, devoid of emotion...dead.

Like his twin was dead.

Angelina looked somewhere between concern and horror. "What's happened to you? You sound—"

"Don't." he said sharply, and turned away.

He stared at the shelves, thinking in the back of his mind that he should probably restock them. But he couldn't seem to make himself do what was needed to run the shop properly. He just couldn't see the point anymore.

"George—"

"What do you want, Angelina?"

She watched him for a moment, nearly glaring, before she said coolly, "You're not the only one who misses him. Lee was his best friend. Your family lost a brother and a son. I used to—"

"Go out with him, yeah."

He remembered a prank they had attempted to pull out of sheer boredom once, dressing identically and both pretending to be her date, to be Fred. She had finally solved the mystery by going to kiss each of them, which resulted in Fred yelling, 'Oi!' and pulling her away from George just before their lips met. George had laughed until tears streamed from his eyes, but he hadn't completely forgotten the feeling of being so close to her.

He couldn't.

She's Fred's girl, he had told himself, before this whole mess with the war had started properly. She's not yours, and she probably never will be. Get her out of your head, and find someone else.

And for a time he had succeeded, but his heart wasn't quite in it. No matter who he was with, he would eventually come back to wondering what kissing Angelina would be like, what having her for a girlfriend, his girlfriend, would be like...

Fingers snapped in front of his face. "George!"

He jumped a little, and turned to face Angelina again. "What?"

"I said, this has to stop."

"What has to stop?"

"This—this depression you've gotten yourself into. It's not healthy—"

He tuned her out. Did she think he hadn't heard what she was saying before? Lee, his mother, Percy...they had all said the same thing, to no effect.

He had ignored Lee. He had listened to his mum, nodded like a good boy, and then gone back to wondering how he could cope without Fred. He had heard Percy out, and then told him dully to get out of his shop.

When Angelina was done talking and had gone away like the others, George would return to his bitter musings, just like he had done before. Why should this time be any different?

"George, are you even listening to me?"

No.

"Yes," he replied.

Angelina glared at him, spotting the lie, but he turned away, staring blankly at a shelf that had once held Decoy Detonators.

About five seconds passed in silence, and then he felt a hand grab his shoulder, turn him around. Before he could fully comprehend what was going on, Angelina had pressed her lips to his.

His eyes widened in shock before they closed and he kissed her back.

This time was different after all.

He was still April's Fool, but it was no longer the only thing about him. He still thought of Fred, but his life was no longer dedicated to mourning his twin.

The Fool had found his Love.

La Fin 2

A/N: One part to go! I actually didn't think I'd finish this one for another couple of weeks, since I got stuck, but yesterday I had a dance rehearsal with a lot of free time (try a couple of hours) so I ended up writing a lot and, wonder of wonders, finishing part 2!!

Part 3 is about half-done. And it needs a bit of a better title. But it's coming along nicely...as seen in the summary, it has 'Fred and others' in it. Who the 'others' are, well, you can either guess or wait and see, it really depends on what you feel like doing...

Well, I hope you're enjoying this story, and thank you to the people who have reviewed, and to those who added this to favorites--I was really...is flattered the right word here? Maybe. But anyway, thank you so much!!

And remember, we authors thrive on reviews, so... :D

I'll bid you good day. And the third part will be a little more humorous--see, the way I see it, the first part would be labeled 'tragedy', the second would be labeled, uh, 'hurt/comfort'? no, 'Romance'...and the third would be labeled more 'humor'. Strange. Hope my attempt at romance went all right, it's not something that I'm used to writing...even though it's in a lot of my stories, well, later on in them...weird.

I'll stop rambling now.

Yours,

~DawnFire~