At noon, George came, as Harry and Ron promised, and took my wrist, pulling me away.

"George, I really don't want to-"

"Too bad!" he sang, laughing.

"I'm serious. This is ridiculous," I insisted.

"Ah, but what better way to bond than to take you out to lunch."

I groaned, but didn't complain. Free lunch, right? "Fine."

"It's an ego booster to know that I win all of the arguments, you know," George winked as we got inside the Leaky Cauldron. "Two butterbeers, Tom, and some of your finest cuisine."

"It's because I don't feel like fighting back," I told him. "Hence why you win."

"It's because you can't resist my sexy bod, I know," George insisted. "Most witches can't."

I sighed and thanked Tom as he put two butterbeers on our table.

"Well I certainly can," I replied, taking a sip.

George pretended to be hurt, "Why, that's no way to talk about your fiancee's body!"

I groaned as people looked at us, "Can we please not attract attention of all the customers here?"

"Fine, fine, have it your way," George sighed.

"How's the shop?"

"Besides being in near ruins because of our demand? Perfect," George grinned.

"It's in ruins?"

"The shelves are near empty!" George exclaimed and I groaned again. "Right, sorry." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "The shelves are near empty! That means I have to work overtime to just get them restocked. And not to mention that everyone in the wizarding world is stopping by to have a good laugh. My jokes need to be primed and polished! I'm done for!"

I rolled my eyes, "What are you currently working on?"

"Well, nothing now. I have to have a good days meal before I can do that."

That got a laugh out of me, "Really?" What Dolohov said kept entering my mind, so I focused on George and tried to grasp a complete conversation from him. I had to or else I'd go mental myself.

"Yes. Meat and potatoes, woman. That's how you'll charm me."

"Meat and potatoes?" I laughed. I shook my head, "No. You see, I eat what I eat. And I don't make extra food for someone that doesn't want to eat what I eat."

He raised an eyebrow, "Who said you had to cook for me?"

I opened my mouth, but shut it, and opened it again, "Well, I assumed -" I cut off and tried again. "I-It would have been the obvious assumption."

He smirked, nodding his head, "Alright, alright. Favorite meal?"

I thought about it, "Definately beef stew."

"Good," he nodded. "I can stomach beef stew."

"You're mum's made it at least once every week, George."

"I know. That's why I can stomach it," George laughed. "My favorite meal. . . easily Roast beef."

"Now that is quite good," I nodded. "Your mother's is fantastic."

"Here ye are," Tom said, dropping two plates down of chicken and potatoes. I figured something as simple as this. But it was fine. "Hollar if ye need anythin'."

"Will do Tom," George grinned. "Thanks."

"So, back to your shop, how many customers, roughly, a day?" I asked.

He thought about it, putting a bite of chicken in his mouth and chewing slowly while staring at me. Which made me really self conscious.

"Three hundred, easily."

"Wow," I nodded, approving. "Business must be booming."

"Sure is. The U-no-poo's are flying off the shelves."

I shook my head, sipping my butterbeer, "I honestly agreed with Molly. The fact Voldemort didn't murder you in your bed is quite surprising in itself."

He grinned, "He couldn't resist my hot body either."

I rolled my eyes, "You think its hot."

"I sure do," he nodded. "I know it is."

I just hummed, shaking my head, and taking another swig of my butterbeer.

There was an awkward silence as I chewed the chicken and then popped another piece in my mouth once swallowed. George was watching me, eating his own food.

"You staring at me is creeping me out," I stated, setting down my fork.

He shrugged, "You were staring at me last night. Payback."

I raised an eyebrow, "Payback? I told you, I was trying to figure out if you were asleep."

"That was the most uncomfortable way to sleep," George inputted.

"I didn't ask you to sit on the floor."

"Well, you looked cold."

"I looked cold? That's your excuse for sitting next to me?" I rolled my eyes, "Admit it, you wanted to sit next to me."

"Of course I did," he grinned.

"Don't deny-" I paused when I realized what he said, "What?"

"Yeah, I wanted to sit next to you. You smelt fabulous and you really did look cold."

I took a sip of butterbeer as I tried to figure out what to say, "Oh. Well good. Thanks. It is freezing in your room at night."

"That's because of the draft. Damn ceiling has wind blowing through it. Drove me bloody insane in the winter."

"And why didn't you just put wood over where the holes were?"

He frowned, "Never thought o'that."

"Obviously," I laughed. "My shifts over, so I'm going to the Burrow. Your mother's taking the woman. . . shopping."

"Don't get lost!" George winked. I pulled out my purse, digging for galleons before setting them on the table.

"Alright, insult me," George gasped, holding his hand to his heart. "A man cannot pay for a woman's lunch, now?"

I looked at him in surprise, "Well, I-"

He scooted the galleons back at me and dropped two of his own on the table. "My treat. I'm the one that literally dragged you here. I swear, you hate to be pampered, don't you?"

"I-" I didn't even get to finish what I said, because he stood and offered his hand. "Let me see you safely to the Floo."

"I was going to apparate," I said confused. He was acting really, really weird. "I'll see you tonight."

I stood and he just shrugged, "Bye, sweetheart," he taunted.

I threw him a dirty look, "Thanks for lunch."

I walked out of the Leaky Cauldron as he laughed and apparated on the spot. Ugh, he was impossible.

Sigh, I really need to speed this along, yeah? review and tell me what you want to see!

-Nastya