Sorry for the lack of updates. Been going through a lot as well as the dreaded writer's block.


You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

You'd be like heaven to touch

I want to hold you so much

At long last love has arrived

And I thank God I'm alive

You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you

Pardon the way that I stare,

There's nothing else to compare

The sight of you leaves me weak

There are no words left to speak

But if you feel like I feel,

Please let me know that it's real

You're just too good to be true,

Can't take my eyes off of you

-Frankie Valli Can't Take My Eyes Off You


Chapter Thirty-Eight: Sparks Fly

George stood at the counter, watching out the window as couples walked around Hogsmeade. Valentine's Day. How he despised it.

He remembered when he and Lee Jordan used to play pranks on unsuspecting couples. He would never forget when he replaced Fred and Angelina's v-day biscuits with pink canary custards. His brother almost offed him for ruining his night.

The thought then brought his attention to Angelina herself, who was helping a third year find something. He watches as she joked around with him and helped at the same time.

Since they started working together, George and Angelina found themselves getting closer than they were in school, despite being best friends. They hadn't gone back out since Three Broomsticks, and they really hadn't pursued anything past their growing fancy for each other, but they had many late nights just chatting in Fred and George's flat.

George had started appreciating Angelina's company more and more. He no longer had haunting dreams about Fred. Matter of fact, he could honestly say that he hadn't dreamed of his brother in a few weeks. His dreams had been too filled with the obsidian haired, coco skinned witch with all her womanly charms.

As he watched Angelina work, a plan began to form in his head. He only hoped that Fred would forgive him. Even after Fred's blessing, he was still weary.

"Oi! Angie! A word?" he called, causing Angelina to shake her head and walk towards him.

"What do you want, git? I'm trying to run a business here." joked Angelina.

"Your boss is a tosser, don't work yourself too hard. I was wondering if you would like to join me for a dinner tonight, if you're up for it." said George, hopeful.

Angelina blushed. "Dinner you say? And on Valentine's Day? Are you sure? Someone may get the impression that you fancy me more than you let on."

It was George's turn to blush now. "Let them talk. Maybe there is some truth to it."

Angelina nodded and then went back to helping out the young wizard.

A couple hours later, they closed up the shop to get ready for the night.

Angelina apparated over to the flat that her and Alicia shared.

"Ali! I need a dress!" she yelled as qty soon as she got there.

Alicia was in the kitchen with Cormac, fixing dinner. Angelina cringed at the scene. Cormac McLaggen rubbed her the wrong way. She couldn't stand the sight of him, and his presence was never welcomed by her.

And he knew it.

"Angie baby, good to see you!" said Cormac being purposely antagonistic. "How's the Weasley business?"

"It's fine." said Angelina sharply. "Ali, do you have a dress I can wear tonight?"

"You know I have tons, what's the occasion?" asked Alicia as she chopped up carrots. Alicia, being a half-blood, loved cooking the muggle way. She hardly used magic to prepare the food or make it cook faster.

Angelina hesitated. She really didn't want Cormac to know anything. He would only take the mickey. That and he gossiped worse than a female.

"Just a dinner." said Angelina quickly, hoping Alicia would get the clue to not inquire too much.

She didn't. "Dinner? Like a date? Oh my goodness! Is this the night?"

"Ali..."

"The night?" asked Cormac. "Who's the lucky man, Johnson? Who have you trapped between those Quidditch legs?"

"Cormac!"

Angelina rolled her eyes. "You're so vile, McLaggen."

"Hey, what I say?"

"There's a black dress I haven't worn yet Ang, in my closet." said Alicia, trying to avoid an argument. "Also some muggle red bottoms if you want to pair it with that."

"Thanks friend. I'll leave you to your...I'll just leave you." said Angelina, rushing up the stairs to stop herself from saying anything foul. She adored her best friend, and tried very hard to respect her and Cormac's relationship or whatever it was they had, but she couldn't help but want to strangle the git.

Angelina went to Alicia's room and scanned her closet for the dress. She found in and couldn't help but laugh.

The dress while beautiful, was already very short. Angelina had Alicia in height by at least 3 inches and Alicia always got her dresses tailored, so Angelina already knew she would be showing a great deal of leg. She also knew that though her and Angelina were about the same size body wise, she knew this dress would hug every curve she had.

"Of course Ali would tell me to wear the dress that screams shag me." said Angelina as she grabbed the shoes and took those and the dress to her room.


Back at the flat that Fred and George shared with Lee Jordan, George was getting the third degree.

"So you're taking Angie out finally?" asked Lee. "Should I spend the night at Katie's or.. "

"It's not like that." said George, splashing on some cologne.

"Right. Of course." said Lee in a sarcastic voice. "It's just you taking the girl you fancy out on Valentine's Day to a dinner. Of course you're not going to romance her and then come back for a shag."

"Romance? Possibly. Shag? I don't think so. I don't think she would want that, and frankly, I'm not too keen on it either just yet. Fred would kill me."

"You told me that Fred gave you his blessing the time you spoke to him." said Lee.

"To date her, of course. Not to shag her." said George as he smoothed down his shirt in the mirror.

"Doesn't shagging usually happen when you date someone?" joked Lee. "Maybe Katie and I are doing it wrong."

"Tosser. How do I look?" laughed George as he held his arms out, showing off his semi-formal muggle wear.

"Like a bitch."

"Excellent."

George apparated over to Angelina and Alicia's flat. He couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. This was to be a bit more intimate than just talking. He almost thought he was going to chicken out.

He took a deep breath and headed to the door. Before he could knock, the door flew open and out ran a disgruntled Cormac.

"She's fucking mental, Johnson!" he yelled as George moved out the way just in time to avoid getting hit by a high heel shoe, that hit it's target on the back of his head, knocking him down.

"I've got your mental, you pompous, pampered, pigheaded, prick!" yeller Angelina angrily, with Alicia behind her, holding onto her arm.

"Nice alliteration." said George, impressed with Angelina's throw.

Angelina looked at George in horror. "Shit! You are really seeing me act like some mental harpy! Not what I intended for the night."

"I've known you since I was 11, Angie. I know you had a reason. " said George, walking into Angelina and Alicia's flat.

"It was my fault really, I shouldn't have invited him over." said Alicia.

"Do not sit there and blame yourself for that sod and his actions, Ali." said Angelina, firmly. "He is an absolute tosser, and a pervert at that!"

"What exactly happened?" asked George.

"I caught him in my room under a disillusion charm trying to peek while I was changing, the slick git!"

"He won't ever be here again, Ang." said Alicia, firmly. "It's over."

"Sorry that happened. Hope it didn't put you off your appetite." said George, handing Angelina the shoe.

"No, not at all. If anything, it made me even more hungry." said Angelina as she ran a brush through her hair once more and put her shoe on. George couldn't help but stare as she lifted up her long, smooth, roasted chestnut colored leg and placed the red bottom on her small foot. He found himself licking his lips, as that moment, with her hair hanging down over her right cheek, and the tightness of her dress, she looked like the most sexiest person in the world.

Alicia looked at George's awestruck face and giggled. 'The kid's a goner.' she thought to herself.


The pair went to a new restaurant that had opened up in Hogsmeade. George didn't know that reservations had to be made, but being a Weasley, he was graciously given a table.

"This place is really chic." said Angelina, looking around and admiring the black and silver decor. "To be honest, I don't think we fit in."

George nodded. "I agree. Too stuffy. We will just have to change that. But first, let's see that their food is like."

Angelina eyed George suspiciously. "What are you going to do, George? Is it going to get us thrown out?"

"Not immediately." said George, winking at her. Angelina grinned and looked at her menu.

The pair attempted to order from the almost incomprehensible menu. They had never heard of hardly any of the foods on there, none of it was even muggle. After 10 minutes of trying to figure things out, both of them had lost their appetites and their patience with the place.

"Well, if we're going to be scratching this place off of of list of places we won't be coming back to, might as well leave them something to remember us by." said George, taking five black balls out of his pocket and laid them on the table.

Angelina took one look at the balls and laughed. "Georgie, you wouldn't"

"Oh but I would." he said as he sprinkled water onto them and quickly grabbed Angelina's hand, pulling her away from the table.

Suddenly the balls leapt into the air and started exploding into fireworks. All around, people were screaming and ducking under tables and the sparks went every way. He grabbed a few more and threw them in the air, splashing water up as he threw them. Those went off as well, in bigger and brighter sparks. He grabbed Angelina's hand once again and the two made a break for it out the door.

They laughed as they looked in the window at the scampering eaters and employees trying to get out of the way of the harmless display.

They walked down by The Shrieking Shack, laughing about George's silly prank. George then summoned Kreacher, who was kind to all of Harry's friends, and asked if he would bring them some food and a blanket. A few minutes later, he had brought them a basket with baked chicken, pasta, vegetables, and a huge shareable slice of chocolate cake.

"If the lady doesn't object to an impromptu picnic? I wouldn't want you to have wasted such a beautiful dress." said George, making Angelina blush.

He put up a warming bubble around them so it felt like a summer night. They say and ate all their delicious food, laughing and talking about everything that had happened.

"Well this was a delightful evening, despite the fact that we have probably been banned from a very nice establishment." said Angelina, taking a final bite of the half of the chocolate cake slice.

George felt his cheeks warm up. "I'm glad you liked it. Only the best for a lovely lady as yourself."

Angelina blushed. She always had fun times with George, but this time felt much different. Special.

"One more thing." said George, taking two pink balls out of his pocket. He placed one in Angelina's hand and sprinkled water onto it. The ball popped and out came small pink harmless sparks and confetti hearts. A long box appeared in her hand.

Angelina looked at the box and then back at George. "But...I didn't get you anything." she said softly.

George shrugged and motioned for her to open the box.

She opened it and tears formed in her eyes. It was a Gryffindor pin that was made into a pendant that hung off a beautiful gold chain. She recognized it immediately as Fred's old pin. The tail on the lion had broken off in their 4th year.

"George..." she whispered.

"He would have wanted you to have that. It was on his coat at the battle. The piece that held it in place had broken off, so I made it into a charm if you will. Figured you would like a small piece to remember him by. I know it isn't much, but-"

George's words were cut off by Angelina crashing her lips into his. It took him a couple of seconds to register what was happening, bit once he did, he kissed her back with as much passion and heart as she was giving him.

He had the other ball as a Valentine's Day fireworks display, but he dropped the ball, letting it roll away. The kiss he and Angelina were sharing produced enough fireworks in his head to fill up the Quidditch pitch.