Life after the War

New Hair Color

It's been two weeks after the battle at Hogwarts. I have attended every funeral that was held for those who died. It's been pretty rough. On the bright side, they rebuilt Hogwarts. School will be starting again in a few months. I know Ginny is going to go back to school. Hermione already told me she was too. Said she wanted to go back and do her seventh year.

George is doing okay. It's been especially rough on him, losing his twin like that. I think the shock of it has waned off. At least he's opened the joke shop again. I'm helping him out with it, considering I didn't quit and I'm still a worker there. It feels weird without Fred there...

I've gotten somewhat over the loss of him. My heart still hurts every now and then when i think of him, but other then that I'm fine.

As for me and George...well, lets just say we are somewhat dating. I mean, we kiss and hold hands and stuff but he hasn't asked me out yet.

I think I would say yes if he asked me out.

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George played with my hair as I read Hogwarts: A history Hermione had given me a while ago. We sat on the sofa in front of the roaring fireplace in the Weasleys living room. The Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione had all gone up to bed. I looked up at the clock. 10:37 pm.

"I'll be back." George said quickly as he rushed out of the room. I heard him stomping up the stairs and a slam of a door. Well that was odd... Maybe he had to go to the bathroom.

But after fifteen minutes of George being gone, I had started getting worried. Maybe he had gotten sick or something.

I placed my book down on the little table beside the sofa and started towards the stairs. I walked as quietly as I could up the stairs. I could hear light snores coming from Ron and Harry's room. I then proceeded to the bathroom on the second floor.

I paused at the door as I heard some noise coming from the other side of the door. It sounded like...crying? I rapped my knuckles lightly on the wood before turning the handle and walking inside.

George sat on the floor, his back against the bathtub, crying. I backed up in surprise when I saw that his hair was no longer the firery red head of hair, but it was black as a raven.

"George? What the hell happened to you?" I asked as I closed the bathroom door. I then sat beside him, my back against the tub.

George sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "I-I kept thinking it was him in the mirror..." H whispered.

I bit down on my lower lip. Of course. Of course he would think that it was Fred in the mirror staring back at him. It pained me to know that George was so upset over Fred's death that he changed his hair color just so he wouldn't have to see his dead brother.

I put my left arm over my best friend, pulling him close to me. "I am so sorry George." I whispered as I stroked his black hair. "I had no idea that you felt like this when you looked at yourself in the mirror."

George shook his head slightly and pulled away from me.

"Don't be, love." He gave me a weak grin.

I blushed. I always seemed to do that when he or Fred would call 'love'. I don't know why I do it. It's not like we're dating or anything.

"You're cute when you blush. You should do it more often." George whispered, leaning towards me.

"Well maybe I will." I whisper back as I close the gap between us.

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"What in heaven's name?!"

I opened my eyes to see Molly hovering over me and George. I guess we had fallen asleep against the bathtub. We had stayed up until midnight just talking and telling jokes and goofing off. It was nice to feel happy again. George had also asked me out last night. And I said yes.

George pulled me up to my feet. "Sorry, mum." He ran a hand through his hair. We had changed it back to red last night.

Last night was probably the most fun I had in a while.

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