WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved For Diana Potter

It'd been two years since the Battle at Hogwarts, and Diana still couldn't get over the death of Fred. Sure, she'd made something of herself. Defense of the Dark Arts professor, lovely home, visits to Harry and Ginny and all of them almost every weekend and every holiday. But while she wasn't in the classroom, she felt broken. She'd hidden herself behind a plastic smile and a fake laugh. But as she discovered, she wasn't the only one.
It was nearly time for school, and she decided on a whim to visit Diagon Alley to see if there was anything new she needed to add to her supply list for the students. Just something to do get her out of her house.
As she walked down the street, she noticed Weasleys Wizards Wheezes sitting there, the windows dark and dusty. She sighed. George hadn't opened the shop since Fred's death. Said that he couldn't bear it. But, as Diana watched the windows, she noticed a certain someone with one ear walking by the window. She smiled a sad smile, then walked across the street and into the shop, the small bell dinging.
"Excuse me?" She called. "I was wondering if you carried comforting from an old mate that I haven't seen in two years?" George smiled at her from where he stood by where the Puking Pastilles stood.
"Hey, Annie." He said softly. Diana noticed many things about him. He had wrinkles that showed how much he use to smile, his face had grown sullen, he had a five o' clock shadow, and his hair was brown rather than red. "Or should I say, Professor Potter." She chuckled a little, coming over to him.
"Annie's fine. I call Professor McGonagall, Minnie." George gave a short chuckle himself, both of them feeling awkward. "I see you dyed your hair." He nodded, rubbing his shaggy hair.
"Yeah. It just reminded me too much. You know, of him." She nodded.
"Yeah, its been tough." Then they stood there, silent for a moment, before speaking again. "So, have you heard about everyone else?" He nodded.
"Yeah, but to be honest, I never went out to see anyone. My parents and Percy came up a few times. Ron and Hermione come up quite a bit, as do Harry and Ginny.  Charlie and I pass letters between each other, and Bill stayed for a few days after a fight with Fleur. Even ole Malfoy came up a while back ago. Wanted to apologize." Then he switched from leaning on the wall to leaning on the counter behind her. "But I haven't seen you around, Annie. Why's that?" She shrugged.
"Just been busy. I've been focusing a lot on teaching, and Harry, and Ginny, and..." She shrugged again. "I've just been busy."
"Too busy for your best mate?" He teased, nudging her, making her laugh again.
"Never too busy for you, Georgie. Its just..."
"I still look too much like him, huh?" George asked, and she nodded. "I know. I can't even look in the mirror without wanting to cry." She nodded again, wiping tears from her eyes.

"I mean, I feel guilty when I think about him, and then I feel guilty when I realise I'm not." She told him, a lump forming in her throat. She wiped more tears from her eyes, and George pulled her in close, her beginning crying into his shoulder. He stroked her hair, tears of his own falling from his eyes and onto her head.
The two adults just stood there, crying for a few minutes. Until Diana finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, I just... I haven't been the same since he died. Fake smile, fake laugh." She told him. "This is the first time in a long time I've truly felt better."
"I know." He whispered, and she looked into his eyes. "I feel the same way. That's why I've been avoiding coming here, I broke up with Angelina, everything. I just chose to come here today on a whim." She nodded.
"I did too. I thought I came here to see if maybe I needed supplies, for my students, maybe a new plant for Neville's class, but maybe... Maybe it was because you were here." George nodded, moving closer.
"Yeah. Maybe..." Then their eyes closed.
And he kissed her.