Unforgettable

Big News, Big Day

Angelina

I watched George laughing and talking to Bill and Charlie. It had been a successful day of setting up everything for the wedding. I wrung my hands and bit my lip. I grabbed George's hand, and whispered for him to follow me. I led him to the apple orchard. I looked up at the smile on his face, and immediatly felt sick. How was I gonna tell him? How could I wipe that smile off his face? How would he react? 

George, seeing something in my face, grabbed my hands. "Ang, what's wrong??" 

I took a deep breath. I had to tell him now. I had to. I wouldn't be able to tell him otherwise. Tell him. 

"George.. How commited are you?" 

He looked surprised. He let go of my hands and cupped my face. He gave me little kisses, speaking through them "I... Love.. You..."  

I grabbed his elbows, and pulled away. "Geoge.." I felt tears coming, bracing myself for him to leave. 

"George. I'm pregnant." 

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George

I leaned against the kitchen wall, trying not to attract attention. Bill was talking to Charlie, Victorie and Teddy running around. I looked out the window, at Angelina. God. She was pregnant. I shook my head, and pushed the thought away. I had ducked inside the house when she got here, and mum created the perfect reason, she had called the family in to finish with cooking and helping Ron and Hermione prepare. That thought was amusing. Who'd thought, that Ron, Ron, who's horrible with nerves, would be the second to marry. I heard footsteps coming from the stairwell, and some instint made me go see who it was. Ginny. I felt the fear bubbling up in my chest. I had to talk to someone. Ginny was perfect. Our triplet, as Fred and I had joked so often. I stopped her, and pulled her after me, into the living room, which was empty of people. I felt my chest tighten, and everything spilled out.

Ginny

Hermione paced up and down my room, trying to calm down. Fleur finished sweeping my hair into a bun, and forced Hermione into a chair. I gave her a reassuring smile. "It'll be fine." 

She looked at me, slight doubt showing on her face. "We had a major fight just 3 months ago. What if it happens again?"

I patted her shoulder. "It probably will, doesn’t mean you won't get through it."

She seemed slightly more reassured. "Can you see if everything's set up right?" 

I gave Hermione a little hug, which earned me a tiny slap on the shoulder for getting in Fleur's way. I walked down the stairs, and was stopped by George. 

I frowned. "What's up?" 

He pulled me into the living room, which was empty of people. His face was morphed into a scared expression. "Angelina, she told me she was pregnant." 

"Pregnant?!" 

"Yes pregnant!" he started pacing the room, sounding anxious "We aren't even engaged! I don't know if i'm ready! Mum's gonna kill me!!" He sat down and put his face into his hands. "Fred would kill me." He whispered, so softly I barley heard it.

I remembered after the war, when George sunk into depression. He had dyed his hair a dark brown at one point, making mum mad, until he claimed he thought it was Fred every time he looked into a mirror. We found him one day with a potion vial by him, barley breathing. We rushed him to St. Mungos. Angelina, as it turns out, was working as a nurse. She nursed him back to health, and eventually they had gotten together. Everyone was so happy. She seemed to remind him that he had something to live for. I sat down and rubbed his back. He gave me a hug. I was pretty bad at the end of the war too. Out of everyone, Fred, George, and I were the closest. I knew Harry had beaten himself up, thinking it was his fault Fred died. It had taken an intervention from me, Hermione, and Ron to stop him from blaming himself. 

"Ginny.." he whispered softly. "What do I do?"