It's been nearly three months since I first moved to the Burrow and everyone here has pretty much accepted me as family. Once I heard Molly call me her daughter to another witch. In a way, she's been like my mum. Nice, caring, warm, all she has to do is grow a little and she'd be exactly like her. Kingsley has popped in a couple times asking me questions on my life at the Lestrange's. Normally I wouldn't say anything to anyone, but I trusted him. Now, both Rabastan and Rodolphus have a bounty of one thousand galleons per brother; making them the most wanted people in the wizarding world.

I haven't heard from them in three and a half months. Last thing that happened was Rabastan cutting RL into my skin. Which is gone now, but left nasty scarring. Good thing my skin is pale white or else the Weasly's would've noticed.

The war that took place at Ginny's school is still under construction and unfortunately she has to go back soon; October 1. One month later than the original date. George's flat is still being built too, so he's still here. I noticed that we're spending a lot of time just laughing and having fun. Last week we had to de-gnome the garden but accidentally threw one of them in the lake. The poor thing nearly drowned. After we got it out of the water the little guy bit George on the finger so hard he nearly had another missing appendage.

Today we can all relax; and relaxing at the Burrow means: everyone go crazy and swim in the lake while I stay indoors and finish my parents portrait.

A knock at the door stops my spazing "Hey Miracle, it's Hermione. Come down to Gin's room." her footsteps race off. Oh crap is I terrified, but as I experienced once before the longer you keep her waiting the scarier she gets. I get out of bed and hurry to the two terrors. As soon as I stepped in the room judging by the look on their faces they wanted answers. I turned to run but Ginny charmed the door shut.

Double-crap

"So Miracle" Ginny started "We wanted to know... do you like George?"

"Uh.... what?" I asked taken aback.

She scoffed "Do. You. Like. George?"

"No."

They looked at each other and had one of their silent conversations. I wonder if I could jump out the window. After all this is the first floor. It won't hurt as bad. I walk casually towards the window and see what I'd land on: rusty cauldrons, a rose bush and.... George. Who was out back pulling out the cauldrons and weeds from the bushes... shirtless! He looked... good, very.... muscular and tanned.

"Hey I'm gonna go outside. I'll see you guys later." I half-bolted out. Slamming my forehead against the door that was stillcharmed.

"Oh! Miracle are you okay?" Hermione laughed.

Ginny went to the window "Geez Miracle what's outside that you're so eager t—"

Triple-crap

"So you do like him!" she squealed, "Well what are you waiting for? Get out there!" One of them un-charmed the door but Hermione, the tall but eager one pushed me out the door.

"Okay. Now go out there and strut your stuff!" one of them urged.

Strut my what? Before I could say anything I was already around the corner by where he worked and what I think was him... singing.

"I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy.

I'll be your hope I'll be your love be everything that you need.

I'll love you more with every breath truly madly deeply do...

"I wanna stand with you on a mountain.

I wanna bathe with you in the sea,
I wanna lay like this forever.

Until the sky falls down on—Miracle!!"

He scurried to his feet "How-How long were you standing there?"

I laughed "Not long. You want the sky to fall on me? How rude!"

"No, No, No you see that's the lyrics but you sort of... scared me. I wasn't implying that the sky should fall on you."

"You're a good singer."

His ears turned a very dark red "Well obviously you haven't heard good singing before..."

"Okay I may not have heard music with someone singing before but that sounded pretty good." A gnome popped out from its hole.

"There's the little devil that nearly bit my finger off!" he shouted; the gnome ran off. "Yeah, you better run!"

"Mean much?"

He looked offended "I'm not mean, but if that gnome ever comes around again I'll be very nice and politely drop him off the roof...."

I don't know why talking to him was so much fun. Everything we talked about somehow made me laugh. Usually anyone, not counting Ginny, else would ask about the Lestrange's, werewolves, or muggles but he talks about the different joke products he secretly tests out on Ron and Harry. His new and improved U-Know-Poo's where probably the cause of their unusually long time in the bathroom.

Out of the blue "Can I show you something?" came from his mouth.

"What about the cauldrons and the plants?" Just then the weeds turned to ash and the cauldrons were stacked in fives.

He smiled innocently "Can I show you the thing now?"

"Sure... why not?" He laughed and threw his t-shirt on and we walked me out past the lake and into a secluded clearing. It was impossible for this place not to take your breath away. You could tell George cleaned the place up because there is no way this place could have stood a chance against animals (and gnomes) digging the place up, but there was a huge bed-looking thing made of marble.

"George? What is that?" I asked. Knowing him I was afraid of the answer.

He looked away sadly "Its our tribute to the fallen…" Did all wizards talk in crypt language? I walked towards the 'tribute' and was more confused than ever before.

Collin Creevey, Cedric Diggory, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black, Alastor Moody, James Potter, Lily Evans, Bertha Jorkins, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and about a hundred other unknown names were set in marble. One in particular caught my eye: Fred Weasly… "Most of these people were our best friends or family…" George said sadly. I read more of the names.

"What were your parent's names?" he asked, again out of the blue.

"…My mother's name was… Co-Colette… and my dad's name was…" What was his name? He died such a long time ago and never recalled my mom ever saying what his name was… Then I remembered an old flashback: "Mason… Mason and Colette… Roux."

George looked questioned "Aren't those French names?"

I blushed "Yeah…."

"You're French?"

"Sorta..."

"How do you have a British accent when you're French?"

You know, I never really thought about that... "Maybe it's because I've spent pretty much my whole life around British people--well wizards technically and in Britain I guess it sort of stuck...."

"Well do you remember your name?"

I shook my head "I do. It's stupid."

"Aw come one. Please?"

I mumbled "Halley...."

"Halley? Like the comet?"

"Yeah..."

He pulled out his wand and waved it above the table suddenly 'Mason Roux' and 'Colette Roux' was carved in perfect print. Something inside me felt like I swallowed a huge rock. I guess George took a notice to that and held my hand for support. Before I couldn't stop the tears from falling or the sob that was building in my throat but when he held my hand, everything seemed at ease. Like I could just stay there for hours and hours without having to go to the bathroom or sit down. I guess in a way he was my rock. He kept me company and so much more. Again I could not resist the beautiful robin's egg blue that was his eyes. Nothing had to be said, everything was in his eyes. Happiness, reassuring, supportive, and only a trace of confusion was visible.

Some how we were almost touching nose to nose and I could count every individual freckle on his face, but I wasn't interested in that. He was so close to me, and I could just barely smell his breath: spearmint and a hint of what smelled like coffee... my new favorite scent. Then, he kissed me. A blissful kiss, and probably the closest thing to heaven possibly. It was so wonderful I feared that we would both end up floating away.

Sadly we broke apart but when I looked at him he was still confused about something.

"I'msosorry." he rushed.

I had to giggle at his adorable apology "Don't worry... I liked it..." He turned a very, very dark shade of red. I laughed and kissed him again. This time longer and more blissful heaven-like than the last...

*****

At dinner George and I casually sat with the others, just pretending that nothing had happened in the clearing. Ginny will never let me sleep until I gave her answers tonight. Must remember to put a few 'alarms' up special for her before I go to bed. Must remember that. All of humanity depends on it. After dinner I volunteered to help clean up, but Molly wouldn't let me. Again. So I had some time to kill. I decide to have a talk with Arthur who was in that manky old shed with a bunch of 'Muggle' stuff.

"Well hello Miracle, what brings you here?" he asked in such a fatherly tone.

I shrug "Noting much, just hanging around. What are you up to?"

"I'm trying to figure out the use of this contraption--" he started banging a pencil sharpener on the corner of the table.

"Arthur."

"Yes?"

"...That's a pencil sharpener. Muggles use these things called pencils, it works just like a quill and when the tip breaks you just stick this in the end and you put it in that hole there, and it makes the tip sharp again. Really handy item..."

He looked dumbfounded "Well that certainly solves that mystery now doesn't it?" he puts the sharpener in a box and levitates it onto a shelf "So. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing. And you?"

"Same. Oh, before I forget the Ministry wants you to come in tomorrow. They want to extract a few memories from you as evidence of abuse and.... assault. Also you'll be having a doctors appointment with them. We can't trust anyone until all the Death Easters are either dead or in Azkaban. If the Prophet got hold of you--" he made a disgusted noise. "Merlin knows what Rita Skeeter would write..." The longer I talked with Arthur I noticed that he was a man of very little words. So in the end I went to my room.

Coming up those last horrifying steps and trying to see if I could sneak past her and run to my room. But no. She was waiting by her door. Arms crossed, one eyebrow cocked, and a look that could interrogate someone until they finally had some sort of sense and killed themselves. I'd volunteer to take her back to that school, hell I'll even pack her bags and run her there if I have to...

"Hey Ginny..." I greeted, she returned the greeting by pulling me into the room and locking the door. Ugh... here we go again...

"I can't believe you kissed him!" she yelled in hushed tone. How the heck did she know about that? I'm not stupid enough to tell her, I'm pretty sure George didn't say anything either... How did she find out?!

"What are you talking about?" I lied.

She scoffed "Oh come on Miracle. You two leave and don't come back for two hours and when you did you were practically GLOWING."

"You don't need to call me Miracle anymore. It's Halley." Will that distract her? I hope so...

"...Your name is Halley? That's so cool--Wait, stop trying to throw me off!"

Oh well. It was worth a shot. "Ginny--okay if I tell you the truth will you leave me alone?!"

She growled "Okay fine."

"I did."

She squealed "Oh my gosh! You kissed him?!"

"...twice..."

Her jaw dropped "Oh gosh! So was it like you kissed him or he kissed you?"

"...both...?"

She squealed again "Oh gosh!!! Okay don't leave, I have to get Hermione. Hopefully she isn't still sucking Ron's teeth out..." and then she was gone. When I heard her jump off the last two steps I bolted towards my room, locked the door, and put clothes under the door so it wouldn't open. Somehow I still didn't feel safe... Taking in the sweet solitude I rest myself on the inviting bed and pulled the covers were pulled above my eyes. Then a knock interrupted the silence.

"Halley it's me George." the knocker said. Before I remembered the risks I was already opening the door despite the being clothes in my way.

"Hi..." I gasped. A lock of hair fell in my face. I shoved it behind my ear.

He started laughing "Don't worry I'll protect you from Gin."

"Oh thank you thy great savior" I said sarcastically. "You wanna come in?"

"Sure..." he walked in so casually. I kept an ear out for Ginny and Hermione.

"How can so much curiosity be in that tiny little person?"

"You forgot power also." he added and sat on the floor. Back leaning against the bed.

"She's powerful?" I took the seat next to him.

"Obviously you haven't been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Boogey hexes..." From there we got into a really long conversation about so many things it was hard to keep track of them all. Then we started talking about... 'The Kiss...es'

"I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable in any sort of way Halley. I really do apologize." he said for the ten billionth time.

I sighed "Don't feel that way... I... I liked kissing you..."

He moved closer. "Well if you do feel that way around me, early apology."

"Early acceptance" I chuckled. He leaned in and kissed me again and the more times we kissed that same fluttery, heaven, wondrous feeling came back. I did like him. I don't know why I did, it was just there... We broke apart and then he started laughing.

"What?!" I shot.

"Ginny's gonna kill us..."

"...well I guess we'll have to make best of time before that happens..." I chuckled.

"Couldn't agree more..."

We kissed again...