Author's Note: Well, this is the last chapter and it's pretty short, but hopefully it's not disappointing :D

Disclaimer: Riley is mine, the rest pretty much belongs to J.K. Rowling...

"Okay Riley, you're just going to go in there, both guns blazing, and take back what, technically according to law, is yours," George coached, rubbing her shoulders.

Riley shook her head. "I don't want what's mine," she said in a defeated voice.

"Yes, you do, and I will be behind you all the way," George tried to make her feel better.

"George," Riley barely whispered. "Thanks."

George gave her shoulders a little squeeze. "Ready?"

"No."

"Good! Let's go!"

Riley and George stormed into the shop, ready for a battle. Fred and Angelina broke apart at the sound of George's subtle cough. "Oh, Merlin," Fred muttered, holding his head. Angelina smirked at Riley.

"Hello, Fred," Riley nodded toward him. "Hello bee-yotch," she continued, looking at Angelina evenly.

Angelina was quick, and before Riley knew it, she had been slapped. Riley's jaw hung slack from the impact.

"Cat fight!" yelled Seamus Finnegan, who had just entered the shop with Dean Thomas.

"I don't feel so good," Fred was saying to himself while he began to turn green. George looked at his brother oddly, slightly calculating Fred's symptoms.

Riley straightened herself. "Well," she began, still rubbing her cheek. "That was uncalled for." Angelina cackled. "Of, course," Riley went on, "so is this." She balled her fist and hit Angelina square in the face. A disgusting, yet satisfying, crack was a good sign that something of Angelina's was broken.

"Woo!" came cheers from Seamus and Dean, now collecting bets from other customers.

"Shit," Fred muttered before vomiting all over Angelina's red painted toenails.

"Ahhhh," Angelina yelled through a congested, broken nose.

"Get out," snarled Riley.

"You bitch," Angelina screamed, running out the door like a puppy that had been kicked.

"That felt good," Riley grinned.

A splash from the corner caught her attention. Fred was still losing fluids when Riley turned her anger on him. "You!" she bellowed in a very Mrs. Weasley-ish way. "What on earth were you thinking you no good, dirty, spineless bast--"

"Riley stop!" yelled George, stepping between her and Fred. "It was a love potion. Angelina must have slipped it to him somehow."

Riley took a deep breath. "Oh. Well, in that case…you poor dear," she rushed over to a continuously barfing Fred, rubbing his back. "I'm so sorry I ever accused you. Why are you still puking? George, why is he still puking? I never should have thought you would do something like that! Seriously, though, this is gross…oh, I'm so sorry! I'd hug you…but you, er, smell…"

*

"Holy shit, you sure were served a lot," George said in amazement.

It was the next morning and Fred had stayed sick throughout the night. He was in the bathroom, with George and Riley keeping him company.

"What exactly was he given?" Riley asked.

George shrugged his shoulders. "By the looks of it, a large dose of one of the cheapest love potions we sell. You add it to whatever drink you want, whisper your name, and off you go," he explained. "They're not meant to last for long and the side-effects aren't very fun, but usually victims only barf for a few hours."

As the day dragged on, Fred became slightly less ill. He had stopped puking, but his skin was still tinted green. He was sleeping on the couch peacefully, Riley watching over him from the kitchen. George joined her at the table. "Uh-oh," he smiled. "I know that look."

Riley glanced over at George. "What look?" she asked.

"That look. The adoring, hopeful, yet reserved look that people give only to the one person they are completely smitten with," George explained.

"Thank you Dr. Love," Riley replied sarcastically.

"It's not a bad thing," George whispered, getting up and leaving the flat and Riley with her thoughts.

She looked back to Fred. George was right. Even in his current hue of green, Riley was completely smitten with Fred. And not even Riley could deny it anymore.

*

By the end of the week Fred had returned to his usual state of health. Riley and he were walking in the park near Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, awkwardly silent, but still comfortable around each other. Riley was wringing her hands, contemplating what to say and when to say it.

"Fred," she said, stopping abruptly. "I've, well, I've come to the conclusion that you must have slipped me a very strong love potion."

Fred laughed, "What are you talking about?"

Riley couldn't meet his eyes. "I'm saying…that I might very possibly love you," she paused, not wanting to look up at Fred's searching, and what she imagined were confused, eyes.

Fred's fingers slowly shifted her face up to his. "In that case, I think you might have slipped me something too," he whispered.

Riley finally met his gaze. He was grinning from ear to ear in that sly, sweet way. Riley's smile grew with his.

"So what now?" Fred asked.

"Now?" Riley thought for a bit. "Well, why don't you decide."

Fred looked at her, confusion written across his face, "Why me?"

"Because," she said, holding up her scarred hand with a smile. "'I am now Fred Weasley's'."

Author's Note: Well, that's that :D Thanks for all the reviews guys :] I hope you enjoyed it!