Purple and Orange

Autumn had turned to an early winter. George was staring out of Café windows at the gathering snow on the ground. It was ice cold outside, but inside it was stifling warm. He looked over at Enid who was overworking to get an order of twelve with a long line behind them. She had taken this job as part time for a bit of extra cash and turned into a hectic near full time job. He smiled slightly. She was cute when she was frustrated and getting slightly angry, but he wouldn't tell her. He was never good at telling girls how he felt, so he usually lost them to more headstrong guys.

There was a small ding of a bell and a rush of cold air as the door opened to the café. He looked over briefly and then cursed as he saw the spiky red hair.

"Aha, I found your hiding place," Fred said, waltzing over to his table.

"Yeah, I noticed," George said calmly.

"Why this dump?" Fred said rather loud.

"Good coffee," he replied. 'And amongst other things', he thought, risking a look at Enid who had finished with the order. She started walking over to a back table where a new customer sat.

Fred noticed the look and smiled his deviant smile, "Good coffee and good ass I daresay?"

"No I wouldn't say that, so don't try anything," George said, frowning.

Fred caught her attention before she could reach the people in the back. "Um, excuse me, my twin brother and I, would like another... whatever is he usually gets," he said reaching his arm around George who was shaking his head.

"Of course," Enid said, with a slight smile and made her to the back.

"Why the hell did you do that?" George said, once she was out of earshot.

"Do what?"

"Make an ass of me. She probably thinks that I'm a dickhead like you now," George hissed.

"Oh, so now I'm a dickhead?" Fred said, nearly yelling. People were beginning to look and he could tell that everyone could hear. "Well, your dickhead brother came to tell you that your slut of a sister is pregnant and that our fucked up family is having a party for her if you even give a damn. Personally, I could care less anymore, but mum's upset that you haven't talked to her in months. And now, your dickhead brother is leaving!"

George watched as Fred left the café, stomping out into the cold. He cursed to himself and put his head on the table and closed his eyes. Now of all times, he wished everything could just disappear how it does when your eyes shut.

"Well, that was entertaining," Enid said.

George looked up, his head still on thetable to see Enid, out of her work clothes sitting in front of him. He grimaced. "That would be Fred, one of my brothers."

"One of?"

"One of my five other brothers," George said and picked his head back up.

Enid nodded. "That must be nice, to have a lot of people like in your family." George looked at as if she were dancing in front of him naked. "Well, to me it would since I come from no family. I was raised in an orphanage."

"Oh, I'm sorry," George said, not sure what else to say.

She waved a hand at him, "Nah, it's not really a big deal. Just put a giant damper on my childhood needless to say." She smiled, but he could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Well, I should probably go to that damned family party, or my mother will hunt me down. If you want, you can come. I know they won't mind and it will probably be more bearable," George said. He didn't know what the hell he was doing. He had just asked Enid to go with him to his sister's party as if she would want to.

She smiled, "Yeah that would be cool."

He looked taken aback, but smiled. He must be crazy, taking a girl he liked over to his parent's house.

+

"Do you think he'll come?" Molly Weasley said, talking to Fred.

He was sitting on the couch with his feet propped on the end table in front of him. "No." His mother gave him a stern look. "What? You asked me and I'm telling what I think. I think that he couldn't give a rat's a-" Molly frowned, "Well he could care less."

His mother sighed as the rest of her children gathered in the living room, talking excitedly to Ginny and each other. Molly walked into the kitchen where Harry, Ron, Hermione and her boyfriend were seated at the table. The front door opened as George and Enid walked in. Molly looked over, expecting to see someone else walking through the door.

"George!"

"Hey, mum," he said casually. She ran over to him and gave him a giant hug, nearly strangling him. "Yeah it's nice to see you too."

When she let go, she stood back smiling. "You still haven't taken out that foul silver in your face and- are there more tattoos!?"

"Yeah, what you don't like them?" George said casually, looking over his arm.

His mother frowned and stepped closer grabbing his hair, "And if you don't watch out, your hair will be as long as Bill's." She shuddered just thinking about it.

"I'm not growing it to Bill's length, relax, this is as long as I want it," George sighed, remembering why he hated coming here.

"Who's this?" She asked looking over his shoulder.

He knew of all things, his mother would freak over this. Not of the way Enid looked, but the fact that he'd brought her with him. She dance saying how proud she was that he'd brought his girlfriend over before he could even explain that she wasn't his girlfriend but just a friend. It would cause mass confusion and a huge embarrassment.

"This," he said as quickly as possible, "is my friend Enid."

"Well it's nice to meet you, Enid," Molly said, hugging her. Enid smiled nicely, unsure what to say next.

George was surprised when that was the end of the subject and went back to cooking. He whispered in to Enid, "She's on crack, I swear."

"She seems nice," she whispered back, laughing slightly.

"Yeah right, I give it twenty or so minuets until she flips out on something," George said.

"What was that?" his mother asked from across the room.

"Nothing, mum," he said casually.

"George!"

He looked over to his only little sister running over to him and nearly knocking him over with a giant hug. "You came!"

"Should you be doing that in your condition?" he asked.

"Shut up," Ginny said, punching him slightly on the shoulder. "Who's this?"

"My friend, Enid," George said. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Don't even start."

"Nice to meet you Enid," Ginny said, smiling.

"Well I can't believe it, jackass showed up!" Fred yelled.

"Fred! Don't use that sort of language in my house, thank you," Molly called.

"Sorry mum. And it's the girl from the coffee place," he said, looking at George. "I'm Fred, partner in crime." He reached his hand out to her.

"Enid, coffee shop girl," she said.

It took several more minuets for everyone to realize that George had showed up and that Enid was just his friend. Soon, Enid was chatting with Ginny, Harry and Ron, who all played Quidditch as well and he himself was sitting on the couch with Fred. He didn't realize it, but he was watching Enid nearly the entire time, as if afraid that if he didn't she'd disappear.

"I know you like her," Fred said quietly, leaning in.

George turned his gaze, "And why would you think that?"

"Because you've been staring at her all night and in the coffee shop earlier, that's all you did. How long have you known her?"

"A month or so," George said.

"So do something," Fred said, pushing his twin a bit.

"I can't. I don't think she likes me like that," George said, staring at the ground.

"Bullshit. She came didn't she? I've asked someone to come to one of these stupid family get together things once. I told her I didn't think I could stand it, which is why I asked her."

"What happened?" George inquired.

"She made up an excuse as to where she had to be," Fred said with a laugh. "What are you going to do with her after?"

"I don't know, I was just going let her go home," George said.

"You're never getting any," Fred said, getting up from the couch.

George looked down and ran his hands through his hair. He didn't care anymore. He could feel that pang of infatuation run through him, his stomach tightened and his annoyed him. When he looked up, he caught her looking at him with a worried look on her face. She smiled, her eyes showed how she felt. She was just as vulnerable as he was, just as confused and lost. Maybe they were perfect, maybe they were supposed to be together.

'Or maybe this is life fucking with me again'.