"Do you think you can get him up to his room by yourself?" Molly had questioned and Blair had thought nothing of it at the time.

"I'll be fine."

She now realised that this was a stupid idea. George was a head taller than her and wasn't conscious enough to keep a majority of his weight on his own two legs. His head sagged forward and Blair worried that the blood would rush to his face and make the wound leak once more. Bandages had been wrapped around his head after the wound was cleaned, but the effects were still long lasting. He could barely stay awake for more than a minute and it didn't help that Molly had given him a potion to numb the intense pain that came with losing your entire ear.

"Mmmhmm," he hummed, Blair forcing him to take the next step up the stairs. "Bmhmm... Balloons... ssmhmm."

He was also completely delusional. Not only was it hard to get him up the stairs as he sagged over Blair's shoulders, he was babbling nonsense into her ear. Why she hadn't asked Fred to help her was beyond her at this point. She thought he was pretty shaken from seeing his twin covered in blood with a gaping hole in the side of his head. Blair had seen him sitting at the dining room while the Order bustled around him, looking deeply into his cup of tea that Molly had forced into his hands. It would be better to leave him for the night and take care of George herself.

Eventually getting the door to the twins' childhood bedroom open, Blair lowered him slowly on to the bed that had been neatly made by her that same morning. He let out a soft groan and she worked on getting his long legs up on to the mattress instead of hanging over the edge. The room was only lit by the moon that had finally broken through the dense clouds outside, making Blair flick her wand to light the candle that sat on the nightstand closest to her.

"Rimmhmm," he mumbled again, his eyelids loosely over his eyes.

"Just rest, Georgie," she soothed and pulled off his shoes. "You don't need to stay awake anymore."

"I want to..." he shook his head against the pillow, kicking at the duvet that Blair tried to pull over his legs. She resisted sighing and scolding him for acting like a child. His behaviour was something that wasn't to be mentioned while he had to live the rest of his life without hearing from one side of him.

"I want... to..." he said again and rolled over, grabbing for the nightstand with his eyes still shut. Blair reached out in fear of him knocking over the lit candle and wrapped her fingers around his hand, pulling it back to open the drawer he was grabbing for.

"What do you want in here?"

George's head lulled to the side and his bloodshot eyes appeared through his lashes. Blair waited patiently for him to gather his words and saw how his brown eyes flickered from her face to the drawer that sat open. He pulled his hand gently out of her grip and reached into the drawer, enclosing his hand around what he wanted and letting his arm fall back against the duvet. Blair shut the drawer and tried to see through George's fingers in curiosity.

"I want to... ask you... somethin'," he let out in a mumble but Blair caught it.

"Can it wait? You really should sleep," she tried and he shook his head again, a spot of redness seeping through his bandage. Breathing loudly through her nose, Blair hoped that George would say what he needed to soon. She was tired, exhausted and would be sleeping in Ginny's room for the night. Giving him the entire bed instead of them sharing was a wise decision and she was sure that George would both appreciate it and pout about it in the morning.

"I've wanted to ask you..." he slurred and brought the box into both of hands, fiddling with it with his eyes sliding shut and reopening slowly. "... to marry me... for a while, but... the time never really... came."

She definitely wasn't expecting that. At first, she thought she had misheard his mumbling and incoherence. But then she saw him open what she realised was a velvet box and pull out a thin, silver band with a glittering diamond on top. He held the ring in between his still dirty fingers and blinked down at it, before looking to her with what she took as solemn yet sad eyes.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do it sooner... but I don't think I can... keep quiet about it any longer..."

Trying to elevate himself to hand the ring over, Blair took it from his fingers before he could push himself too hard. Despite her sheer amazement and surprise, she took the ring delicately into her hand and stared at it with wide eyes. George watched her through his hazy and tired state, feeling deflated at his poor timing. He didn't even get to drop on to one knee like he had always wanted. He had wanted a perfect setting with only the two of them before he'd drop down and surprise her with the little purple box. It was shameful to hand her the ring while his head is wrapped in a heavy bandage and a high pitch ringing was all he could hear in one ear.

"George... are you sure about this?" Blair questioned after a while, turning to him with her jaw hanging open. "I mean, we're still so young and I thought you'd want... a few more years of freedom from this sort of thing."

No matter what Blair said, she was absolutely ecstatic at the nontraditional proposal. She knew she loved George and she knew, well she hoped, that they'd be spending the rest of their lives together. After all, he had been the one to pull her out of her crabby and antisocial behaviour and bring her into a world of warmth and love. If she hadn't met him and the rest of the Weasleys, she would have spent another year at the orphanage that would relocate to Leeds and maybe stay in an apartment in the Muggle world once she was old enough. Whatever her situation would have been if George hadn't been so annoying and persistent, Blair would have been very lonely throughout her school years and most likely into her adult life. She owed it to him, and she loved him with all her heart.

But the timing wasn't the most ideal. He might not even be wanting to proposal at this moment. Maybe the dopey side effects of the pain relieving potion Molly gave him was sending his mind into all sorts of delusions. He might not even know that he had just handed her the ring he had been saving for a romantic date. She'd hate to ruin it for him no matter how much she wanted this.

"George, I want this as much as you do. But you're exhausted and I don't want you to go making big decisions while you're like this-"

"I'm not a child, Blair," he snapped, his voice suddenly awake and very aware of what he was hearing through his singular functioning ear. "I know what I'm doing."

"N-No that's not what I meant," she shook her head vividly. She hadn't meant to coo at him like he was some sick patient who wasn't aware of what dimension he was currently in. Blair sighed and clutched the ring in her palm, not believing the mess of a night it's been. She certainly needed to rest also and didn't want to put her and George in a bad relationship position after it all.

"We'll talk tomorrow about it, okay? We're both exhausted," she risked glancing at his expression and saw that he had a tight frown on his lips. The bandage on his ear made him look lop-sided and his eyes were pinned to her with a sheen over them that was difficult to comprehend.

"Fine."

George turned over and laid on his side, clenching his teeth when his bandage came in contact with the pillow directly. Deep down, he hoped it was the potion that was making him so aggravated. Maybe she was right. He was just tired and would feel better in the morning. He hated that he gave her the ring at such a poor time and was mostly annoyed with himself. But he couldn't dwell on it for long as his eyes finally closed and he fell into a deep sleep.

Blair sat on the edge of George's bed after he had gone quiet. The ring was light in her hand but was heavy with her thinking. As if she hadn't had enough decisions presented to her tonight, George had to go and dump this one on her. She was sure that he'd sleep off his irritation with her and wake up tomorrow looking for reassurance that they were still okay. But now she had this perception to live with. Married life was a big step to take and slip into. They had only left high school two years ago and settling down as a married couple was certainly a step and a half.

"Blair? Are you alright?" the soft voice of Molly Weasley filled the room and Blair looked up from the ring. The Weasley's head had slipped through the door and was looking at her through the warm glow of the tiny flame. The candle light flickered and Blair realised how long she must have been sitting there in silence. The wax had begun to melt to the bottom and the brand new candle was now at least halfway down to its hilt.

"Yeah. He fell asleep a while ago," she answered back in a whisper. Molly smiled tightly and slipped into the room, shutting the door gently behind her. She lowered herself down on to Fred's bed so that she was opposite Blair and her sleeping son. For once, he wasn't snoring and was peacefully quiet while facing the other wall. Blair tried not to appear hurt by this, but Molly knew better.

"What's wrong, dear?" she questioned, eyeing the girl with her hands clasped together.

"He..." she started, fiddling with the ring before holding it up for Molly to see. "He asked me to marry him."

"Oh... oh my..."

"You knew he would."

"Yes. I knew he was thinking about it. It is in fact my ring."

Jumping back to the day Albus Dumbledore was pronounced dead, Molly was in tears after George stated he was going to ask Blair to marry him. They stood in The Burrow kitchen with Molly's handkerchief stuck to her weeping eyes. George was glancing towards the living room to ensure that Blair wasn't planning to wander in and see his mother crying. She was bound to ask questions and he wasn't the best at excuses.

"This is brilliant, Georgie! Two of my boys getting married! How wonderful!" she dabbed at her eyes. "When are you thinking of asking?"

"I'm not sure yet. I've only just started... thinking about it, actually," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I haven't even bought a ring or anything. I've only been looking in some shops but..."

"A ring?" she repeated as she pulled her handkerchief away from her nose, revealing its redness. "I have been waiting for one of you boys to ask!"

She stared down at her hands before pulling off the diamond ring that sat on her ring finger. It needed to be twisted down her knuckle and slipped over her fingernail, leaving an indent near the bottom of the curve of her digits. George watched as she then held the dainty jewellery out with her eyes still leaking down her cheeks.

"W-Wait, you're giving me your wedding ring?!" he cried, staring at her with wide eyes.

"I had planned to give it to the first one of you that said you were proposing, but Bill had already proposed with his own when he told me," Molly gave a small shrug with slight disappointment, before giving him a watery smile. "But I'm relieved that you have found someone like Blair. I want you to propose to her with this."

"But... won't you miss it? What'll Dad say when he sees it gone?" George took the ring from his mother's hand and analysed the diamond that glittered in its clutches. It was very beautiful and he remembered seeing it on his mother's finger throughout his childhood. His father wore a similar one but without the diamond.

"I have wanted to give it to you boys for years now, or even Ginny if she were to be the only to marry. Don't worry, I'd love to see Blair wear it. It'll mean more to me knowing that you've found someone like her to spend the rest of your life with."

"Thank you, Mum."