The next morning had a tense air about it. Not only did George wake up alone, dazed and confused at only hearing noise in one ear, but Blair felt empty and short of breath when she woke up. Hermione had left the room and was downstairs for breakfast, but Ginny was still in the room when she sluggishly sat up from the mattress on the floor. The ginger turned from looking in the mirror and eyed Blair strangely, noticing the cringe on Blair's face.

"You okay? You look awful," she mentioned and Blair sighed, unable to comprehend the odd feeling in her stomach.

"I feel awful. It must have been from yesterday after all of the drama..." Blair stood from the floor and looked through her trunk for a change clothes. It wasn't entirely untrue. Yesterday had been a lot, but the oddness inside of her was brewing from the late night confessions that had occurred before bed.

"What really happened yesterday?" Ginny asked, now forgetting about her hair that she had been trying to tie into a ponytail. "I heard Dad had to come and find you and Charlie in the middle of the field. And then there was Georgie turning up like that. I saw you take him upstairs all by yourself."

This made Blair begin to list the things that sat in her mind like a pile of quivering howlers. First, there was the life of her mother and father that she had never known about. She was intrigued by the news of her father being gifted at potions. The mentioning of the project he was working on before he died was placed strategically by the Death Eater she had spoken to. It was bound to be a ploy by You Know Who to make Blair join him and find what had been so great about her father's concoctions. But if her father had something that would have changed the course of the first wizarding war, then of course she was interested in it. It might put their side at an advantage. If she was able to find it, then there was no risk of You Know Who finding it first and using it himself.

Then there was the thought of her conversation with George. She had put the ring under her pillow and was itching to pull it out and admire its beauty. But with Ginny watching, Blair chose to hold off on that action for a little longer. He had unofficially proposed to her while he was high on the potion for his wound and was half asleep during his confession. It wouldn't be right to whip it out and start showing it to his chatty sister.

Along with that was the conversation between her and Molly after he had tired himself out entirely. Mrs Weasley told her of the time George had first said he'd be proposing to Blair. This led to Blair informed the Weasley about the slight hostility he had towards her when she mentioned it being too sudden to get married, and Molly rolled her eyes.

"Dear, you've been listening to me too much," she joked. "You both love each other, yes?"

"Yes."

"And you want to marry him at some point, correct?"

"Yes, but-"

"But nothing," Molly cut her off. "I know that I said that Bill was rushing into things with Phlem- I mean Fleur, but you two are much different. I've always known you two would be together for longer than just a small fling. You remind me so much of myself and Arthur when we were younger."

"We do?"

"Most definitely," she smiled widely, the candle light growing dimmer and causing her shadows to become darker and deeper. "Only I wasn't so... gothic? Is that the word I heard Fred use the other day? Anyway, from what I remember from George's letters, you did exactly as we did. Sneaking into each other's dorms and running the halls together after curfew. Oh how wonderful those days were!"

Blair smiled at the blissful look on the woman's face. The candle light showed little but enough to know that she was reminiscing in her memories at Hogwarts. George continued to snooze and Blair could feel her own exhaustion sink into her limbs and eyelids. It had to be past midnight at this point and Ginny was probably asleep in her bed, making it awkward for Blair to try and sneak in to get to her own temporary sleeping arrangement.

"And I was overjoyed to have Arthur propose. We were nineteen and I was pregnant with Bill, as you know. We didn't even think about it at the time. It just happened. And considering everything that's currently happening in the world, I think you two shouldn't think about it either. You should make the most of the time you have. I hate to say this, but do it before it's too late."

Molly had certainly changed Blair's perspective. With how unstable everything has been lately, it seemed logical to tie the knot while they still could. Even Molly admitted that it wasn't the time to dawdle and wait for another opportunity to basically smack her in the face. George obviously wasn't going to reject her, so why not jump right in? What did they have to lose?

"Blair? You malfunctioning or something?"

Ginny had been staring at her for about three minutes after asking her questions about yesterday's events. Blair eventually shook her head and smiled nervously up at her, standing to her feet with her change of clothes.

"S-Sorry. I was just thinking... Charlie and I ran into a bunch of Death Eaters on the way here. Your Dad saw us fall into the field and came out to see if we were okay. It was only Charlie who was a little shaken," she explained, not bothering to leave the room to change. "As for George, he was in a different world. I had to get him to sleep after a bit of mindless jibberish."

The Weasley hummed, not entirely convinced but decided to leave it at that for the time being. The two made themselves presentable before heading downstairs where pots and pans were heard clanging together from the kitchen. They were greeted with the sight of Molly bustling around the table while the Weasley children, Fleur, Hermione and Harry sat eating a hefty breakfast. While Ginny smiled at Harry who looked over his shoulder at their entrance, Blair's eyes were drawn to George who sat with his back to her.

He happened to look over his shoulder and meet her eyes, making him pause his chewing and swallow loudly. The bandage looked worn and was beginning to yellow from everyday dirt. It reminded Blair to help him change it sometime today. The two noticed how sad the other seemed and George made sure his gaze could be seen settling on the chair he had left for her next to him. Her plate had also been filled with all the things she loved; waffles with blueberries, strawberries and melon doused in a white chocolate sauce. She knew that he had been responsible for her plate and she couldn't help the smile that took over her face as she slid into the chair.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly, the other conversations at the dining table allowing only Blair to hear.

"Yeah. Are you okay? How's your ear?"

"It doesn't hurt as much anymore," George answered, switching his stare to and from his plate to Blair. But his attention was centred purely on the witch; feeling guilty and in need to address the issue. "I'm sorry for last night. I don't know what I was thinking. You were right. I was tired and delusional-"

"George. I understand. Your ear had just been ripped off."

"I know but... I really messed up with the proposal," he bit his lip; his hooded eyes looking extra slanting and sodden. "I gave you the ring and everything! It was so unromantic and I barely knew where I was!"

"Can you two not have this breakdown at the breakfast table?"

Blair and George turned to see that everyone had stopped eating and were staring at them with mostly unimpressed looks. Ron had been the one to speak and was currently being glared at by Molly. But it was evident that the rest of the table was uncomfortable hearing the supposedly private conversation between the two. With what they thought was a private exchange had gotten louder and had caught the attention of the rest of the table, their breakfasts forgotten and the mood dampened largely from the seriousness. Turning a deep red and looking down at their plates, Blair and George stayed quiet throughout the rest of the morning meal.

Molly had dismissed them from doing any of the washing up to take a walk and discuss their issues like adults. The other Weasley children had grumbled about this but were shushed sternly by their mother, leaving the two to leave the house and walk around the perimetre of the barrier. The clouds that had solidified the previous day had disappeared completely and left a clear, blue sky with a bright ball of sunshine. It was the perfect day for a walk and the perfect day to sort out a 'failed' marriage proposal.

"I brought it with me if you want to... try again?" it sounded like a question and the dainty ring sat in the middle of Blair's hand. George looked down at it and felt the edge of his lips hitch up into a half smile, taking it between his forefinger and thumb. The diamond caught the sunlight and blinded him for a moment, before he turned it to have its glittering reflection shine on the flowing grass that surrounded their legs.

"Ishould have brought the box too," he added, glancing back at Blair with hischeeks turning a light pink.

At the small glance he did, he noticed how beautiful Blair looked in the sunlight. Her dark hair turned shades of maroon and her eyes scrunched up; her irises being brown if George were to see them clearly. The long grass around them towered over her and the black clothing covering her small figure stood out like a sore thumb against its yellow storks. The only thing that was missing was the ring that was in his hand, instead of on her finger.

"Should I try again?" he questioned, embarrassed and feeling pathetic.

"No," she shook her head. "I would just... like to have the ring on."

"Really?"

Blair nodded and smiled brightly up at George. Her smile topped off the scenary and George felt his heart flutter. He beamed as bright as the sun and reached down to take her hand gently into his. He smoothed his fingers over her knuckles before holding out the digit that sat in between her middle and pinkie finger. The two watched as George slipped on the thin band of the ring and made the diamond face the sky once it reached her knuckle.

"It looks nice," he commented and Blair giggled, making him look back at her face. "What made you change your mind?"

"I don't know, really," she shrugged and looked up to George also, love evident in her eyes. "Just a bit of personal realisation with a little help from your mother."

George chuckled at the mention of his mother encouraging Blair to accept his proposal with a more open mind. He kept hold of Blair's hand and eyed the stone that reflected into his eyes whenever it caught the light. It would have been an odd sight for an outsider to see the two of them standing in the middle of a field with a thick, yellowing bandage around his head and with an engagement ring newly placed on Blair's finger. But the scene, even though unplanned and not what he had wanted initially for the proposal, was perfect. He had all that he wanted.

"You really want this? A hundred percent?"

"I do. A hundred percent."

"So you'll do it? You'll marry me?" he made sure.

"Yes, George. I'll marry you."