An Organized Mess

"He's asleep," Amelia said as she walked back into the twins' living room. George and Angelina were snuggled up on an armchair while Fred was sitting on the couch. She had met Angelina at the beginning of the week, after George explained everything, they met and hit it off in an instant.

"He only wants her to tuck him in. He just keeps crying if one of us tries it, even Fred." George explained to Angelina. She sat down next to Fred and grabbed the butterbeer from the coffee table.

"But Teddy still likes me during daytime." Fred grinned. "But you..."

"I know, I know." George tossed a pillow at his twin. "You don't need to rub it in."

Angelina and Amelia looked at each other and snickered. She turned to Fred. The ends of his hair were still damp from his time in the pool. Angelina had joined them to see Fred's progress and was a great help. "Want to try it, or are you too tired?" She asked.

"I think I can muster up some strength."

Amelia smiled as she stood up, she held out her hands. Fred took the right position before she pulled him up. It was getting easier by the day; he could stand alone for a few long minutes now. Amelia took a step back and held out her hands again, urging him to take a step. She saw Angelina lean forward; her eyes large as she looked at Fred. George too shifted in his seat so he could watch his twin. Fred's brows furrowed as he looked from Amelia to his feet. And slowly his foot moved, then the other. She heard George and Angelina gasp and saw a concentrated smile on Fred's face. Amelia stepped back once again when Fred was close. They did so until they reached the other end of the room, when she saw Fred's legs tremble, she quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, and he leaned into her. George was on his other side in an instant, if you had blinked you would have missed it. He held his brother tight, a large proud, beaming smile on his face. They helped Fred back to the couch.

"You did great, Freddie." George hugged his brother. Amelia went to grab some towels from the bathroom and placed a warming charm on them. She pulled Fred's joggers up and wrapped the towels around his legs. He sighed in relief as his muscles relaxed. She sat down next to Fred and George came over with a bottle of fire whiskey. "Time to celebrate. Fred just had his first steps."

"You're an ass." Fred tossed the pillow back from earlier. She accepted the drink from George as she chuckled and leaned back. Fred wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Angelina was eyeing them curiously.

"Are you sure you like Harry?" She asked. "You two seem great together."

"That's because we are great." Fred laughed. "It's not like I would say no to a hook-up or two."

"Oi!" Amelia pinched his side and he flinched. George and Angelina laughed as Fred rubbed his side.

"What?" Fred chuckled at her before turning back to Angelina. "A man and woman can be just friends. Look at Harry and Hermione. You and me."

"Didn't you go to the ball together?"

"As friends, so George would step up to the plate." Fred grinned. "I think we could show them." He changed the subject suddenly. "Once Ron and Harry are back, I think we can show them."

"It's your choice, Fred."

Fred looked at his brother and nodded. "Then we'll tell them. You will be there, won't you?" He turned to Amelia.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She smiled and squeezed his hand.

She was lying in her own bed. Like she did for the past week, ever since Angelina came back. They moved Teddy in Fred's room while Angelina slept with George. They tried to convince her to stay but said she had to go home someday. She put Teddy to bed at the twins and hung out for a bit before she headed home. Fred and George suggested taking Teddy home with her if she wanted, but she didn't feel comfortable with that. Harry trusted the boy to them, not her. And as Molly said, he was used to the routine at their flat. It's been over three weeks since Harry left, and she hasn't received another letter. The nights were short and restless. Like now, she was staring at her ceiling as she recalled the night at the club, or rather the morning after.