"It's anything but sudden, Roxy." George said with a tired smile.
He drew in a deep breath and rubbed his forehead. "When Fred and Angie were doing their thing, Ali and I had our own thing going. We had it going for years, since sixth year just about. It kind of fell apart during the war. We're the biggest bunch of blood-traitors to ever live, Rox; Voldemort and his friends wanted us all dead, especially once they found out Ronnie was off somewhere with Harry and Hermione working to take them down. My parents, all of us, we all had to go into hiding."
Those were dark times, and George usually tried not to think about it. "I couldn't put her life in danger for being associated with me or my family. I never wanted to end it, but if I didn't, she would have been a target to get to us. Except things just got worse with the war, then it hit the castle, and--a lot of good people died. Too many. None of them should have. That's as far as I know. The last thing I remember from back home is the end of the war. I don't know what happened between me and Ali after that point except that we never got back together. That's... all I need to know about it."
But it was Roxanne's second question that made George feel at a loss for words. To say 'no' felt like a betrayal of everything he felt now, and he couldn't bring himself to do that. "What you know as normal back home is how it is. If I'm married to your mother when you're from, then I'm married to your mother. Even if I don't love her now, I can guarantee you I'm not the kind of bloke who would cheat on his girl. I'm going to assume that doesn't change."