Coming from Angelina, a comparison to Fred was a good thing. They had fought, but for the most part they had been close. It took a while for them to reach an understanding, but for the past year or so Angelina held nothing but affection for Fred. In his death Angelina had only felt affectionate and grief, nothing cruel or spiteful.
With an embarrassed smile, Angelina wiped her tears yet again. Why couldn't she just stop crying? Ang had experienced happy tears, but it was a rare occasion. Letting her hands slide down, they fitted themselves on George's lower back, in a casual sort-of hug position. Looking back up at George, her eyes were curious and her eyelashes a bit wet. There was an attraction Angelina felt for George, one she'd never felt before. It shouldn't surprise her, really. She'd been smitten with Fred, and she'd been attracted to red hair for as long as she could remember. Somehow it did surprise her, and it confused her, but at the same time it felt nice.
Before Angelina knew it, her eyes were closing and her face was inching closer. Feeling like she had no control over it, Angelina's lips were suddenly touching George's. While they were soft and her heart was beating like crazy, Angelina was shocked. Whipping her eyes open, Ang took a step back. "I, uh... I'm sorry," she muttered out, a bit embarrassed.