Repaired: A George Weasley fanfic

[3] furious

George hadn't come out of his dorm for over two days. He didn't cry. He just lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling while trying to process the blow he had received. He only ate what Fred and Lee brought back from the Great hall.

The boys were worried about him. As was Sam herself. She didn't have a clue what was going on. She had considered that it had to do with what she said that day in Hogsmeade, but soon talked herself out of that idea.

If he was disappointed with the fact that she stated he was nothing more than her best friend, he had to like her. Except, he didn't. He couldn't like her. It wasn't possible.

Did George Weasley like her?

She had asked herself that question multiple times the last 48 hours, but came to a conclusion soon enough.

It wasn't possible. George couldn't like her in that way. The feelings were one-sided. She just had to get a grip.

Sam was sitting at the Slytherin table on the third morning of George's absence. Ella had convinced her to sit with her, after a lot of bickering. Sam had told her best friend that she could always come sit with her at the Gryffindor table, but the latter had refused.

"You should show those bastards that they don't get to you,"

"That's the problem Ellie, they do get to me,"

"I know, but they don't need to know that hun,"

Sam knew her friend was right, but it still didn't feel right. No one dared to sit near them. There were two gaps, one at each side of the girls.

She knew it was because Draco had been spreading around rumours about her. Somewhere deep inside her, there was a rage towards the boy. Yet, she didn't seem to be able to put that rage into words, nor actions.

"Besides Sam, you shouldn't care what that twat says. We're older than him anyway,'

Sam sighed.

"Only a year though,"

The girl beside her scowled at that response.

Sam counted herself very lucky that she still had Ella. They had been friends since their sorting in their first year. The blonde had already been at the slytherin table when the brunette was sent off to the side where students with green on their uniforms sat.

Sam had been extremely nervous, but Ella had welcomed her warmly.

"Thank Salazar! I was hoping you'd be a Slytherin. You seem fun. I'm Ella,"

The small girl with deep blue eyes offered her hand to young Sam.

She shook it eagerly and found herself glad to have already made a friend.

"Samantha, but you can call me Sam,"

They had been inseparable since then.

Especially when Sam had her incident with Malfoy, Ella was there for her. She had yelled at anyone that dared to make fun of her best friend. She was the only one who stayed in their dorm room, as the others had grabbed their stuff and went to stay at their friends' room.

Sam quite liked having an entire dorm for just the two of them, but she felt betrayed by the girls who she had spent three years with.

Only Ella stayed. In the dorm as well as by her side.

Ella was always there when she needed her, and she needed her a lot.

Since everything that went down around early December, right before she left to spend the holidays with her granny, she had had numerous breakdowns. She would have a panic attack or find herself bawling her eyes out as soon as she even thought about it.