solemnly mine ▫️ g.f.w

f o r t y

It was the day before I left for Hogwarts and I was nervous about going. It's not that I didn't want to go, I do. I also felt like I shouldn't. I didn't want to leave George. I just came back to him and now I had to leave him again. It wasn't fair. But I also knew my father would want me to go no matter what. Even if was for the full year or not. As I packed my trunk it just didn't feel right.

I sat in George's room packing for the school year, as Molly and Arthur let me move here for the week I was back. I sat on his floor as I went through the things I would need and didn't need. Throwing them off to the side as was not trying to pack too much. As I packed more I realized that I still hadn't bought my books. I let out a heavy sigh as I hung my head.

"You don't seem to happy," I heard George say from behind me as I jumped a little. Pulling my head back up and looked over in his direction. He stood in the doorway leaning against it as he started to take his blazer off. Running his hands through his hair that was freshly cut before the shop opened. 

"Tough day at the shop?" I asked as I set my clothing in my lap. The shop has been busier than ever. Both he and Fred were barely getting any sleep as they were always working on new lines. Packing owl orders and then making more of the products they were running out of. Since George and I's first intimate moment, we hadn't had another one, as most of our nights were spent cuddling instead which in my opinion was my favorite.

"Always," He sighed, "But everyone is loving it. Sells are up but we are going to be busy making more products and coming up with new inventions."

"Sounds like you'll have a lot on your plate while I am gone at school," I said as he walked into the room.  My eyes following him as he went over and now sat on his bed. I went back to work and folding up the last of my clothing before setting it in my trunk. Reaching over next to me as I had pulled one of George's sweaters out from his closet to take to Hogwarts. Folding it up nicely and placing it in my trunk.

"Are you stealing a sweater from me?" George asked as he leaned back on his hands.

"No," I giggled as I smiled, "I would never." As I closed my trunk and then stood up in front of him. Walking over towards him and placing myself between his legs as he grabbed my thighs. Running my fingers through his hair as he looked up towards me. 

"You don't seem happy about going back," He said as he placed his hands on my waist gently.

"How so?" I asked lightly tugging at his hair. Making his eyes roll back a little. While we may have been intimate once. I never missed an opportunity to mess with him and he loved it.

"Normally you are excited. You a giggle little child as the new year rolls around and you can hardly wait to get your books and I don't think you have gotten any of your supplies and you leave tomorrow," He said as I let out another heavy sigh. 

"I just don't know if I should go back. I know my father would want me to and I've already told Ginny and Hermione I was going but right now I feel like I should just stay here. Help you guys or get a job here in the Alley or go travel again. But not for as long as I did last time," I said as I turned my body and sat down in his lap. George running his hand up my back as he looked towards me, "Plus I just got you back and now I have to leave you again. I don't want to do that to you."

"I think you should do what you want. But I do think you need to give it a shot this year because you never know what could happen. If you get there and last a few weeks and you can't do it anymore then come back here and we will figure something out," He said as I looked towards the ground but his fingers quickly caught my chin and brought my eyes back up to his, "I think you owe your father a chance to try to finish. He would be so happy to see you go to your last year. Plus you won't be completely leaving me. I will know where you are and you'll be safe."