Re Placed (George Weasley fanfic)

Chapter 7

The holidays are about to come up. Angelina is going to her family, finding the courage to tell them about Fred and the rest is also going to their families and I was alone. It wasn't really bothering me that much, but I just wish I had somebody left at Hogwarts to spent the holidays with, because none of my friends are staying.

I'm waving everyone goodbye, when I hear a very low and familiar voice saying in my ear "Aren't you going somewhere?"

I turn around and am stunned by the fact he isn't with the massive group of people who are going home. "George! Why are you still here? Where's Fred?" I ask panicking. 

"Calm down, Fred is already ahead of us and I'm here to convince you to come with me" George says in a high expecting way.

"I'm not going anywhere" I answer.

"Yes you are! I'm not going to leave you at Hogwarts like this. Especially not when we have plenty of room in the House, well it's not our house, but still."

"No, I'm not, George" I say confidentiality. "I'm not going to be a pain in the ass and your dad is still recovering and besides they aren't even expecting me."

"Well... about that. They actually are expecting you, I told them I'd bring you with and my mum is very excited meeting you" George says a little insecure with a smile on his face.

"Well, tell them I'm not coming, but thanks for the invitation. You should go now George, before you miss the train."

"If you're staying, I'm staying" George says confident.

"George no! Stop. You have to go. Go spend time with your family!" I insist.

"Join me!" he asks hopefully.

"But I'm so unprepared"

"So? We're not in a hurry" he says.

"How?" I ask.

"The car" he answers with a huge smirk.

"Oh MyLanta George!"

"Now you'll have to come with me, otherwise all this would be for nothing"

We go to my dorm and George helps me pack. I only have one bag, but I also have my hands full with Furball, so George grabs Furball's cage along with his own stuff and drags them all the way to the car.

"Are we even allowed to use this thing?" I ask George a little nervous.

"I had to convince my parents, so we just have to make sure the ministry doesn't see us... then no one will ever know a thing."

"You're crazy you know that" I tell George.

"I know" he says smiling and opens the door for me.

On our way to the house:
I start to think about all of this. What's George trying to do? Why is he so nice to me. He's not using me, because he has less time with Fred right? I sit with my knees up and my arms around them, looking outside at the stars, because it's already dark.

"What are you thinking about?" George asks.

"You" I answer honestly.

"Me?"

"Yeah"

"Why?"

"I was just thinking"

"About?" He asks curiously.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I ask.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm in a flying car towards YOUR house, well not your house, but you know what I mean."