George My Darling x

Not her

George's POV
I couldn't face her today. Yet, here we were in the hall as she was sat opposite me. She was studying hard obviously which meant luckily for me she didn't see me staring the whole time. Ever so often she would look up and glance at me causing me too look away like I wasn't staring God I just wanted her too talk to me about anything, even if she was screaming at me at least I got to hear her voice. Jesus what has she done to me. Fred joked with Harry and Ron about their Yule Ball dates. He told them basically to watch and learn as he asked Angelina too go with him, she said yes of course. The constant whispering caused Clara to look up directly making eye contact with me. Wow she had beautiful eyes. I know I shouldn't and it would only make things worse but I had to "I heard them Durmstrang dicks actually asked you to them Ball then" I whispered to her, I knew it would annoy her but at least she'd talk to me. "Yeah, a fair few of them actually" She smirked to annoy me. Her comment drove me instanse. I could feel my possessive side coming out. Fuck. "Oh yeah, which one did you pick? The one with muscles for brains or the one with genuinely no brain?" I laughed at my own joke, not that it was funny but I wanted to enfuriate her. She just shook her head. "I hope they don't think its a long term thing" I smirked at her, I couldn't stop myself at this point. "Oh yeah and whys that?" She continued to try wind me up and it was working, I bent further over the table, "you're mine Lestrange" she laughed but this time I wasn't joking, "I mean it, no one else can ever have you now, mine" I breathed, my face serious as ever. "Does that make you mine?" she whispered, shit I began to feel hot, "because Alicia called you hers yesterday, and that made me very angery Georgie" she teased me, fuck she knew what she was doing to me, we were in the middle of the hall Jesus she was more dirty than I ever thought. She smiled again, "you might of heard that they've been asking me to the Ball but if you thought with your brain and not your dick for more than a second you'd know I said no to every last one of them" She looked at me as if to give me a chance but we both knew I'd already asked Alicia, I looked across the table to see her staring at me. Claras eyes followed mine. "Fuck you George Weasley Fuck you." and just like that Clara had handed in her work and walked out of the hall. I let my head drop back. Fuck.

Claras POV

I stormed out of the hall, I'd given him the chance to ask me and he couldn't bring himself to do it, what a spineless bellend. As I was stroming away I narrowly avoided walking into someone. "Shit that was close" he breathed, "Oh Clara, hey" Dean Thomas smiled at me. "Hey Dean" I smiled weakly back, "I've been meaning to ask, do you have a date to the Yule Ball?" He looked at me with a confident smile as if he knew I'd been waiting for George but also knew George would fuck up. "Erm, no I dont't why'd you ask?" I mumbled, "wanna go with me?" He smiled. Wow what a charmer, even the way Fred asked Angelina had been better than that. I knew that Dean being my date would be the worst thing in George's head which lead to me saying "sure, why not" I walked away from him, fuck this can't possibly end well.

Georges POV

I saw Dean strut proudly into the hall and sat where Clara had been. "Hello boys" he smirked, I wasn't a fucking idiot, I knew due to the times Clara and him would of walked past each other, I put two and two together, "please say you didn't" I almost whined. "Bagged myself a date for the ball?" He smirked, "oh yes I did" I was angry once again, "not her, please say you didn't ask Clara as she just left" I begged. "Oh Georgie but I did why wouldn't I?" Thats it I'd lost my temper, "you only fucking want her like she's a prize" I shouted, not realising Cara had returned and was now watching me scream at Dean, "you only want her because she's mine, too say you've had her like shes a fucking special at a resturaunt. You don't even know her, I mean you don't really know her, how she flinches when anyone but me calls her by her last name, how she's one of the only people who can tell me and Fred apart and not because they've undressed us, how she is nothing like the streotype everyone labels her as, you Dean Thomas just want to fuck her," I was out of breathe by the time I'd finished yelling, "and you want something more than just too fuck her?" He laughed, I felt my fist clench as I brought my arm up followed by a voice "George no!" she shouted running to my side. Claras hands wrapped around my own as she stopped my fist connecting with Deans face. "Baby no it's okay, I'm here" she whispered rubbing my hands, immediately calming me down. I felt like I could breathe again with her holding onto me. "I'm here my darling, George it's okay" She whispered as she pulled me in to hug her. Fuck I'd be so lost without her. She began pulling me out of the hall into the common room, "I would of hit him for the way he spoke about you, and what he thought I'd never treat a woman like that, I don't want to just fuck you I-" she cut me off. "Just fuck me?" she smirked. This was not the time, "but you do want to-" I cut her off by laughing. "You are an idiot George Weasley" I smiled, I had my Clara back. "We still need to talk" she whispered. "Why? We are here together," I looked upto her. "I'm so glad we are but we still have the date mishap to clear up, and tomorrow we've got a ball too attend too, with other people" She giggled at the mess of our situationship. "Fuck" I laughed putting my head on her shoulder.