Enigmas

Chapter 2

Author's note: Hi guys! I'm super excited to post this chapter because I just spent several hours writing it. Yet again, it is a couple hours before I have to wake up, but I felt inspired so I had to write. TW!!! There is a lot of smut in this chapter. I tried to give it a decent amount of plot, though, as well as a couple of sweet moments. I really hope you guys enjoy, and please please please comment anything you have to say! This is my first time ever writing smut so I'd love to know if you guys like it. Thank you! <3

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Ellie's pov:

George peered back down at me with a puzzled look, questioning my choice of words. I knew it was harsh of me not to return his feelings but the second I said it out loud, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop myself from falling in love with this boy. He's everything I've ever wanted. His arms wrapping around me feel like home, his warmth mixed with the scent of fir trees, spices, and orange remind me what it feels like to be loved. I fear I may have already begun to fall in love with him, through the stolen glances and secret kisses in the shadows of the hallways at Hogwarts, but I know that having to part with him is going to break me even now. I couldn't imagine how much pain I would be in if I allowed myself to properly love him.

"Is everything alright, love?" George asked, shifting his weight off me and opting to sit up in bed. "You haven't been the same since we've arrived home." I sighed, knowing this was going to lead to unwanted discussion. Unwanted discussion about things I could not change, but so desperately wanted to. How could I tell him that I was afraid to love him? That I was terrified of how alone I would be when he left? I couldn't bear to burden him with the weight of my sorrows.

"It's nothing, Georgie, I promise," I said with a sigh. "I thought we were going to spend our alone time doing things other than talking, though, if I'm going to be honest," I grinned, looking back up at his crooked smile.

"Eager for me, are we darling? You'll get what you want soon enough," he mocked, pulling himself off the bed and reaching down for a pair of joggers I had worn earlier, tossing them to me. "I believe dinner is now in ten minutes, and you and I both know we need a lot more than ten minutes together. I want to savour you, Ellie," he said before walking out of his door and down the stairs. This was going to be a long summer.

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Jumping out of bed, I ran into the nearest bathroom and turned on the shower. With only a short amount of time before dinner, I figured I would do a simple hair wash and then use hair-removal charms in place of shaving. One of the many perks of not being a muggle was definitely the ability to magic-away any unwanted hair or blemishes. After finishing in the shower and completing all of the charms I needed, including the drying and moisturizing charms, I pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a large sweater. I wanted to make a good impression with the Weasleys though I'd known them for years, so I ditched the usual attire of thigh highs and short skirts, despite knowing how much George loved those. I quickly put on some mascara, concealer, and blush, gelled my eyebrows, and brushed my hair out. I looked simple but cute, and the lack of makeup reminded me of how someone would dress in a fanfiction. Weird.

"Ellie! Supper's ready!" I heard someone shout from downstairs. Perfect timing, I thought to myself. I had a terrible habit of never being ready for anything on time. Quickly, I made my way downstairs to the dining table and was immediately met with the smell of fresh bread and delicious food. The table was stocked with plates of food, from pasta to steaks to salads. Mrs. Weasley was quite accommodating, knowing I and Hermione were both vegetarian. This was a muggle concept I had picked up from her back in year 6.

I sat myself next to George, seeing as him and I were known as "best friends". Of course, we were now more than friends, but we excused our sudden interest in each other by claiming to have grown closer in year 7. Ginny sat down beside me, Godric how I loved Ginny. Her and I had been very close friends in the past couple of years once I started becoming closer with all of the Weasleys. She was the only one who knew about George and I, though this was not my doing. Apparently, before we had been able to discuss our relationship, George had gone to her immediately and told her everything about our first night together. This was probably partially because he was still drunk and he went to her directly after we kissed for the first time. Ginny took a very special place in George's heart, and they shared secrets with each other all the time, so I didn't mind. I adored her fiery personality and compassion towards Quidditch.