Patience

Chapter 25

He did have a point. The food looked really good and Fred, Ginny, and Ron had worked hard to set this up for us, even if it was for other reasons. Plus, we'd be stuck here for another 2 hours anyways.

"Why waste a good meal?" I shrug, going to sit at one of the two chairs. George pulls the chair out for me to sit on. Very cliché, but I still really liked it.

He goes to sit on his chair but yelps in surprise when he sits on something. He grabs a royal blue, velvet, box from the chair and holds it up to inspect it. He raises an eyebrow and gives it a knowing look. Turning the opening of the box away from him and I, he opens it and a puff of bright pink smoke emerges from the box. Following the smoke was a loud fart sound and another note sprung from the box, falling into my hands. I open it and read aloud the words:

Georgie,

You didn't really think you'd get off this easily.

-Fred (the superior twin and victor) 

Once I had finished reading, we could hear a burst of laughter come from behind the door and footsteps furthering from us. George rolls his eyes and redirects his attention to the food. There's a short silence as we eat.

"Every day, someone on Earth unknowingly does the biggest poo in the world for that day." I think out loud, causing George to spit out his food as he cackles with laughter. I laugh too, but not at the thought, it's due to his infectious laughter. The sweet music coming from him. The unrestrained, joyous, free noise, coming from this beautiful boy who sits in front of me.

"And what exactly gave you the urge to share that thought as we're eating?" He asks, still chuckling softly and wiping tears from his eyes.

"Just thought you needed to hear it is all." I shrug and continue eating. There's a short, comfortable, silence.

"I wonder if I've ever had the largest poo of the day." George wonders aloud, causing me to laugh and throw my head back. He looks at me thoughtfully and chuckles. His lucid eyes, full of joy and affection, are staring right into my chocolate brown ones. I feel my breathing hitch as we pause, as does time round us, just looking at each other. A piece of his red hair falls over his bright green eyes. His features becoming more prominent with the small, dim, light of the candles. I see his jaw clench and he sighs heavily, breaking the strong contact held only moments ago. My stomach drops and a sudden rush of disappointment courses through my veins.

It's at that moment I realize something. Something I had been pushing to the back of my mind for a while now. Something so obvious, so blinding to me, I was oblivious to it. Something I couldn't bear to feel, not now. Something so strong it physically hurt me to feel it. Something that made me sick in every way possible. It stabbed like a knife I had sharpened incase of this moment. But, through the hurt and pain, I felt warm and giddy. I liked George Weasley, more than a friend. Because of this, I had to completely and utterly become numb to those feelings.

Georges pov:

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! What the bloody hell was that George?!?! She was looking at you the way you've always wanted her to and what do you do? You look away! Look at her now you git! Her puppy dog like eyes, full of confusion and sadness. Her perfect face, dropping. Her once strong and confident posture, slouched.

This was your time! This was when you would tell her your true feelings for her and you mess it all up! You don't deserve someone like her if this is how you treat them. Maybe you can save it. Come on say something!

"Erm..so...Can you lick your own elbow?" WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT GEORGE! YOU WERE MEANT TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER YOU TOSSPOT! Bloody hell why am I so stupid? I had one job, one job, and what do I do? I start a  conversation on her abilities to lick her bloody elbow.