The Brown-Eyed Boy

Four

"Y/n?" Fred asked as we entered the Burrow. "You're okay! Love, George is worried sick, he won't talk to anyone!"
Tears formed in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. He hugged me tightly and then took me upstairs to their room.
"Try and enter," he said.
I attempted to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "He's locked it."
Fred's expression saddened.
"Alohomora," I whispered.
The lock on the door clicked and lifted. I pushed it open and ran in the room. George was on his bed, hugging a pillow of mine. I sprinted towards him and dived at him, hugging him tightly.
"Y/n!" He exclaimed.
He wrapped his arms tightly around my lower back and pulled me into his embrace. More tears fell down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, Georgie, I promised you I'd stay safe and I didn't!"
"Hey, Hey, it's okay, darling, it's not your fault. What matters most is are you okay?"
"Yeah," I sobbed.
He let me go and looked into my eyes.

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George Weasley's Perspective!!

Her eyes glistened in the light from my room. Her hair fell in front of her face and I brushed it away. She looked so perfect, despite the fact that she was shaken up from what had just happened. I really liked her, and only Fred knew. Her lips were a pale pink and matched her bright and beautiful [your eye colour] eyes.

Back to y/n's perspective

"Come on, you guys," Fred interrupted. "We need to get to Hogwarts."
"Okay, right," I said, standing up.
"Oh, Yeah," George laughed.
I walked across the room and picked up my bags. As soon as I got them all, I headed out the room and downstairs to Molly.
"Y/n, thank goodness you're alright," she smiled.
"Thanks, Molly."
"You best be getting to Hogwarts, dear."
Nodding, I grabbed my purse off the side and put it in my pocket. Fred and George came running down the stairs with their stuff, along with Ginny, Ron, Harry and Hermione.
"Are you all ready?" Arthur asked.
"Yes," Harry responded.