A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 34 - Approaching Exams

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Over the next few weeks, our exams approached and I found that George was constantly touching me - Fiddling with my hands, keeping a protective arm around my shoulder, drawing shapes on my legs. I understood that his love language was touch and that when he was nervous, he tended to do that, so I didn't oppose it. I don't know if this was just a phase either but he kind of had separation anxiety - When he wasn't by my side, I knew he was anxious through the link, and even after being apart for one class it was as if he hadn't seen me in days.

Last week I had completed my Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, DADA and all the other classes I had to account for, leaving me with Potions and Divination as my last two. George of course, knowing that two classes gave me the most anxiety - Potions because I had an irrational fear of failure and Divination because it simply made no fucking sense - constantly found a way to be there.

Whenever he would do it, I would tell him I was fine, and really, I was, or at least that's what I thought. Yet, he persisted, and I had no idea why.

The Sunday before our Monday exams I was studying for the last time in an isolated corner in the library, the knowledge that tomorrow would be my Potions exam finally dawning on me. Tomorrow would be the exam.

I felt my breathing quicken and before it could get out of hand, I tried taking deep breaths in. I figured that continuing rereading the book and writing down some notes will distract me from the attack on hold, and though it didn't help I persevered.

It wasn't until I felt his hands on my shoulders that I realized that my breathing was rapid and my complexion pale. Noticing his frantic face, I put my hand on his arm, "George, I'm fine." I smiled reassuringly, trying not to worry him.

His expression quickly turned from concerned to frustrated, "Stop saying you're bloody fine!" He exclaimed with his voice slightly raised, he would never yell at me. He sat down on the chair next to me and held my hands warmly, regaining his calm state though I could see it in his eyes that he was scared. Before I could say anything else he pulled me into his chest, wrapping my legs and arms around his muscled body. "I don't know why you feel the need to hide the fact that you're not from me, love. You don't need to tell me everything, just stop saying you're fine. Please." He kept me in his embrace, his arms locking me in tightly, though I wasn't resisting.

After a few moments, he finally let me go, and I kissed him in appreciation. "George babe, I need to study for tomorrow," I spoke quietly, sitting back down on my chair beside him.

"You've been studying forever, how about we go to the Kitchens?" He suggested as he drew shapes on the back of my hand calmingly. "Have you eaten today?" Obviously, I hadn't since I had been too lazy and preoccupied to walk all the way from the library to the Kitchens, but he didn't need to know that.

I hummed a soft yes, avoiding his suspicious gaze and looking out the window. "Love, you know I can tell when you're lying to me." He stated, turning my face to meet his with his index fingers.

"How?" I asked, not knowing how he could possibly know.

"I can't tell you now could I? You'd stop doing it." He smirked, tapping his finger to his temple knowingly.

"What do I do?" I exclaimed, turning around completely, intrigued by what my tell could be.

He shook his head in refusal, glancing at my book. "Let's go to the kitchens." He said decidedly, taking a hold of my hand.

"The exam is tomorrow!" He wanted to go eat when tomorrow he would be tested on something that will affect his future as a wizard.

"Just like any other 5 years, I have studied the normal amount of time. There comes a time where you need to let fate takes its course." He said nonchalantly as he pulled me out of my seat and into his arms.