Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

48 - Escape From Azkaban

As I knew I would, I hated to see my friends leave the manor later that day, knowing I might not get the chance to see some of them again before school starts due to their busy summer schedules.

Even more so, I was especially sad and disappointed about George having to leave. After our time spent in the lake together at three in the morning, I just kept replaying everything that happened between us, wishing me and him could stay and live in that specific moment forever. It was just that everything about it had been perfect— George spontaneously waking me up in the middle of the night because he was bored, us taking a walk by the lake and telling each other funny stories, me clumsily falling into the water and pulling him down with me, and the kiss we'd shared...

Don't even get me started on that.

We'd never taken things to that kind of level before when we kissed but Merlin, was I glad that we did then. I would never tell him this to save myself from having to deal with his inflated ego and big head, but he was definitely a god at kissing.

Now, mind you, I'd never kissed some before prior to being with George and I'd never made out with anyone (or him) in the way that we had in the lake—you know... with tongue—so I didn't have any prior knowledge to go off on here. But, still. From the way he left me breathless and panting after he broke away from our kiss and the way my lips were red and swollen afterwards... I think that warrants being considered god-like in my book.

The only complaint I had about this experience with George was that it didn't last for nearly as long as I would've liked. I knew that Fred obviously didn't intend on stumbling across George and I when he came outside for fresh air, but once he'd found us, he'd ruined the moment.

Not to mention him making his presence known interrupted George when he was apparently going "to ask me something." I didn't know what, but I figured it was important. Despite how George could be quite playful at times, I knew he wouldn't have asked me anything dumb in that specific moment because of how intense and intimate things had just been between us. Whatever he'd had on his mind to ask me was clearly serious if he was bringing it up then, and that fact was only solidified further to me when he wouldn't tell me what he was going to say in front of Fred.

So, I'd told George once we'd woken up later that morning and I'd gotten a moment alone with him that he could ask me what he wanted to then, but he only shook his head and told me that wasn't the time to ask me it either. It was a little disappointing, especially since I didn't know when I could see him next this summer and therefore didn't know when the time would be right again for him to ask me, but I didn't push him.

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The days after George and all of my friends had left, I tried not to focus on how much I missed being with them by busying myself quite a bit.

Jasper and I spent most of our time throughout the day together, either swimming in the lake or just exploring the grounds of the manor. But once we'd come in and would finish eating dinner with my grandparents (and Mum when she stopped by), I usually spent the rest of the night on my own in my room after that. There, I listened to music, journaled, read, worked on some of my summer homework, wrote letters, and talked on the phone with George and his brothers whenever they called me.

Around the second to last week of July, I saw a really exciting article in the Daily Prophet Wizarding newspaper. Arthur Weasley had won the annual Grand Prize Galleon Draw. The Weasleys had decided to spend the gold they'd won on a month-long trip to Egypt where they were going to visit Bill, the oldest Weasley son, who works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank.