Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

21. Eyes Like Spring, Legs Like Summer

The following day Aurora found herself curled up in a ball, sobbing into the lap of her best friend, Ginny.

"I'm sorry I'm such a blubbering mess. And I'm sorry to tell you about your brother this way, I know you probably don't want to listen to it." Aurora sniffled, rubbing her hand along the bottom of her nose as she let her eyes fall shut.

Ginny was shaking her head, softly running her fingers through Aurora's hair to help with calming her. "You know I don't care about that. I knew you two were shagging. It was hard not to, especially after Ron and I caught you snogging each other on his birthday." Ginny chuckled, as she looked down at her friend. Although she had laughed, she was frowning. She hated seeing her friend so upset.

"It's all my fault, too. Why am I even crying?" Aurora moved to now sit up, facing Ginny as she sat towards the foot of her bed. "I do this with everything in my life. Self-sabotage...destroy the good...suffer..." Aurora rambled, waving her hands around a bit before looking at Ginny with a sigh. "He's going to hate me. He's never going to forgive me. He doesn't seem like the type who can forget and move on..."

Ginny chewed back her bottom lip, "No he's not that type." She retorted, shaking her head. "But it'll get better. Trust me... and maybe you both should speak with one another completely sober. Alcohol does terrible things to people sometimes, you know." Ginny knew that things would be a bit awkward for a while. Aurora was most likely not going to come around for a while, at least not to the house for family gatherings. She just wished that George would not retreat into his shell again.

They had both done so much for one another. Ginny had never seen George smile so much since Fred's passing. And with Aurora, she had never been around so much magic since Michael's passing. Ginny was proud of both George and Aurora and how far they have come – but it seemed like they may be back at square one now.

"Now, chin up." Ginny shifted to get up from the bed, grabbing Aurora's hands and tugging her along with her. "Let's eat some lunch. I brought brownies and before you say you're not hungry, I know you are – I can hear your stomach grumbling from here!"

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Ginny had stayed for a few more hours after that. Aurora felt a bit more relaxed now that she had been able to release some of the tension she was feeling, and most -hopefully – of the tears.

She was able to drag herself into the shower, hoping it would help clear her face from the blotchy redness from all the crying and blowing her nose that she did.

She had finally settled down on the couch, a bowl of popcorn and a plate of brownies – courtesy of Ginny Weasley – on the table before her. Instead of alcohol, she opted for a bottle of pop. She had gotten through maybe twenty minutes of the movie before she heard a knock at her door. Confused as to who could be knocking at her door this late at night, she tightened her fluffy purple robe around herself as she walked towards the door.

Straining a bit to glance through the peep hole – she sucked in a deep breath at finding George standing with his hands against the frame, leaning forward.

"What do you want, George?" She called, not even bothering to open the door as she leaned against it now.

"I-I just want to talk. Sober, this time." He called in return, standing up now in hopes that she would open the door and let him in.

Sighing loudly, Aurora unlocked the door and opened it to glance out at him. OK, maybe she had quite the flair for dramatics. Another loud sigh escaped her lips and without saying anything, she turned and walked back over to the couch.