Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 64

People in the hall were about to take a seat and rest. But then loud bangs started coming from outside.

We all followed the sound and gathered outside to see Harry and Voldemort locked in a duel fight. Their spells also locked together as they fought with all their might.

We saw the bang was like canon blast and the flames that erupted between them, at the centre of the circle they had been treading, marked the point where the spells collided. I saw Voldemort's green jet meet Harry's own spell. The Elder Wand flew high, dark against the sunrise, spun across the air towards it's own master it won't kill.

And Harry, with the unerring skill of the Seeker, caught the wand in his free hand as Voldemort fell backwards, arms splayed. He hit the floor like a mundane finality, his body feeble, shrunken, the pale hands empty, the snake like vacant face knowing.

Voldemort was dead, killed by his own rebounding curse, and Harry stood with two wands in his hand, staring down his enemy's shell.

There was one shivering second of silence, the shock of the moment suspended, then the tumult broke around Harry as the screams and the cheeres and the roars of the watchers rent the air.

Everyone had now headed back to the Hall and sat at peace. Harry smiled proudly and wandered around the room. I was sitting beside Neville who had the sword in his hand. I noticed Harry and jumped up and went to embrace him.

"I'm so proud of you, Harry. We all are." I said as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, reciprocating.

"Thank you, Y/N and I'm proud of you too. Without you, I wouldn't be alive half the time." He breathed and we broke the hug.

Harry wandered off again as I stood there. That's when it hit me. George. But he wasn't anywhere in the Hall. I walked outside from the hall to find him. After a moment of looking around, I saw him standing on the empty Hogwarts ground.

The sun was rising slowly, dawn dissapearing. He merely stood casually staring at the sky, his back facing me. I walked behind him and stopped a couple of feet away from him. He seemed to sense someone behind him and turned. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up. He fully turned around and was now facing me, smiling.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" His voice soft as he spoke.

"I came to see you." I replied and tried to mentally prepare myself for the question I was going to ask him. "I want to ask you something."

"I'm all ear. Get it?" He pointed at his unharmed ear with the tip of his wand and grinned at his own cracked joke. A giggle then escaped my lips.

"You know you can ask me anything." He said as our laughter died down.

"Is it too late?" I blurted out.

"Too late? For what?" He cocked his head to a side.

"I'm sorry I kept you hanging for so long. It's just that I couldn't trust my own mind. But now I know I can't go bottle up my feelings anymore. I do not care how you feel about me anymore but I just needed you know." I said, not being able to answer directly.

He understood what I meant and immediately his face went from calm to astonishment. He slowly took a few step closer to me and stopped until he was inches away.

"Remember what I told you? That I'd wait. And I'll do anything to have you in my life. You're the only one I ever put my gaze on. I love you..."

Oh George...

He paused as I recalled our conversation back at the Burrow that day before the wedding. He stared deep into my eyes. "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you ever since I saw you on the train."

He then stepped closer placed his hand on both side of my face. I wanted to cry. I didn't realize untill now that how much I loved this man in front of me till now.

"Reckon... I can love you too, Georgie." I whispered out.

His eyes went wide for a second. His face started to stretch into the biggest smile as though he finally achieved victory.

"Say that again." He whispered.

"I love you."

As soon as I said those words, his eyes flickered down on my lips. He leaned in and pushed his lips in mine in a slow and passionate kiss. He snaked his both hand from my waist to hips, keeping it here. I kissed back, pouring every emotion I had in me. My hands travelled from the back of his neck to his soft hair. I ran my fingers through his hair, playing with it. Nothing really mattered at that moment. We were lost in each other as our lips moved in sync like it was designed for one another. Eventually, we ran out of air and broke the kiss. Our eyes were closed, forehead touching each other's.

"About time." A voice rung out behind us.

Our attention quickly went at where the voice came from. And the voice belonged to none other then Fred Weasley.

"Hi, Freddie." I smiled, cheekily as George grinned.

"So, finally you both are each other's?" He asked grinning like a manic.

"Yeah, she's mine. Patience brother dearest." George joked as I blushed madly.

"Cool and now since the war is over, we want our manager back in the shop." Fred said as I made an 'oh-shit-I-totally-forgot' look.

"Right. Ay Captains, I'll be there." I said as the twins started laughing.

It's been a long year. Many friends and families died. Lovers either got lost or reunited. It was no time to celebrate yet, since there would be numbers of funerals for who lost their lives at the war fighting for the good side. But on the bright side, the wait for peace in the Wizarding World was now over.