mine, and mine only; a george weasley fanfiction

returning home - 1

i have never remembered a time i was not thinking about george fabien weasley. even when we've been apart, the boy has never failed to cross my mind.

and i hate it. 

the train ride from my home to the weasley's is quite peaceful but all the same torturous. the place where george and i had left off at the end of term was definitely the opposite of pleasant. there was not a bone in my body that was excited to see him again. except for the one huge part of me that was looking forward to demolishing him in quidditch.  even though i've had a little over a month to think over the things that we'd said, i was still completely furious with george.

i mean, telling oliver that i had a "tendency to cheat in quidditch"  when i've never cheated in the sport before? and completely without reason? positively callous. i don't think i could find myself forgiving him, unless a miracle were to occur and he explained his ridiculous actions.

the train horn blared as a signal we were arriving at the station. i weave past many passengers to retrieve my bags, and step down onto the brown-bricked platform. i look around anxiously, questioning if the weasleys had forgotten about my visit. i turn, and my stomach drops when i see the back of a 6'3 fiery haired teenage boy. my eyes dart around, as i wrack my brain for methods of greeting the group that's with him. 

it is only until he turns that i realize it's only fred. the lanky boy strides up to me and whisks me into a bear hug. i inhale his scent of cedar and amber. i've missed him. 

"oh junie, i've missed you so!" he fake cries into my shoulder. i whack him in the bicep, attempting to bring him back from his theatrical performance. 

"anddd there she is." he says, rubbing his now most likely bruised arm. molly scurries across the platform and gives me her signature motherly embrace. 

"hello deary! safe travels, i hope? well, well, it mus'nt matter now. you're here and you're in one piece. and you have all your luggage? and satchels or bags you have brought with you? oh, let me get a look a you," she spins me in a slow circle, examining my appearance, "my, my, it's positively insane how different you've grown since christmas." 

i laugh at the chatter she always so naturally displays. "hello molly, it's wonderful to see you." i reply, smiling at her.

"and what am i, the next door neighbor?" fred says with a wounded expression blanched across his face. 

"oh please freddie, you've already gotten your greeting. but it's excellent to see you as well. it's great to see all of you." i grin at the group, as ginny, ron, harry, and hermione stand in a group not too far away.

despite the jubilance i'm feeling, i can't help but notice that george has not come with the group. my heart stings for a moment, before i drag myself back to reality when ron manages to smack fred upside the head as we walk to the car.

"what is it? national abuse freddie day?" he whines, as we file into the car. 

"sorry to break it to you, but that's everyday, dumbass." ginny laughs from the backseat.

the ride to the burrow is very enjoyable, as soft music plays from the radio and the chatter of the the group comes from all around the car. the brilliant sun shines in and plays upon the leather seats, warming the atmosphere along with it. 

once we near, the nearly mile long drive way that is to the burrow, fred leans over and discreetly whispers in my ear. 

"i'm sorry george couldn't make it. he's been working himself to the brim today and didn't want to stop training." he informs me,  giving me a sympathetic glance. he's the only other person to know about what happened at the end of term. 

"yeah, sure." i reply with slight annoyance, because i know exactly why george didn't want to come along. he doesn't want to confront me about all the nasty comments he'd given as a poor excuse of preventing my joining of the quidditch team.

the conversation is pulled from my mind, once we get closer to the house. the towering structure of the build, with it's multiple stories, makes it seem like there are new ones added each time i visit.  the blossoming trees and flower beds sprinkled about the front and back yards, adds a reasonable splash of color to their property. i smile and think about all the picnics and quidditch matches that are soon to take place in the next three months. 

we grab my luggage from the trunk and make our way into the house. as soon as i enter, the aroma of firewood and freshly cooked supper hits my nose and makes my entire body warm up with comfort. i follow ginny and hermione upstairs to put my trunks down in our shared room, and we start up the bubbly conversation of the past month's events. we laugh and gossip, and joke and laugh some more. soon enough, molly calls us down for dinner, and we leave the room.

"one second," i say to them, "let me go to the loo." 

i turn the corner to go to the bathroom, and instead bump into someone leaning against doorway. my eyes slowly makes its way up a freakishly tall and sweaty frame, and unfortunate to my circumstances, i look into the eyes of the person i wished to see the least. george fabien weasley.

goddamn it.