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you love me? ~ george weasley 1

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"i lost everyone george! i have nothing and i'm losing you!" i shouted, throwing my arms into the air. "you're not losing me!" he shouted back, rubbing his face and groaning. "merlin
y/n! i don't want to lose you, not ever." i stared at him. "then why are you so distant now! you left hogwarts, and now you don't write anymore and i wait for you. but i get nothing." he chewed his lip before sighing. "but voldemort is-" "i know he's back, george! harry is worried sick, things are going downhill fast and now dumbledore is dead!" i groaned. "i'm done here." i said walking away, causing the boy to grab my arm. "y/n, please, the wedding is coming up." he sighed. "i'll be there, but right now, i need to be there for my friend." i reasoned, fighting his grip. "come on you two, we need to go get harry!" moody called, popping his head round the corner of the door.

"you look good like harry." hermione tried to lighten the mood, sending me a small smile. "harry suits me." i smirked at her before we left. "george is worried about you, y/n." fred whispered in my ear, tilting his head. "i don't know what you want me to say." i sighed, looking at the floor. "you guys need to sort everything and fast. he doesn't want to lose the person that makes him the happiest." i nodded, as we left the house, knowing things were about to get hectic.

"where's georgie?" fred panicked, marching into the burrow. "he'll be here." ginny nodded, looking over to me, as i stood chewing my nails, anxiety flooding my body. there was suddenly a crash outside bringing our attention elsewhere, everyone running out. "oh my goodness!" molly wailed, looking at the state her son was in. "george?" i whispered, as ron walked over to me, grabbing me. "no, ron! let me go! ron!" i cried, fighting his grip. "you can't y/n. not now." he tried to reassure. "he's gonna be okay." he continued, trying to stop my fighting. "no ron! let me go! i need to see him! i need to see him.." i sobbed, and his grip loosened. i took the opportunity to escape his embrace and ran into the burrow, ron hot on my heals. fred was currently knelt in front of his twin, as molly searched the supplies to clean him up. once fred finished talking to him, he turned to me, nodding as an indication for me to come over. i walked over to him, crouching in front of his face. "georgie i'm sorry." i whispered, placing my hand on his bloody cheek. "no i am. voldemort was my only priority." he replied, his eyes drooping, giving me the hint that it was time for molly to clean him up.
"i'm sorry i stopped you seeing him, y/n. i just thought it-" "ron it's fine, honestly. you just didn't want me to see him in that state." i smiled at the boy. "do you reckon he's going to be okay?" ron asked, chewing his lip. my gaze moved down to my fingers, where i played with the ring my mother got me before she died. "yeh he will be." harry smiled, hermione nodding in agreement. "he's george. of course he will be." she grinned at me, my gaze now on them.

the morning of the wedding-
"george have you seen my- why the hell do you have a toothbrush in your bloody ear!" i grumbled, walking over to him and pulling it out before throwing it in the sink. "you missed a treat, harry was just sucking gunny's face." he smirked, putting the mug in his hand down. "knew it." i grinned, grabbing the boy's head and turning his face away from me. "what are you-" "you need you're bandage changing before the wedding." i grumbled, grabbing his wrist and dragging me along with me.

george walked towards me as people began to join the newly weds on the dance floor. "may i have this dance, m'lady?" he smirked, holding his hand out. i laughed at his stupidity, before taking his hand as he guided us towards the dance floor. "i hate fighting with you." he mumbled, tightening his grip on my waist. i leant against his chest, sighing. "i'm sorry georgie. i really am." i said, my voice slightly muffled from my face being buried in his chest. "so am i." he pulled his body back so he could look at my face properly. "i love you, my love. more than you'll ever know." he smiled, as we continued to sway to the music, my mind only just processing what he said. "you love me?" i asked in disbelief, my mouth agape. "love, you're going to end up catching flies, shut your mouth." he smirked. "but-" "i love you more than anyone will ever know. you're the person for me." he grinned, causing me to giggle. "god i love you, george weasley." i smiled.