Waldosia/// George Weasley

Chapter 31

George always had a pretty strong sense of morals, a pretty decent knowledge of what should be a priority and what shouldn't be. When he was younger, it was pranking; making sure they had the best products to start the best joke shop. Next, it was using those pranks to spread joy during a time of war and darkness. It soon morphed into protecting his siblings during that very war and fighting for what was right, no matter the cost. After that cost had been paid, the life of his own brother, George's priorities began shifting. It became keeping Angelina around, keeping the joke shop running, keeping anything Fred would've wanted alive. Because, George already failed him once; he refused to let his twin brother down again.

He had two weeks. Angelina told him that he had two weeks before she came back and expected his priorities to be put in place, decided on. And he fully intended on having everything laid out for the day she came back. After all, it was the least he could do for her. George knew that he wasn't the only one that  lost Fred, he wasn't the only one trying to cling onto his memory. He knew she was suffering, he knew that suffering together was better than doing it alone, he knew that there was only one day left until she came back.  George knew all of this, his head reminded him every waking second of every day. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was the blonde girl across the room from him that made his heart beat louder than any of his common sense, or perhaps lack there of.

"What's on your mind, Georgie?" Lee nudged him from his spot next to him.

They were in the Burrow, the night sneaking up on them after a full meal and familial company. Clover and Babs were sat outside alone, while the rest of them lounged around in the house. Charlie and Ginny were in a heated game of exploding snaps, Harry was yawning as he watched Percy and Ron go at a game of wizarding chess, and he and Lee were shoulder to shoulder on the couch.

George tilted his head towards Lee and watched as his lips curled up slightly at whatever he was staring at. He followed his gaze until it landed on Babs, and a natural smile fell onto his face as he nudged Lee back.

"I could ask you the same thing," he chuckled under his breath, before looking back at his best friend, "You really like him, yeah?"

Lee nodded and his cheeks paled with a blush, a goofy smile making his eyes light up at his words. It was such an innocent expression that George was taken back for a moment to their days at Hogwarts. To them running around the corridors with Filch hot on their tails after a good prank. To Lee's cheers and commentary after Gryffindor won their quidditch games. To Lee coming out to the group of them and the smile that lit up his face when he and Fred showed their support by placing sloppy kisses on his cheeks. To him and Lee chuckling teasingly as they watched Fred and Angelina dance at the Yule ball together for the first time, the pair not daring to look away from each other.

George's heart clenched in his chest for a moment, before words were spilling out of his mouth, "What do you think of me and Ang?"

"I think you love her," Lee looked over at George and spoke without hesitation.

He was struck with the urge to shake his head and stubbornly refuse like a child. But almost as soon as the urge came on, he let it go. He loved Angelina, of course he did. Fred loved her, how could he not?  Yet for some reason, that didn't stop his gaze from wandering over to Clover. His beating heart skipped for a moment before relaxing, letting out a breath of relief. Or perhaps a breath of disappointment, the tiny voice in his mind supplied.

With his eyes glued onto the blonde girl, he let out a slow huff, "Right."

But then Lee's hand was on his thigh and he was speaking again, "I think you love her,"

A moment of silence, of hesitation, of truth passed before Lee looked at George with flickering eyes, "In the same way that you love me, in the way that I love her, in the way that I love you."