If You'll Have Me | George Weasley

Chapter 27

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"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT?" George looks over his shoulder to where Elijah once was, but he was long gone now. Elle had seen him leave with his friends the moment that they walked away.

"I don't know, he said he recognized me. I didn't remember him." She says honestly, but George only chuckles. "What's funny?"

"In case anything draws your attention back to the city." He shakes his head. "What a prick."

Like that night in London, Elijah looked at her in the way that plenty of guys had before. In the same way Nathan had, a family friend from France, whose conversation bored her entirely. In the same way that Miles had, a boy from the city who spoke so much about himself that she'd rather get hit by a Bludger than listen to him talk.

But the difference was that despite Elijah looking at her like those guys before, he did not look at her in the way that George did. George did so like it'd be an insult to her if he wasn't.

"It's fine, I promise. Let's just get back to watching the game, okay? This is supposed to be about us." She reminds him, and drags her hand up his arm before giving it a squeeze.

"You're right, I'm sorry." He smiles at her and stops walking. "If anything, this makes me feel luckier."

He examines her face in one swift motion by dragging his gaze from her lips to her eyes, and she immediately loses all of her senses. Instead, she focuses on the sudden glimmer in his eyes; The one she did not see in Elijah's.

"And why's that?" She inquires, but it went without saying. Selfishly, she only wanted to hear those words come from his lips.

"Because I'm the one who's here with you. That's what matters."

He leans down to kiss her, and suddenly, she no longer cares about the people around them—Or if Elijah were to be watching—Because when his lips touch hers, she remembers all of the reasons that she was here right now. Regardless of what would happen in the fall, he was hers for right now, and he was hers in a crowd of people, some of which—She was sure—Envied her.

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The game finished closer to seven o' clock, ending with a swift victory from the Pride of Portree. George's face had lit up the moment that the Seeker captured the Snitch. It was so close in the score that even Eleanor felt a tad stressed upon watching, though she was hardly sure of who she was rooting for.

Still, though, despite it being somewhat late, he insisted on taking her to dinner. He swore on making it a proper date like he initially promised her, and chose a small restaurant just down the street from the Leaky Cauldron. He had ordered another beer for himself, and a glass of wine for her, but it does not make her think back to France or her mother. She was so focused on him, that for a moment, Elle felt like he had just managed to sell her on the idea that this thing between them could work, though she knew the feeling was fleeting and she was already drunk after two glasses of chardonnay.

"So, tell me, is anything going to draw your interest back to the city someday?" George smirks, clearly amused by his attempt to mock Elijah.

Eleanor chuckles, though, happy that he could joke about it. Happy that he did not let that interaction shake him.

"Perhaps." She looks to her wine glass. "I do quite like the quidditch games. The people you meet at them are interesting."

George sticks his tongue in his cheek, amused. "What about the people who take you to them?"