Little Light of Mine // George Weasley // FF

Lay out on the Table then

MAISIE POV

George listened to the whole story about how I found the bludger and what Cedric told me. He was making sure to not show any anger visibly, but his voice gave his true feelings away.

"How long did he know?" George asked quietly.

"Since the ball,"

He nodded, stepping away from the work table that I had been sitting on. "I should kill him,"

"George- I- I am so sorry,"

"Why are you sorry?" George looked at me with a confused scowl, "This happened to us, not because of us,"

I took a sigh, selfishly grateful George did not blame me for what happened, but still knowing what I could have done to prevent it. "It happened because-"

"Bags- stop," George walked back over to me and took a seat on the table, so that we were sitting together, just like at the burrow. "I will not let you bear their guilt, that is simply unacceptable to me,"

I felt George wrap an arm around me before I leaned into his shoulder. "All this time, they were lying to me," I whispered.

George rubbed my shoulder. "Secrets have a bad habit of getting away from you,"

"This is a big understatement," I muttered before looking at George. "Is that your guilt talking,"

George nodded and instantly I regretted my comment. Despite the anger I never wanted to hurt George, to do so seemed wrong beyond all belief. "Something like that,"

"What do you feel guilty about?" I asked, looking down at his fingers. I loved George's fingers, they were slender and course to the touch. Before I could stop myself I found my hands reaching for those fingers. When I touched him George sighed, turning his hand so mind could slide into his comfortably.

"I could have figured it out," George said. "If I tried,"

"Did... did you not look for the bludger?"

George let out a breathless chuckle, squeezing my hand slightly. "I spent weeks looking for it," He whispered, biting back any anger behind those weeks wasted.

I paused thinking about it. "Then you don't have anything to feel guilty about, like you said this happened to us, we did what we could to make up for it,"

"We tried at least," George muttered.

"Is... is the guilt why?" I asked, turning to him and resting my chin on his shoulder. I reached up, pushing his hair aside with my free hand so I could see the profile of his face. "Is that why you pushed me away?"

George kept his eyes on the ground in silence while I traced his features with the tip of my finger. Not sure how else to comfort him.

"No," George said, turning towards me. While it was still dark I could see the pain in his eyes. "I regret it, if that means anything, I regret how I acted,"

My hand cupped his cheek, unsure of the words being set at my feet. "Did you mean any of it? Did you mean that you only saw me as-"

"No," George leaned into my touch, pressing my hand against his cheek with his own. "Not a single word,"

I had heard such sweet kindness before, but lies were never far away. I wanted to trust George but I was unsure how to let myself fall into all this.

"Why did you do it then?" I asked and my eyes felt hot again. "Why did you do this?"

George took a breath and stared at me. "I... it's a long story,"

"I will listen to it," I pushed scooting closer.