Another Love, George Weasley

suck it, ferret boy!

I woke up at around five. I was tired, confused, and mostly, in pain.

Last night, I lost my virginity. To none other than George Weasley.

Do I regret it? I don't know. George isn't even here. Why isn't he here? No idea. 

I remember us falling asleep after it happened, him holding my waist while I buried my head in his chest. But now he's nowhere in sight.

"Have you seen George?" Is all I've said all day. I've gotten the same answer. No.

Even Fred doesn't know what happened. Maybe George is confused. Just as confused as I am. Maybe he needed some time to think. Because I know bloody well I do.

Which is exactly why its a saturday and I'm doing nothing. I have no plans, no friends, and definitely no George.

No draco, either.

God, I miss him. I miss my brother. I miss teasing him about his girlfriend, Pansy. I miss laughing with him late at night in the Manor.

Wow, speaking of the Manor, I don't even know if I'll be allowed back there. My own father doesn't like me anymore. 

I was just like my father. My deep, cold british accent would say the dirtiest things to anyone with the slightest fault. I'd call people mudboods, bloodtraitors, and even more offensive things I wish I never had the audacity to speak of.

Something I've never told anyone was, I told my dad to give Ginny the diary. Tom Riddle's diary, more specifically.

I thought it would be funny. A joke. A joke to give an innocent first year a bloody horcrux.

Gosh, what is wrong with me! 

Now, what really scares me the most is my scar. The scar that nobody knows about. The scar that lays on my neck in a thin, tiny diamond hape, that burns when You-Know-Who is gaining power - or even nearby.

That one.

It hurt this morning. That's why I woke up so early.

I also had a dream. Well, not really a dream, but a.. vision? I don't know how to explain it, but, it was almost like I was looking into someone's mind. Someone's memories.

About me.

They were a bunch of small moments put into one. Like for instance, the first one showed me crying outside of the second floor bathroom in first year. I was crying because Revena and me got in a fight that day. She had called me skinny and made fun of my hair - saying it looked fake how light it was.

It looked like the point of view was from a corner of a corridor, like someone was watching me secretly.

"Come on," Was what I heard Ron Weasley announce in a shy, quiet voice. "Hermione is waiting for us in the Great Hall." That's all that happened, than I saw green waves, and heard whooshing noises and was moved into a different setting.

It was in potions class, when I was partnered with Pansy Parkinson to make a Shrinking Potion. We had been giggling and whispering, and she was talking about her roommate, Millicent Bulstrode, saying she smelt like moldy pumpkin juice and talked in a deep voice.

God, that day was so fun.

"Mr. Potter," I heard a cold voice of Professor Serverus Snape hiss from a desk, "Focus on your potion. Or you and Mr Finnigan will both join me in detention tomorrow evening."

"O-Oh, I'm s- I'm sorry," Harry stuttered out, almost gasping. "I just spaced out, that's all."

Then I saw the waves again, more faster. It showed Harry and Cho, from a third person point of view, talking to each other. Harry seemed so flushed and embarrassed, whilst Cho was so giggly and dreamy it was almost concerning.