Weasley Twin Imagines

Scared // G.W.

From the moment Mad Eye Moody had concocted the plan to move Harry safely from his Aunt and Uncle's house, your stomach had been nothing but a knot of nerves. Despite your protestations, George insisted on taking part, on helping his friend leave his home as safely as he could.

"Besides," He grinned; the left side reaching higher than the right, "What could go wrong?"

Famous last words, if there ever was any.

Your foot hadn't stopped tapping since the moment they left, George apparating away with the rest of the order. A single wave, a nod of the head and he disappeared into thin air.

Now, you remain stood by the door, keeping a steady eye out on the Weasley's meadows, waiting for any sign of his return.

A warm, comforting hand on your shoulder pulls you from your watch. "They'll be fine," Molly reassures, her brown eyes doing very little to hide the worry she too feels. "George will be fine."

"He has to be," You grit out, placing a hand on your chest as if it would soothe the pounding of your heart.

"He will be. He'll always come back to you - it's like you're magnets for the other."

Molly leaves you by the door; understanding that it would do little good to force you from your spot. The long grass of the meadow sways in the cool, night breeze. The whispers of the grass close to taunting you with the lack of presence. Glaring at the meadow, you almost miss the telltale whoosh of apparition.

"Molly!" You shout, "They're coming back!"

Harry arrives first; Hagrid at the wheel of the very motorcycle that had hurried him away from his place of birth. Molly pulls him in for a hug as you hear the sound of more apparitions.

Rushing outside, you do little to quash the cry of anguish that leaves your mouth at the sight of blood covering the left side of George's face.

"George!" You cry, reaching for the taller man, needing to check for yourself that he breathes.

"He's okay," Remus comforts, holding George up as best he could. "He'll be fine."

"Don't lie, Lupin. It doesn't become you," You spit, steeling yourself for a snappy retort when Molly's upset cry reaches your ears.

It all turns into a blur then. Remus bringing George into the Burrow; Molly bandaging her son up, blood already seeping through the bandage despite the multiple spells to help.

You remain by George's side. Moving only once when Fred lands at the Burrow, understanding that George would need Fred more than you at the moment. Your eyes remain fixed on George's face; on the rise and fall of his chest, tracking every movement in case something should fail.

The night winds down; adrenaline leaving bodies just as quickly as it had arrived. One by one, beds were retired too. Fred squeezing George's shoulder before leaving the two of you behind in the empty living room.

Without speaking, you sit yourself down in front of the redhead. Your back resting against the arm of the couch, head at angle to watch George, shocked to find him already watching you. His hand finds yours in the muted light of the room. His fingers squeeze tight, reminding you that he still breathes, still lives.

"You scared me tonight," You whisper, not daring to make your voice louder.

"I know," George confesses; his face serious before a smile begins to take hold. "But at least I learnt something from this."

"Not to run off into battles I hope."

"Nope," He smiles, popping his lips on the 'p'. "You have feelings for me, that's what I learnt."

"Well," You breathe, "I can't hide that any longer."

"No," He murmurs, voice sounding far away. "You can't."

Silence descends upon the room. The dim light of the myriad of candles and sconces making you sleepy as you stand guard for the man you've loved since before you knew what love really was.

"Sit with me?" George's voice rings out, breaking the silence. He shifts on the couch, moving into a sitting position to make room for you next to him.

Silently, you join him. His eyes don't leave your form as you curl your legs underneath you, getting comfortable for what feels like a long night.

"I was scared," George whispers. "I wasn't just scared, I was terrified. The pain, the blood. It was awful, and through it all, I could only think of one thing."

"What?"

"You."

In the seconds it takes you to lean across the couch, you do not question your decision. In the seconds it takes George to realise your motivations, he does not protest, his heart singing for what was finally taking place.

Your lips press against his; tentatively at first, testing the waters, not wanting to hurt George anymore than he already was. George deepens the kiss; his hands coming up to cradle your face, thumbs rubbing across your cheekbones as the first tears of the night start to fall.

Promises for tomorrow; for the week after, for the future flow through the kiss. The aftermath of the eventful night finally coming to rest upon both your shoulders as the kiss slows. You break the kiss, kissing him once more before pulling away completely.

"Don't scare me again," You plead, chest heaving with the effort.

George drops a chaste kiss to your lips; a most sacred promise. "I won't."