the gentle moon / george weasley

they all knew, clearly.

They are staring at each other now. Everytime George would open his mouth, her hand would go up to silent it. She would try to speak but then overthink it and not say anything. That went on for about 20 minutes. She sat there across from him, bouncing her leg staring at him. She was blinking quickly, because she didn't want to cry in front of him again. She wanted to hold on to this just for a bit longer, she wanted to pretend that he didn't know anything at this moment and nothing had changed. She wanted to feel normal for just one more minute.

After leaving Remus' office, she went to the common room where she found all her friends relaxing on the couch. George was mid conversation with Fred and Lee when she grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him to his dorm room.

"August." He sighed

"No, stop." She begged, "Please, don't talk. Not yet."

His shoulders fell, leaning his arms on his thighs as he watched her. He can tell she's thinking; biting her lip and occasionally her fingers. He hates that she does that, because she usually ends up making herself bleed from biting her nails so much.

"You know.."

"I know."

"You know that I-"

"-you're a werewolf. Yes."

Her eyes slowly closed and she took a deep breath.

"When?" She asked.

"Beginning of 4th year" He tells her, "After Quirrell's lesson."

"That's why you stopped calling me Moon." She figured

"No, I stopped calling you Moon after I saw your boggart. I found out about you after the werewolf lesson."

"The full moon was the night before. I didn't go to that class."

"I know."

She looked down at his arm, he wasn't in his hoodie anymore and she could see the whole scar. Three gashes down his forearm. Her mark.

"Does it hurt?" She pointed at his arm

"Just itchy." He admits

"I have some ointment you can use." she sighed into her hands, "It's going to scar, those are cursed wounds, George."

"I don't see them as cursed." His words are comforting

"You're not afraid of me?"

"Afraid of you?" He laughs, sweetly, "There is nothing scary about you August."

"But you've seen my transformation.."

"I have." He smiles softly at her, "But you're not scary."

"You have to understand things now, George." She sighed, "This world is cruel to people like me."

His eyebrows furrowed.

"You can't react when people say things about werewolves or about me. You can't say anything."

"Why?" He challenged, "Why do I have to sit on the sidelines and watch people take things away from you?"

"Because that's how life is. This is why I never told you. I never wanted you to deal with this."

"August, do you know how hard it was to hear about the news last year and not reach out to you?" He's talking about the anti-werewolf legislation that was passed last January. "Why wouldn't I fight for you?"

August let out a deep breath, "George you have to promise me that you will not react. People can't know, they'll figure it out if you say anything."

"Hermione knows." He pointed out