Friendship on Fire | Fred & George Weasley

George's Feelings.

To say that I was surprised was an understatement...George Weasley had kissed me, and I kissed him back. Fred had hurt me so badly that i had no idea if I could forgive him for not believing what I told him in my letter. And once again, it was as if my world was falling apart around me...it seems that I Veronica tonks, am just never meant to really be happy. Every time something happens in any positive way, something comes and shits all over everything. I was ecstatic to receive a training job a Hogwarts, but Fred breaking up with me ruined that...I was happy that Fred and George were putting Umbridge in her place, but Marcus Flint ruined that. The happiness I felt after that dwindled to almost nothing, as everything fell apart. My cousin was brutally murdered by me deranged aunt, i lost a piece of myself in Flint's attack, and i lost the boy I loved..who recently hurt me more than I could imagine. The only thing that kept me together was George after that...and the fact that we kissed left me more confused than ever....

It has been a week since the incident at the burrow, and I fell asleep every night confused about everything that happened. What confused me the most was that i actually felt something when George kissed me...George! My best friend and Fred's brother! I had felt something recognizable in the pit of my stomach the second his lips touched mine, almost as if I wanted it. Fred and George had always been two different people in my eyes. Everyone saw them both as the twins, but that wasn't how I saw them at all.

Fred stuck out to me immediately as the flirtatious boy who saved me from Marcus Flint immediately. I liked him almost immediately, and I really liked him after our time together at Sirius's house and we hit it off instantly. George had been the crazy boy that could always make me laugh. He could turn any frown of mine into a smile, and we were always very good friends, but nothing had been romantic.

But at this moment, the both of them had been the same...two red head boys I had feelings for. ...

I hadn't spoken to either of them since my graduation party, which was more awkward than anything..The twins avoided each other, and there was a gloomy Aura in the air after Fred had his outburst about my rape...so now the whole Weasley clan knew about it. Mrs.Weasley had made me a purple healers robe, with my name engraved in black threading along the left breast pocket..it was quite beautiful actually, and I cant wait to actually wear it when I started training.

I rolled over in my bed and stared at the picture that sat on my nightstand..A picture of my father, Nymph and I. Nymph was around thirteen and was home from Hogwarts for the summer, and i was probably six at best and was barely learning how to read. In the picture I was sitting on my fathers shoulders, while Nymph had her long arms wrapped around my fathers waist...she sported long blond hair and purple eyes in the picture. My father had a huge grin on his face as one arm wrapped around my sisters shoulders and one held me in place. It wasn't a moving picture, but it captured the moment perfectly. A time before everything went horribly wrong....and I still had my father. I picked the picture up and grazed my thumb across it. I kissed the spot where my fathers grinning face sat before setting it back down beside my wand.

I sighed and rested my arm on my forehead before closing my eyes one more time. I did keep my promise to myself so far though, and I haven't shed one single tear. But I didn't have the will to do anything either, I mostly just kept to myself in my room this past week. I felt as if I didn't have time to properly grieve Sirius's death or deal with the rape properly at school. I would always have homework to do, or classes to attend..plus my exams. But after graduating I had all the time in the world to just lay in bed and think...and it was dangerous to be inside your own head this much....

I would think about what i could have done differently at the ministry, about how I could have saved Sirius. How we all could have been less reckless and maybe his life could have been spared. I think that maybe I had done something to set Flint off to make him seek me out the way he did. That I had maybe led him on or something and it could have been my fault. My emotions would be so erratic just sitting there thinking all day..I would go from angry to sad, to remorsefully and always back to angry.