Friends | 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

chapter 50

Year 6.

Hallies pov.

it had been a couple of weeks since the night in the woods with George.
i felt better than i ever had, besides, of course having to deal with Umbridge and still dealing with grief.
Sage was so shocked when i told her about George and I. we talked about it all night, not in a weird way, just, how safe and comforted i felt in that moment and if i was scared.
she wouldn't exactly tell me if Fred and her had done anything farther than kissing yet. she told me she wanted to, but she wasn't sure how to approach it.
i didn't have any tips or advice because in that moment it just felt like the right time. i didn't know how to describe it.

it felt like i was on such a high that when what George was about tell me almost sounded like it was a joke.
we were hidden in a broom closest on our free period, finally a chance to see each other without anyone barging in.
it was more than just seeing each other though... we were making out.

"so... i wanted to tell you something" he said in between kisses.
i hummed, continuing to kiss him.
"mmm, Hallie" he muttered.
"mhm?"
he pulled away a little, i furrowed my eyebrows at him, the light was dim so i could barely make out his expression besides his glittering eyes in the sunlight from the cracks of the door.

"you know how the year fives have their OWLS tomorrow. and well, Fred and I have something planned" he shifted on his feet awkwardly.
i bit on my tongue. he was making me nervous.
"spit it out" i laughed anxiously.
"well... you know how Harry gave us his Tournament winnings?"
"mhm" i nodded. i felt like i could hear my heart thumping in my chest.
he paused.
"Fred and I are buying a joke shop in Diagon Alley with the money." he blurted, his teeth gritted. i smiled.
"what?!" i covered my mouth, realizing how loud i was being.
"George that's amazing!" i whispered. he smiled, but he looked nervous still. i quickly hugged him then we pulled away. nothing had registered in my mind that this wasn't a totally great idea on my end.. yet.

i furrowed my eyebrows, reading his expression.
"but..." he said.
"we're leaving school.."
i stared at him, trying to think of what to say. more like, think of what to think because i didn't know what to think. they're dropping out? does Sage know? what about Molly?
so many questions circled my brain and i must have been quiet for a while because George looked extremely concerned.
"we plan on interrupting the OWLS.. and well you'll see what happens then but..." he stopped himself.
"Hallie..?" he asked. i felt horrible for not saying anything but i was just so shocked, and confused and i felt like i was going to be sick.

i opened my mouth to reply but i couldn't think of what to say.
when i heard the bustle of students outside i realized i was most likely late for class.
of course he wouldn't be able to stay at school and work a joke shop...
why would he tell me this a day before? did he want my head spinning all day and all night?
"i'm late for class." i finally was able to spit out. it wasn't exactly the right response, or the one he seemed to want. but at least it was something.
i pushed past George to open the door, i felt like i was suffocating in that tiny closet once i. opened the door. light flooded into the dark room. i took a deep breath in then lost myself into the sea of moving students leaving George behind.

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i didn't see George for the rest of that day, i avoided looking in his direction at dinner and ate quickly.
to say it wasn't on purpose was a lie. it wasn't like i was actually pissed.. just thinking. i didn't know what to say to him, and when i confronted Sage about it she said she already knew and that George was scared because he didn't know how to tell me.
how could Sage just mourn this idea without telling me, better yet she should have told me. and now i was mad at Fred, George and her all in one.