This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Thirty eight

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨

"Bloody hell, charms really does drag," Fred mumbled, tapping his pen anxiously on the table. "I've been sitting here for an hour and I'm still trying to start my essay."

"Well," I Said, breathing out a box shakily, "If you want to know something that doesn't drag, I have some exciting news to tell you all—"

Just as Fred was about to speak, Hermione, Harry, and Ron burst through the door.

"Whats wrong Hermione?" Isa asked.

"Buckbeak lost the trial!" She wailed, sitting down and handing me the piece of parchment.

Horrified, I slammed the paper down. "They can't do this!" I said, reading the parchment and seeing that Buckbeak was to be executed on a ate to be decided. "Buckbeak isn't dangerous."

"Malfoy's dad frightened the comitee into it!" Hermione hissed, wiping her eyes.

"You know what they're like," Hermione scoffed. "They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There'll be appeal, though. There always is... only I cant see any hope. Nothing will have changed!"

"It'll change, Hermione," Ron said feircley. "You won't have to do all the work. I'll help too."

I smirked when she lung her ams around him and began to sob uncontrollably. Ron looked afraid and akwardly patted her on the back as she began to pull away.

As the three began to stalk away, Isa snickered. "Those two... the hopeless romantics..."

I smiled and set my pen down. "Speaking of romantics, I have some news to tell you guys."

George looked at me skeptically, Isa happily, and Fred leaned back in his chair and cocked an eyebrow. "What is it, Zell?"

"Me... and Jacob are back on."

The minute I said it, it caused an outburst.

"What? But you can't, Zell, you're not supposed to be with him—"

"Zell, the fight you had seemed pretty clear that there was some tension between you— I don't think you should do this—"

"What the hell?"

Everyone stopped talking at George's last comment, and I looked at the three in disgust. "What?"

Isa shook her head and put her fingers to the bridge of her nose. "Zell, we just don't think he was good for you. We- we know what Wyatt did to hurt you so badly— we know what happened—"

"What?" I repeated, but more angrily. "How?!"

"We heard Cedric's girlfriend, Lyra, talking about it to her friends. We- we didn't know how to tell you..."

I stared at her in disbelief and rage. Cedric told Lyra? About his encounter with me and Wyatt? I scoffed and looked at them. "Why the hell would Jacob remind you of Wyatt?"

"We— erm— also saw this lady talking to you. We were able to get a flinch of the conversation through what me and Georgie invented. It's call—"

"Fred, now's not the time—"

"I can't believe you lot," I snarled, standing up. "You eavesdrop on my conversations and have all your emotions about MY relationships bottled up and waiting to explode? What the hell is wrong with you? Guess what? I get to control my life, not you!" I looked at them and my lip trembled. "I can't believe you— especially you, George. After you comforted me the whole time. You're a prick, you know that? Grow up."

I began to walk away but heard Isa's pleadings voice calling after me. "No, Zell, that's not what we meant! We're worried about you! You always bottle all your emotions up and I'm sick of it! We all are! Stop acting like everything's fine because it's clearly not!"

I stopped in my tracks to hear Isa's heavy breathing trace the quiet room, and I felt tears brim my eyes, and scoffed, turning around.

"It's not your job to care about me!" I yelled. "And I'm sick of hearing it! Do you know how many times I've heard that a day? 'Oh Zell, are you okay? You seem sad?' Or 'What's wrong?' Out of nowhere?! All of you make it seem like I'm so fragile that I could break with a single snap of a word! I'm not fragile! I can handle myself! Stop treating me like I'm a shard of glass!"

I stormed upstairs and slammed the door behind me, making the whole room rattle as I sank to the floor.

I stood up angrily and grabbed my scissors, beginning to pick at my skin anxiously as overwhelming thoughts swarmed my mind.

"GO AWAY!"

——

"Hello love," Jacob smiled cheekily, pecking me on the lips, hand in hand. "Should we go to Potions now?"

"What, are you going to lead me there?" I asked. "I know where the Potions classroom is."

"But I'd like to walk with you," Jacob said.

"If you can catch me," I said playfully, slipping my hand away before darting out of the Common Room, hurrying to Potions.

"Miss me?" I asked sweetly.

"More than you can imagine," Jacob said with a grin, beginning to kiss me gently.

"Mr Rosewood if you could refrain from public displays of affection in this classroom, it'd be appreciated." Snape's voice hissed from the front. "Everyone take your books out and turn to page one hundred and thirty two."

Concentrating, I flipped to the page, and Jacob smiled.

"You look beautiful."

I blushed, and quickly looked down at my textbook. "You look handsome."

"I'm pretty," Jacob said.

"Pretty handsome," I giggled.

Jacob smirked at me, leaning forward and kissing me again.

"Five points from Gryffindor, Mr Rosewood!"