Morning Love. (George Weasley)

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Arabella's POV:

The last couple of weeks had been torture.

George and I were still broken up, and he his attitude towards me eventually went from apologetic and begging to fix things, to reciprocating the cold attitude I had continued to give him.

Some may say I had been harsh, and sometimes I felt that way too. And it wasn't like I had wanted things to end this way.

But actions have consequences, and I believe that if George's reaction and carelessness had been prevented that night, we would still be together now.

The dynamic with everyone was so weird and awkward in the first few days.

I has spent the first couple of days in the dorm, missing my classes and Hermione bringing me any notes from her classes in hopes they would be of some use, as well as any food she could grab me during meal times.

Angelina has been spending time with Fred and therefore George, and had tried to tell me how devastated George was I asked if I would willing to try and work things out. At the point, especially whilst things were so fresh, I'd told her I didn't want to know how George was.

She didn't say much after that, but she assured me she understood and remained a supportive friend whilst I hid away in the dorm room.

Eventually, one I was fed up and festering away in the dorm room, I returned to my classes.

I remember how awkward it was when I came down with Hermione for breakfast, and as I had walked up to the table George had immediately got up and walked away.

I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt, but what could I expect after ignoring all of his advances from the days prior.

The group tried to remain a neutral party throughout, in efforts to to created any sort of divide or add any more tension than there already was.

Fred struggled the most; he found it so difficult to talk to me and most of our interactions were just Fred asking me how I was, but we didn't really chat a whole more than that.

Harry had made more efforts to check in on me often, insisting he just wanted to spend time with me but I knew he was really just feeling sorry for me.

He told me regularly, in the 'nicest way possible' he would insist, that I was becoming more emotionless by the day, constantly commenting on the lack of life behind my eyes.

His brutal honesty didn't bother me too much, I knew he was just trying to look out for me. And I knew what he was saying was true.

The longer time went on, the more I felt myself zoning out of polite conversations, and when I did speak to anyone I was a lot more blunt and unenthusiastic.

I didn't mean to take my feelings out on everyone else, and I tried my hardest to put on a happy face whenever I could for the benefit of those around me. It was just taking some time getting used to not living my days with George by my side.

After the first few weeks, things started to feel somewhat normal... or as normal as they could be.

The group had managed to live with the shift in dynamic between us as best as they could - which included mine and George's resentment towards one another.

The more time we spent around each other, the less awkward and sad we become and the more petty and blunt.

It was bizarre how differently we now interacted with one another; from friends, to lovers, now to what seems like enemies.