Daughter of Black

7.04

George was sleeping on the couch downstairs. He had passed out from the pain a while ago and I couldn't bear to sleep without him, not in this state. I was sitting on the floor, my head resting on George's chest. I was having a hard time sleeping, making sure to keep an eye on George. Every time I thought his breathing changed, I was sitting up, making sure that he was still alive. While I was checking on George for the dozenth time that night, I saw Harry creeping down the stairs, a rucksack over his shoulder. Harry picks his way slowly down the steps, trying to stay in the shadows. I frowned, wondering where he was going. Harry walked outside, not even letting the door make any noise. Soon, I saw Ron follow. I looked back at George, unsure of what to do, but I decided to check in on Harry and Ron anyways. "Are you two going somewhere?" I asked as soon as I stepped outside. Harry stiffened and turned around to see me and Ron.

"No one else is going to die. Not for me." Ron and I looked at each other and I folded my arms across my chest.

"For you? You think Mad-Eye died for you? You think George took that curse for you? You may be the Chosen One, mate, but this is a whole lot bigger than that." Harry stares at Ron. The air is tense.
"Come with me. Now." I looked at Harry with scoff.

"I'm not leaving George, not when he's like this." I moved closer to Ron.

"And leave Hermione? Are you mad? We wouldn't last two days without her." Ron looked back towards the house with a scared smile. "Don't tell her I said that." Ron looked back at Harry. "Besides, you've still got the Trace on you. And there's the wedding..."

"Wedding?" Harry sounded angry.

"Bill and Fleur. Mum's been planning it for months. Only thing that's kept her sane, I reckon. She'll kill me if I miss it. Kill you too. Rather go face to face with You-Know-Who if I'm honest." I was going to chuckle, when Harry raised his voice at us.

"I don't care about a bloody wedding -- no matter whose it is. I have to start searching for the Horcruxes. It's the only chance we have to beat him. And the longer we wait the stronger he gets." Ron just stares at Harry, calm, poised.

"Tonight's not the night, Harry. You'd only be doing him a favor." I tell him, moving forward towards Harry. Harry just stares at me before he turns away, tossing his bag on the ground in frustration. Ron gives me a look. They need to talk. I nod, saying, "come back inside when you boys are done. I'm cold." I squeeze Harry's arm, but he says nothing.

When I get back inside, I find that George is no longer on the couch. Worried, I look around the room. "George?" I whisper as I move towards the kitchen. I see the tall ginger sitting at the table in the kitchen, stirring a cup of something. He turned when he heard my voice and patted his lap for me to sit on it. "How are you feeling?" I whisper to him moving some of his hair out of his face. I was also feeling his forehead to make sure that he wasn't burning up.

"I feel fine, just missing my ear a bit." I chuckle, shaking my head as I kiss his forehead.

"Are you sure?" I ask again, looking at where his ear used to be.

"Mira..." He scolds me, moving my hair behind my ear. "I made you tea." He told me, gently giving me the cup. I gave him a soft smile, bringing the warm cup of tea to my lips. "I promise you, I am fine. You, my love, are not fine. The tea will help you relax, and hopefully fall asleep." I take a sip of the tea, feeling its warmth spread through my body. I lean into George's embrace, feeling comforted by his presence.

"Thank you, Georgie." I murmur, closing my eyes briefly.

"Let's get to bed." I smile, kissing his cheek. I stand up, grabbing George's hand to take him back to the couch. I sat down on the floor again, wanting to finish my tea before I lay down. George was asleep before I finished, but soon my eyes were drooping and I rested my head back down on George's stomach, soon falling asleep to the silent sounds of the night.