Harry Potter Preferences & Oneshots

O | George // Pretend for the night // pt2

part 2!
Fred is alive in this btw so no ugly crying :)
word count: 1638

Diagon alley had always been a place you adored. You had plenty of happy memories there, from when you were a child.

However as you walked through the streets now, everything seemed muted. The war had left several building empty and destroyed and they hadn't been restored yet.

It had been over a year since you last saw George. Over a year since that night. There wasn't a day were you didn't miss him.

You had gone into hiding, far away from the war with your family in France. It wasn't safe, being a muggleborn in London.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." George whispered, his finger tracing over your bare back. Your head was on his chest as it rose and fell from his heavy breathing.

You pulled him tighter, "Me too." You whispered, breathlessly.

He softly kissed your forehead, knowing this moment wouldn't last, it was only a matter of time before they found you. With Harry here, everyone had a target on their back.

You looked up at George, meeting his eyes to see just how worried he was at that moment. His expression was soft and vulnerable, but in his eyes you could see the uncertainty he felt.

"George, I-"

Before you could finish you heard a loud crash, you bolted upright, George grabbing you tight. The crash was followed by screaming and George was suddenly on his feet.

"Death eaters." He whispered, "They're here."

Your mouth fell agape, frozen in George's bedsheets, heart pounding in your chest.

"Get dressed." George said, hastily putting on his clothes. He threw your dress at you and grabbed his wand from his nightstand.

You fumbled with the zipper of your dress, your hands shaking. George quickly came to help you. He grabbed your arms, steadying you. "Stay close." he said.

George grabbed your hand and let you out the door, the sounds from outside getting louder. There were crashes, spells being fired and there was screaming.

You and George ran down the stairs, into the living room. He held his wand clutched in his hand, so did you, but you were still shaking.

"You have to go, it's not safe here." George said, turning to you.

"I'm not leaving you." You said, chest heaving with every hasty breath you took.

George shook his head, "Go, I have to help my family." He said, holding onto your hands. "Please Y/n it's not safe here, you don't know what they'll do to you."

"I can fight." You insisted, but George wouldn't hear it.

"You're not fighting, you have to protect yourself." George said, resting his forehead against yours, a crash now coming from the kitchen. "They're inside, go!"

You grabbed George's collar, crashing your lips on his for one last time. the kiss was harder than before, desperate, as if he was pouring all of his emotions into it. It made your heart wrench.

"I love you." He whispered. "I love you and I need you to survive."

"I love you too." you said, tears welling in your eyes, crashes now getting closer.

"Then go, please." George begged, tears spilling from his eyes.

You nodded, giving him one last glance. "I'll find you when it's safe." You whispered, before you let go of him and disapperated.