I love you, I'm sorry - G.W

Amelie

"I'm comfortable handing you my whole life"

The corridors were bustling as students aimlessly wandered between classes. The Second Task only took up until first bell. I had her sat between two stone archways that looked out onto the courtyard. I gladly stood above her, poking fun at her shorter height. In truth she wasn't much smaller than me but I would easily take an opportunity to tease her.

"What's it like down there shortie?" I indeed tease. Her cheeks puff up in frustration and her green irises harden slightly. It's cute when she acts all tough.

"I am not that short Weasley." She says in return.

I lessen the gap between us, bringing my body closer to hers. Before muttering quietly, "Woah, we're a couple remember? First name business love?"

I gesture to the crowds of students, all aware of the new couple. Us being said couple.

"Sorry, old habits die screaming." Her head is hung low as she realises I'm right but I can only look at her in amusement. Her way with words is always so damn intriguing.

"Screaming?" I question confused.

She nods once, having no issue with the nonsense that came out her mouth.

"That's what I said darlinggg yes." She purposefully dragged out the syllables from the pet name. Putting focus on my reminder to act like a couple. Instead of aggravating me even more it just adds to my interest in her.

I bring my hand to the side of her face, tucking a stray curl behind her ear whilst whispering, "Try be a bit more genuine, we still are in public."

Her eyes meet mine in an intense gaze. Her piercing orbs meet my honey ones. A staring match. I don't dare break our connection as she mutters out her next words.

"Sorry baby." The innocent words appear sinful in this state. Our eye contact, the intensity in which she looks at me. The way her rosy lips form the words. The conviction of her words, I could almost believe she meant it.

Except I knew the truth. She didn't. We weren't an item. I had to stop thinking about her in such ways. I liked Angie for Merlin's sake. I loved her.

I desperately pushed all thoughts from my mind. Not allowing them to poison our moment with my dirty thoughts. She couldn't know.

But during my distress she caught on. Hands stalling their tangled movements with mine, red splotches appearing on her cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I never meant for that nickname to make you uncomfortable," she rushed out.

Stumbling over her words, thinking she'd made me uncomfortable. Oh thank god. She didn't know. I am flooded with relief that I didn't make her uncomfortable.

"Huh? Not at all, it's great, believable." I reassure her. Except she doesn't look it at all.

"But- your face. You seemed distant, uneasy." She tried again.

"No, Flora, trust me," I whisper back.

I take her head between my hands again, leaning forward to place a kiss upon her forehead. To calm the storm inside that I caused. To force the redness streaking her skin back inside. My breath is hot against her, perspiration beads fresh on her skin. I wonder what it would be like in a more intimate moment. Would we both share the same breathlessness? Sweaty bodies colliding?

No. Stop. George stop.

It wasn't fair to her. It was disgusting of me to even be speaking to her whilst unknowingly thinking of all the ways we could be together. But we couldn't. I didn't want her in that way and she didn't want me.