Heartbreak (Hermione x George) [Discontinued Because Not Giving]

The kitchen

H:
"George, how could he do this to me?"

It was 3 hours after George had picked me up off the floor and taken me back to his apartment. In that time I had cried, showered, gotten changed into some of George's sweats, and drank hot cocoa, which George made while I was in the shower. It tasted sweet and comforting, and it was my favourite drink. Now I was back to crying again.

"I know Hermione, I'm so so sorry." He said, tucking my hair behind my ear. I was lying with my head on his lap, staring up at him.

"I mean, we were in love! I loved him! And then he does this!" I cried. I pulled his sweater over my eyes. It smelt like him, like salted caramel and roasted chai. I relished the scent, breathing it in. He slowly pulled the sweater down again, and I looked at him.

"I know Hermione. He doesn't deserve you." He offered me a small, sweet smile.

"Thanks George" I whispered, running my fingers through his fluffy copper hair. "You're a really good friend" I spoke softly.

Quickly, I sat up, so I was straddling him. I leant in to kiss him, but he stopped me.

"Hermione" He spoke. I felt my eyes begin to water, just from his tone.

"As much as I would like to do this, and beleive me.." He glanced down at my lips, "It is alot, I don't want to take advantage of you. Less then 3 and a half hours ago, you were about to marry my brother. I'm gonna give you some time, okay?" He said, his voice filled with kindness. I looked down.

"Yeah. No yeah you're right, this was a bad idea." I looked around, trying not to look at him so I didnt cry. He knew what I was doing, and he hugged me close to his shoulder.

"I never said that, Hermione." I pulled back and he grinned. I rolled my eyes.

G:
Hermione Granger tried to kiss me. And I stopped her. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I get that I did it for a good reason. It was the right thing to do. But still, lying in bed hours later, I couldnt stop craving the feeling of her lips on mine. I drifted into a light and restless sleep

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It was 3:02 AM when I woke up. I heard banging in the kitchen, followed by a whispered, high pitched "shit" What in the world was Hermione doing to my kitchen?

I walked out and smirked. Hermione had somehow deposited the entire contents of my cabinet onto the floor. She turned.

"George! Oh my gosh you scared me!!" I laughed, looking pointedly at the ground, where quite a few pans, pots, and containers lay.

"How did you manage that, Granger?" I said, raising my eyebrows at her. She looked at me.

"I wanted a glass of water." She said, matter-of-factly, as if that explained the mess on the floor.

"Okay well, for a start, the glasses are over there." I chuckled, pointing to a cabinet on the other side of the room.

"Oh" she said sheepishly, looking at where I was pointing, "Thankyou that is .. very helpful" she said, as the contents of the cupboard levitated back to where they belonged. I raised my eyebrows.

"Well shit mines, thats impressive." She grinned. It wasn't common for someone to be able to master wandless magic. "How did you do that?"

She laughed. She had such a pretty laugh. It was better than any sound I had heard before. I couldn't wait to hear what she sounded like when she moaned my name. "I taught myself" she said, bringing me back to reality. I raised an eyebrow, asking for more details.

"Well ... You know that night at Malfor Manor? I know you weren't there but..." She looked at her left forearm, at the word 'MUDBLOOD' scarred in harsh letters. I grimaced. "Yeah.. I'm familiar." I said quietly. She nodded, in thought. "That was the worst night of my life." She said, looking straight at me. "And I had nothing that could help me once Bellatrix took my wand. Absolutely nothing." Her voice wobbled. I pulled her in, close to my chest. She spoke again. "From that day forward, I vowwed to teach myself wandless magic, so that I could never be held defenceless again." My shirt was becoming wet, and I realised she was crying. I squeezed her tight, resting my chin on her head.

"Well Mione, you are the bravest, strongest person I know. I don't reckon anyone could touch you. But if they did, I would kill them. Okay?" I said softly. She nodded, and her tears stopped. She pulled back from our hug. "You go back to bed, Mines. Ill bring you your glass of water, alright?" She nodded and kissed ny cheek. "Goodnight George." She whispered. "Goodnight Hermione." He whispered back. And then she walked back to bed. George touched his cheek, where her soft, rosy lips had touched. He smiled slightly, and then fetched her glass of water.