Friendship on Fire | Fred & George Weasley

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Nothing hurts more than having your heart broken...And I have dealt with so many things in my young life. But having someone you love, someone you gave your heart to...the person you trusted with everything you have....just to have them take your heart and stomp it into the dirt, hurts more than any physical pain I had to endure. Fred Weasley was the first boy I loved...and he completely ruined everything. I could forgive him for not believing me about my rape, but for him to corner me in the dark...have me backed against the wall....have him force his mouth against mine...now that just brought back too many painful memories and was unforgivable.

oddly enough the only person I could turn to about anything was his twin brother. George was my back bone for everything I was going through...My broken heart, My missing best friend...my dead parents...and a cousin who wouldn't respond who lived with death eaters...so god only knows what was happening to him right now. I had always just thought of George as my best friend, a third of our own little trouble making trio. He was what I thought like family to me, like the brother I never had...but lately I couldn't help but feel that all of that had changed.

I was feeling similar things for George as I had before with Fred. That kiss George and I shared at my graduation party ignited something within me that just wouldn't go away. I was thinking about him in more ways than one, and I was feeling like I was betraying Fred even though I was thoroughly done with him. George had always been there...George had never done me wrong..and somehow I felt safe when George was around, like nothing could touch me.

I was going to miss George terribly when I left today to go back to school. I haven't seen him since the incident in the shop last week, but we were writing each other every night. He said that Fred was completely isolated and distant, and he didn't know exactly what was happening to his twin brother. I was dying to go and see him, but I just couldn't bring myself to go to the shop that held the painful memory of what Fred had done to me only days before.

I had written him asking him to see me before the train left at eleven AM so I could say goodbye. But at 10:45 he was nowhere to be seen. I smiled at the passing children who were hugging and saying goodbye to their families. But I longed for the chance I never got to stand on this platform and wave out of the window to my darling parents. They never got to see me graduate or send me off to my first job, my dream of becoming a healer was almost a reality...and I had no one to share it with...well besides Nymph of course.

"You ok kiddo?" Remus asked as he saw me craning my neck to catch a glimpse of a certain red head. I just nodded and fiddled with my fingers. "They would have been proud baby sister" Nymph said as she pulled me into a tight hug. I felt a tear fall from my cheek and land on her ivy green sweater, but quickly wiped my eyes preventing any farther tears. "I love you" I whispered in her ear. "I love you to...and Im so proud of you, you smarty pants!" She exclaimed and kissed my forehead.

After making small talk with my sister and Remus I heard the horn signaling the trains departure. I gave them final quick hugs, but still was upset that George never came. I was almost onto the train and a pair of hands yanked me backwards causing me to fall into a pair of strong masculine arms. George Weasley was standing in front of me panting as if he had just ran a marathon. "George you came!" I exclaimed with an excited smile. He just smiled before taking my face in his hands and placing a soft warm kiss on my lips. I sighed into his gentle touch and kissed him back.

"Don't miss me too much" I whispered with a wink. He just gave a sad smile before responding " Come out with me? first Hogsmeade trip?" He asked frantically as the train started to move with me still standing in the small doorway, George started running beside the train trying to keep up with us. "of course!" I shouted back. George stopped running immediately as he was almost to the end of the platform. The last thing I saw was him blow me a kiss before the train belted down the tracks out of Kings Cross Station....