Hope is a Four Letter Word {George Weasley}

Chapter 10

  hey, sorry, it's a day late again. I'm almost considering just changing the day I update to Monday because I always end up updating on a Monday anyway and I'm going to be doing it next week as well

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 I had decided exactly what my feelings on George were. He was my roommate and I guess I could maybe call him a friend but he was nothing more and never would he be. I was not one to  purposely make complications out of situations like this that there supposed to be done for handiness. 

So I had decided even if I did find myself slight;y attracted to George that nothing should come of it because the last thing I need is to have to move out of another apartment, especially after just losing my job as well. Nothing has been going too great and the last thing I need to do is mess up my easy living situation. 

I liked George but only as a friend. Yes, these were my feelings towards him, I tried to convince myself as I walked home. I was in my dress that I had been told to wear to the engagement party and I had been putting up with sitting next to Blaise for the past few hours. All I really wanted right now was a few minutes to lay back and relax. 

Of course, I didn't actually want to go straight home from the party as I knew I still had some thinking to do about this whole George thing so I had decided walking home was best. I just needed them extra minutes to make up my mind on whether I'm going to try and actually get anywhere with George. 

I walk up the stairs, taking my heels off my feet and sighing as I take my keys from my purse and unlock the door, entering the apartment to see George is sitting on the couch, watching some old movie on the TV with nothing but boxers on. He looks to the door in surprise, jumping up and grabbing a blanket from the armchair. 

"Sorry Iris! I thought you weren't going to be home for another while! Sorry, I'll go put on some pyjama bottoms," George said, his cheeks turning almost as red as his hair as he runs off to his room, the blanket wrapped around his legs. 

I let out a slight chuckle, entering my own room and putting down my shoes before flopping back down onto my bed, letting out a tired sigh. I can't describe the relief I get from finally pulling off my dress and getting into my pyjamas. I slip on some slippers and exit the room to see George at thec counter, stirring at two cups. 

"You look like you've had a long day. Why don't you go take your makeup off and we can drink this hot chocolate and watch one of the black and white movies dad gave me," George suggests. I nod quickly in agreement. This boy knows exactly how to get me in a better mood. 

Mr. Weasley was known for having his muggle obsessions and that included collecting all of these 'movies' they had. George had grown quite fond of them and bought himself a TV and brought a few into his apartment. Since I had moved in, he had caused me to grow attached to the things. They were just so interesting and intriguing. It was a great way to spend your nights alone. 

I entered the bathroom, rubbing the makeup off and brushing my teeth, yawning as I exit. George is sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on his lap and the two hot chocolates sitting on the table in front of us. I walk over, joining him on the couch and stealing part of the blanket he had. 

"Hey, my feet are could now!" George complained as he set the bowl of popcorn on the table, moving over so his feet were now under the blanket again. He continued to move over until he was sitting on top of me. "Ah, that's a lot better. Don't you think, Iris? Iris, where have you gone?"

George begins to chuckle as he holds back my tiny arms as I try to push him off me, pretending to look all around him in search for me. I roll my eyes, trying to break free from his grasp on my arms but to no luck.