Hope is a Four Letter Word {George Weasley}

Chapter 13

I was actually supposed to come on Saturday but then I was being lazy and so I just said I would do two updates and Sunday but now it's Monday and I'm afraid you're only getting one update, apologies for that but there should be a few more this week

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I think I just killed George Weasley. 

He wasn't speaking, his face was unmoving, I don't think he's blinked in the past five minutes and I really don't know whether he's breathing or not. It's like he's unconscious but with his eyes open. 

And the longer he doesn't speak, the more my chest begins to fill with dread because it was the stupid thing that I said that was making him act all weird. I hadn't even intended to say it, it only kind of came out without any permission on my part. 

Of course, that didn't matter, because either way I'd said it and, of course, either way I meant it. I'm just not confident enough to say something like that with knowledge that I'm actually saying it. 

I breathed out a sigh of relief as George finally took an obvious breath of air and begin to move his mouth but no words came out. He only ended up looking like a fish in water as he tried to think of what he should say. And I'm not sure what made me feel worse, him looking unconscious or him not actually being able to think of a reply to what I had said. 

Deciding we had both been standing here awkwardly for way too long, I quickly climb off the ladder and look at my watch, acting like the time was a surprise to me. 

"Well anyway, I have to go get this Hen party all planned so I guess the next time I will see you is at the wedding tomorrow, if you decide to come of course. Anyway, thanks for helping out. I'll get Draco to give me a bit more money for yourself!" I say as I basically run out of the building as quickly as I can, trying to get away from that awkward silence but the scene keeps repeating itself in my head. I don't know what to do. 

I still have no clue what I'm actually supposed to do for this Hen party and now I have all these thoughts of George on my mind distracting me too. I think when my brain was trying to make things happen with George, all it really did was stop things from ever possibly happening which was just fantastic. 

I got home and quickly grabbed my things for this Hen party and decided to go there before George arrived home and thankfully I actually managed to get out before he got here. I got an idea, right as I apparated into the house. I dropped my bag upstairs and apparated to one of my favourite places ever. 

I look towards my great friend over the years and he looks to me with a surprised look. After a minute his look of surprise is turned into a knowing look and he begins laughing at me. 

"Not a chance, Iris! That was a joke and you know it was," he tells me, covering his face with his hands as he howls out in laughter. I grab onto his arms and pull them away from his face, beginning to jump up and down like an excited bunny. 

"But come on! It'll be so funny! You know it will! And you know for a fact Tommy won't mind, he's cool like that. He knows you're gay and you would never be interested in any of the girls there, but I need you to do a cake for it too. Nothing big, just a small cake," I pleaded with him, basically grasping at his arm as I fall to the ground and look up at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes I can manage. Vince laughs and I can tell he's giving in because of how desperate I am. 

"I'm not agreeing, I need to ask Tommy first. And how long do I have to make the cake?" He asked, looking at me with a smirk. I began jumping up and down, knowing that Tommy would most certainly have no objections with me stealing Vince away for the night. Tommy knew Vince could go off the rails but he honestly trusted Vince with things like these and knew he would do nothing, especially with girls.