Shit, I'm Falling For A Weasley || George Weasley

Chapter Twenty Four - In which the men in my life have a crisis

The shocking departure of Dumbledore was not something that was easy for me to accept. Though the story of how his bad-ass exit meant that half the Ministry was devoted to finding him was immensely amusing, it still did not make me feel any better about his absence. It has meant that I've been able to reach out to my guardian, talking to him about the various different worries in my mind. But even he had no answer for what Dumbledore's task is going to be. 

It's something to do with the diamond, that much is confirmed, but the actual task is a mystery. The longer the Headmaster remains away, the happier Severus seems. Perhaps he believes that eventually I'll give up, but with each passing moment, the opposite occurs. My determination is more cemented.

"Miss Argent, please tuck in your shirt and fix your tie," Umbridge says in a high pitched voice as she walks past me. Scowling, I oblige to her demands. As the new Headmistress, there is nothing we can do unless we have the desire for an early summer. Without DA lessons and Quidditch long out of the picture, it seems like escaping is all George wants to do. He wants to leave. But he can't, not yet. Not whilst I'm still stuck here.

Things have been looking up between us. They're actually quite brilliant. As Ginny says, it's like being in the 'honeymoon' phase all over again. He hasn't mentions the patronus again, but that seemed to the remedy to all our fighting. We don't aggravate each other intentionally. For instance, when I see a first year walk out of Umbridge's room with a bleeding hand, I don't storm into her office and claim she's abusing students. Instead I walked away and released my anger in more healthier manner, like screaming into a pillow. 

I've noticed that both George and Fred took it upon themselves to comfort those who have detentions with Umbridge and the sight warms my heart. Unfortunately every time I consider doing the same, I get angry and when I do, I'm scared I'll end up doing something irrational. It does not take a genius to figure out that my irritability is sourced from elsewhere, but for now, I try to avoid all situations that could potentially set me off. 

George doesn't push me about finding out anything about my past and the days of selling goods to giggly fourth years are long gone. We're both afraid of losing each other, so we're attempting to keep the peace for as long as possible. Maintaining each other's happiness is the main priority. But I can't help and wonder how long this could possibly last?

He's been acting especially strange these past few days. This morning for instance I caught him staring at me looking really worried and upset. He has something big on his mind, but he doesn't want to tell me. I don't push him to find out. I smile and laugh like normal, but in the back of my mind, I know I'm fooling myself for thinking I can keep this up.

Shaking the thoughts out of my head I push the door to the Potions room.

Though my relationship has somewhat improved with my guardian, I can't help but feel a little bitter about the way he handled everything. Things could have been a lot easier if he chose to be honest from the start. 

"Lily, you came," Severus says almost sounding surprised. Our last conversation did end quite heatedly as I kept pushing to find out more about the diamond. Pursing my lips, I take a seat in my usual chair. The premise of this request was information, had he not mentioned the diamond then perhaps I wouldn't have bothered coming at all. 

"What's going on?" I ask, keeping  my face neutral. I notice pain flash in Severus' eyes, but remain undeterred. Just thinking about how I spent my childhood believing I murdered my father is enough to get me riled up again.

"I- You- Pro-" He starts but then stops. Well this is new. Severus lost for words. He looks like he's struggling to find the right way to say something but then gives up.