Remember

Hide and Seek

Present. 11:00 AM

Cher grabs your hand, and you wince, snapping back to reality.

"Do you remember now?" You nod. The memory came at you so fast and strong that you feel so out of breath. A deep breath doesn't help, and you panic.

"George knows." You find yourself blushing and you wouldn't be surprised if your face was as bright as a quaffle. "He knows." Cher squeezes your hand, obviously not sure what to say. It isn't like she was there for the part where you started to drink. "I'm never trusting the twins again. Or you! You all planned this!" You are hysterical, and it only took a couple seconds.

"Of course he knows. He likes you back!" Cher looks like she could slap you, and you kind of wish she would.

"How come I didn't know what happened? Why did I forget, no matter how hard I racked my brain for answers?" You reach behind you for some support and sit down on a rickety chair.

"I haven't a clue, (Y/N). Some fancy trick Fred pulled, I suppose," Cher gazes at you as you close your eyes and take a deep breath yet again. "(Y/N), are you okay? You're awfully pale."

You take a weary step after standing up and exit the room. "I'm going to find George." You pick up into a light jog and she follows after you.

"But, what are you going to say?" Her question seems stupid almost, but not quite as ridiculous as what you're thinking at the moment. This is your chance to make everything right. Not only that, but if you find Fred first, you can probably hex him.

"I'm going to confess, that's what." Cher stops, expecting you to too, but you don't. You pick up your speed and run around the corner.

"Confess to what?!" She yells, her voice echoing around you as you leave her behind, desperate to find George before someone else tells him what happened. Your footsteps seem loud in the quiet hall, despite lunch having been 10 minutes ago. You suppose most students have cleared out, but you look inside anyway. There are a few younger Ravenclaws, working on their homework, but no one else.

You're so intent on finding George that can't here the footsteps of someone else behind you. "I knew she would tell." He laughed and you jump, pulling out your wand and pointing it at his chest. It's Fred. "Woah, be careful, you might take your own eye out."

"Not if I'm aiming for yours." You threaten, both of you knowing you would never do such a thing.

Many people have asked in the past, whether to you or someone else, how someone could possibly like one Weasley twin over the other. They looked the same, they acted the same, they liked the same things, so they must be the same person. You would love to spit kick them in the leg. It's definitely not hard to understand.

George has some qualities that Fred lacks. Sure, they are definitely similar in all things described, but not the same.

Fred enjoys seeing people struggle, like now for instance. By making you freak out, it makes the end of the prank all the more enjoyable. George however, is kinder, and less- well- sadistic. He's the one that will clean up the mess when emotions are involved. That's one thing that makes them different, and definitely one of the more telling characteristics.

Fred has always been your friend, and you would never turn on him in a heartbeat. Well, until now.

"Fred, get out of the way." You demand, and his response is something unexpected.

"Okay. He's in the library, have fun." Your response is also something unexpected. Instead of thanking or asking or saying anything, you just run, robes flying behind you while Fred stands with a genuine smile, leaning against the doorway of the Great Hall.

Why the hell would George be in the library? You ask yourself. You can't run in the library, or speak too loud. That'll make it difficult, considering you want to rant your heart out. Your legs seem to take you where you want to go, because you're not even thinking about the turns you're making. Before you know it, you're there, right outside the door. You open it and take a glimpse inside. Immediately, flaming red hair catches your eye.

George is sitting at a round table, facing away from the entrance. You suddenly have a wave of fear wash over you. I can't do this, what am I thinking? Maybe I should just leave now. But the door slams shut, and he turns his head, seeing you right away. He stands up, facing you. There's no way out now.

"Hey." You both weakly say at the same time.

You pause and try to speak at the same time before both shutting up again. You laugh along with him, breaking the tense mood of the room. However, the awkward feeling still was all over the scene.

"You first." He says.
You take a deep breath before you begin your short question, "Do you remember?" He nods.

"Weasley, (L/N), If you must speak so loudly, perhaps you shouldn't be in the library." Madam Pince's sharp voice rings through the library. You cross your arms uncomfortably and apologize right away. George gestures for you to come over to his table, and you do.

"Why don't we just leave the library?" You whisper, taking the seat next to him. George usually is happier in the presence of noise.

"I've never needed to think so much in my entire life, and maybe it's better for it to be quiet." You nod. For you, the silence is only making it more awkward, but whatever he's comfortable with is fine with you.

"So, umm... You like me?" You can't help but smile as you say it. He smiles too and laughs quietly.

"Yeah. And you like me?" He asks, a gleam of hope in his facial expression, even though you can be sure he knows.

"Yes. Who would've thought, right?" It's clear now that you both are blushing brightly. But why? We shouldn't be embarrassed any more.

"So I think it's obvious now that I ask you a question." George runs a hand through his hair and smiles cheekily. "Do you wanna go out sometime?"

"Of course." You run a hand through your hair now, mimicking him. In sync, knowing that you two had come to a conclusion, you both stand and walk toward the door of the library, pausing before he reaches the handle to open the door for you. A cuss word reaches your ears and you look back at George; he raises an eyebrow in confusion, having heard the same thing.

You take a step back and he swings the door open, revealing the culprit of the swear, plus four others: Fred, Cher, Solara, Clea, and Sierra. You notice a long, thin string wrapped around Cher carelessly, holding her hands together and ending over her shoulder.

"Were you eavesdropping?" You accused, glaring at Fred first. Of course he convinced your friends to do it. Fred nods shamelessly.

"How else was I going to find out if you two got together?" You raise your eyebrow at him, crossing your arms.

"I don't know, maybe ask your twin?" He shrugs and gets up.

"George, come on. We've got a prank to plan." George rolls his eyes, smiling.

"No thanks, Fred, I think I'll spend time with my girlfriend instead." An air of smugness surrounds your boyfriend's words. You grin cheekily as a chorus of "aww"s from the other girls greets your ears. It's so nice to hear George say it, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You wink at your friends and they scatter, leaving you two alone once more.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He says, once you two start walking down the corridor.

"Yeah," you reply, finding your hand entangled in his.

"I just want you to know that no matter how long this- we- lasts, I just want you to know that I really, really like you, and..." Before today, you have never heard George being this serious. In an attempt to stop his rambling, you cut him off.

"I love you, too." He faces you and smiles brightly.

"I was going to say I'll remember this day, and you, forever. But, I think you put it better in your own words." You stop, and he does too. You examine the height difference for a minute before reaching up and kissing his cheek quickly and softly, enjoying the effect. His blush is almost as bright as his hair, reaching all the way to his ears.

"Your way of saying it is much sweeter." You squeeze his hand. "I'll remember you too, George Weasley."