Harry Potter AUS

Words Can't Bring Me Down//George//

 I am alone in the bathroom, crying. Again. With only Moaning Myrtle for company, and (thankfully) she had decided to haunt some other pipes for this hour.

I shouldn't be crying. I need to be stronger than this. But I can't help it, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle's words had just hurt so much.

"Fat." "Pig." Why couldn't I be skinny like the other girls?

I take a few deep breaths. I look in the mirror, splash some water in my face, and whisper, "Everything is going to be okay."

Because I know it is. I like the way I look, and if other people don't, why should I care? There are more important things than appearance, anyways.

After a few moments, I gather up my things and leave the bathroom, head held high. As I walk into the hall, I am met with a familiar face.

George Weasley, my best friend.

"Hey, y/n," he smiles at me, "You look pretty today."

I return his smile with one of my own. When he compliments me, I feel pretty.

"You know none of the stuff Draco was saying is true, right?" he asks.

I nod. "Sometimes, it just hurts. You know?"

George takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. "Yeah, I know. But I love the way you look. Andyour personality."

"I love you, George," I say with a laugh.

"Love you too, y/n," he replies without missing a beat. "Let me know if they bother you too much. Fred and I have a couple tricks up our sleeves."