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

Chapter 37 - In which George becomes my kryptonite

Groaning I turn to my side. Where am I? Reaching out my hand knocks over a jar of some sorts and I hear it hit the floor with a soft thunk. Light streams into the room as I take a couple of deep breaths. I'm in the Burrow. This is not my room and I'm being watched. I know the last part for a fact because the hairs on my arms are standing on end like they do when your body knows that it's not alone. 

I don't open my eyes though but sigh. I know who it is. Of course I do. Who else would it be? 

Maybe I can pretend to be asleep some more and then they'll just leave, unless they were here to guard me. No... why would they be here as a guard? I shift slightly as I hear someone enter the room. 

"What are you doing here?" A voice whispers and it takes every fibre of my being to stop myself from opening my eyes to see who it is. I can't distinguish the voice. 

"I dunno, I just. I wish we could help her," I hear someone whisper back. "Don't you?" 

"She doesn't want our help. She made that abundantly clear," the first voice replies harshly causing my breath to become slightly uneven. 

"She does! You know she does! You're the one who told me to gi-" 

"That doesn't mean I think we should be opening our arms to her!" The first voice retorts back angrily. I shift again as they both fall silent. 

"Look you shouldn't be up here alone. Mum says dinner's ready so why don't you go down?" The first voice says with a sigh. It almost sounds defeated. 

"But what about Li-" 

"I'll stay okay? I'll... I'll stay with her," the first voice sounds so pained like they're being forced into this situation. My fists clench under the blanket as I wait for the person to leave and sure enough soon after I hear the door close softly- good. Now that one person is gone the other will soon follow. I mean this person doesn't even want to be here by the sounds of it. 

"You can stop pretending now," the voice says in a normal tone. My heart rate picks up suddenly. It's him. But I don't understand? He was the last one I remember seeing before blacking out- how can he be the one who hates me? But of course. I broke his heart and left him, he saw me fight a Death Eater in the summer, he saw me try to run away - why wouldn't he hate me? I have no explanation to give him. Nothing. No reason for my behaviour- none that would make sense to him anyways. 

So I keep my eyes shut. 

"Playing stubborn are you?" He says, the tone of his voice anything but amused. "I can wait all night, I mean I've already eaten - it's you whose gonna get hungry." 

That part's true. I do feel hungry already. But at the same time I refuse to open my eyes. I will not lose - not to him. I can't. 

"Fine," he says as I hear the scraping of a chair. I try to keep my breath steady as I suddenly feel his presence as if he's sitting right next to my bed. "We'll wait."

What am I going to do? The determination in his voice mimics the stubbornness I feel about making sure that he doesn't win this. Whatever this is. 

I hate that he has this much power over me and I barely know him. I try and focus on the memories I know are true of him and all I come up with is some bloody train ride we had together a couple of years ago. That's it. Who is he? How is he going to react? Is he kind hearted or cold? And most importantly how in the world did he make me have any sort of connection with him, because I simply refuse for that to happen again. 

I can do this. I can out wait him. It's not that hard, I mean maybe all of this will mean I'll fall back asleep. But it's like my mind is more alert now than it's ever been. I'm aware of his breathing and I can pretty much feel his presence so much so it's a wonder my eyes aren't open just to check I'm not going crazy.