Life after the War

Being a Bitch

I hate it.

I hate feeling like this. I don't know why the hell I'm acting like this. Maybe it's mood swings or something. Maybe I'm preganant again. But that couldn't be it. Right?

Currently, George, Adam and I are back at the apartment. Adam is taking a nap in his room and George and I are lounging on the couch in the living room. 

George slid his arm around me and started kissing my neck. I pulled away and started to walk to the kitchen. Behind me, George sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Whats wrong with you? You've been acting really weird. Well, weirder then usual." 

I scoffed and shook my head. I then walked back into the living room. I stood in the doorway, my arms crossed across my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, sarcasm in my voice. 

George stood up and stuffed his hands in his front pockets. He sighed again. "Well, that thing with Ron the other night. And the Charlie told me-"

"I don't know, George!" I yelled, throwing my hands up. "I really don't know what the fuck is wrong with me!" I bursted out in tears. George ingulfed me in a hug, rubbing my back. 

"Are you...are we having another baby?" He asked quietly. I shook my head. "Is it mood swings?" Again, I shook my head. 

I then pulled away, wiping my face free of tears. "I-I think it has something to do with the ring I found." George too the ring off my finger and pulled out his wand. He threw it in the air.

"Expulso!" He shouted and the ring exploded into hundreds of tiny little pieces. The pieces fell the floor, scattering everywhere. "There we go. You're not gonna be a bitch anymore." He grinned a little as he picked up the pieces of the ring with magic, throwing them in the garbage. 

I heard Adam crying from his room, so I go in there and take care of my baby. 

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I lay in bed, not being able to sleep. I couldn't after what happened today. In the morning I would have to call Ron and Charlie and apologize and explain about what happened with the ring. Beside me, George had wrapped his arms around my body. We had put Adam to sleep hours before turning in ourselves. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table, which read that it was close to one in the morning. I sighed quietly.

"Are you okay?" George whispered in the dark.

I turned around and faced him, his bright brown eyes shining bright. "Yeah. I'm fine." I lied. I then smiled at him. He seemed content with the answer and we both fell asleep in each others arms. 

A/N Sorry it's short but I've been having writers block. So, if you have any ideas just let me know and I'll write about it! 

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