Snape's Precious Cargo (ON HOLD)

Snape's Precious Cargo: The Breakdown. (Chapter 5)

I tried to keep up with my dad, who didn't slow down until we reached his classroom. He opened the door, and I quickly walked in before he slammed in. 

"I would have expected better from you Ellora." He snarled at me, pulling me by the arm until we reached his office. He began to pace, whenever he paced, he was furious. "A Weasley? It is bad enough you are friends with them!" His voice dripped venom. I swallowed hard. "All your life you have done nothing but disappoint me!" He threw a picture from his desk, across the room, making it shatter. "When you were younger, always asking questions, and never being satisfied with answers! Then, you are sorted. Your one chance to make right, and you get sorted into Ravenclaw! Not Slytherin, Ravenclaw!" He was getting angrier, I slouched down in my seat. "Then you go and become friends with those Weasley fools and other Gryfindors. Disgusting! Oh, and you make friends with Potter. When I thought it couldn't get any worse, you decide to date a Weasley!" He was screaming now, and throwing things. My anger began to boil, he really could never love me for who I was.

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" My voice cracked as I yelled. My father spun around, his face shocked. I never fought back. "Why can't you love me? Why can't you be proud of my accomplishments, and love me even with my failures?!" Tears began to well up in my eyes. "The Weasley's love me. Molly treats me like a daughter, as does Arthur. Something you never did! You left me with Madam Prompfrey most of the time anyway!" Tears fell freeely now. "I don't care what you think! Stay out of my life, you never wanted to be in it in the first place!" I stood up, and left his office, and ran out of the room. I didn't stop running until I crashed into someone. 

"El, honey? What's wrong?" I breathed a sigh of relief at George's voice. He pulled me into his arms. "Come on, walk with me." His voice was gentle, and we eventually made it to the Gryffindor common room. He sat on the couch, pulling me into his lap. I buried my face into his chest, and broke down about my dad. Something I have never let anyone see me do. 

I tore my head away from George's shoulder and took a breath. I looked around the common room. Hermionie, Ron and Harry were discussing something. Ginny was studying, Fred and Lee were playing wizard chess, with Angela watching. 

"Are you okay?" George's voice was husky and sleepy, and unbelievably sexy. If it wasn't for the sinking feeling in my stomach, and lump in my throat, I would be all over him. 

"Yes." My throat was dry, and my eyes burned. I was lying, and I knew that he knew it. I was too proud to admit I was upset, which is silly, considering I just cried for hours on his lap. I buried my face back in his chest, and breathed in his scent. He smelt like the forest after a spring rain. A scent I have known and loved for years. I never imagined I would end up with George. He was just a dorky older brother of sorts to me, as was Fred. We met on the train first year, George and Fred asked if they could sit with me. I was by myself, with a book. So of course I said yes. We were friends ever since, I spent part of the holiday with them, after much begging from them, then all the begging I had to do to so my father would let me go. After the first hug from Molly, I felt at home. 

"What are you thinking about?" George whispered. 

"The first time I spent the holiday with you, and you tricked me into looking at the pond, and I accidentally fell in, and a frog bit my nose." I began to laugh. His face broke out into a huge smile.

"Mum was going to kill us. Your nose was red for days." He busted out into a fit of laughter.

"I was going to kill you!" I jokingly hit his shoulder. Our laughs subsided, and I looked back at him. He brushed my hair away from my face, and gently leaned in, brushing his lips against mine, for the second time. Electricity ran through me, my worries and hurt began to fade away. I crushed my lips against his again, as if it was the last kiss I would ever had. He laughed into the kiss, and pulled me back on his lap.

George pulled away from me, and smiled. He looked around the room and pulled me off his lap. He grabbed my hand and led me upstairs, closing and locking the door. He was leaning against the door, with a devilish glint in his eyes. I walked towards him, wrapped my arms around him, placing my head on his chest. 

"You are too cute El." He chuckled, and pulled me to his bed, where he sat on the edge. I wasn't sure what to do, we had never "made out", we just began kissing. I walked awkwardly to him, sitting next to him. He was rubbing his hands together. He looked at me, and leaned in to my lips. I pressed mine against his, letting our mouths move. Thoughts raced through my head, did he want more? Was this going to fast? Would Molly approve? I pulled away, and cleared my throat. He furrowed his brows. "Did I do something?"

"No, you didn't. This is just a different George than I am used to." He looked upset, and my heart jumped into my throat. "Not bad, not bad at all. I am just-" I was at a lost for words.

"Not used to it?" He offered and I nodded smiling. "Neither am I. I have never really been with someone." He laughed a bit, but it was dry.

"Yeah, I know what you mean." I chuckled, and crossed my legs. "Do you think your mum would approve?" I felt my voice crack. I wanted to please Molly, she was a mom to me. He began to genuinely laugh. I was confused, he was in hysterics. "Uh, George?" He gasped for air and smiled at me, taking my hand.

"Mum loves you, and kept hinting all summer to me that I should ask you out." His statement brought a smile to my face, along with relief. He put his hand on my hip, and began to tickle me. I threw myself away from him, further back on the bed. He followed, pinning me down. I began to loose my breath. Finally he stopped, kissing my cheek. I calmed down, leaned my head on his chest, and listened to his heartbeat.