The Other Potter. Book Four.

Deranged little Trees.

I was released from the hospital wing only the next day, whereas Harry had to stay in for longer. I found Cho Chang, like Cedric wanted me too, and I told her what he said. She cried more, and I hugged her.

The Diggorys came to speak to us. I said how he loved them. I told them how he was brave, and smart, and how he saved my life. Mr. Diggory sobbed the whole time, but Mrs. Diggory seemed to be beyond tears.

The enormity of everything over the last two days hadn’t sunk in yet, but I knew what would come. I knew the future, and I knew it would be sad.

I knew I couldn’t stop it.

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I walked into the almost empty common room, and I saw it.

I saw him.

 “George,” I said perhaps a little too loudly.

He turned from where he sat, saw me and his face broke into a smile.

“Willow!” And awkwardly, he rolled off his chair and across the floor until he reached me.

I sat down next to him and we just sat there in a silence.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I practically saw him mentally slap himself. “Of course you’re not. Stupid question.”

He kept rambling, and I couldn’t stop myself.

As our lips met, it was almost as though the world was correcting it’s self.

“I couldn’t go without letting you know...” I smiled as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He said softly. “You’re my deranged little tree.”

“That’s so romantic!” I said, unable to stop smiling.

“Hey, at least I’m not calling you the Whomping Willow.” He smirked, raising his eye brows.

“Geez, keep your voice down. That will spread like wildfire.”

“You spread like wildfire.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“If you think about it, it does.”

I sat a moment.

I spread like wildfire.

“No it doesn’t. You’re talking crap. You’re such a lemon!” I whined.

At that moment the portrait hole opened, and two first years walked in.

“Don’t be a cow!”

“I don’t see your name on it!”

“Are you insulting my intelligence?”

“YOU’RE SUCH A LEMON!” And the pair continued bickering nonsense up the stairs.

I looked at George, who had a massive smile on his face.

“See, I’m right. I’m always right.” He smirked.

“Shall I bow down to you, your majesty?” I asked dramatically.

“You must! It is the law!”

“Okay, well you need to stand up, ‘cause I ain’t getting any lower.”

“That’s what she said.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s okay, because I love me.” George said as he started to roll around on the floor again.