The Last Battle

Chapter 2

Warning: Coarse language.

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"Eet lookz zo beautiful in my hair!" Fleur's voice chimes through the house.

I walk down the stairs to find her and Mrs Weasley admiring a diamond tiara resting perfectly on Fleur's blonde hair.

"Oh Maia, how beautiful doez ze tiara look on me?" Fleur asks, twirling in the mirror.

"Fleur it looks lovely." I compliment, walking into the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Today is my first day at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, I'm slightly nervous and extremely tired. I was up most of last night studying for my Healers exam in three weeks, yes I study early.

I slowly pour the hot, strong coffee into a thermo mug and take a sip.

"Dear, I packed you some lunch for today, the twins have already left." Mrs Weasley calls from where she stands with Fleur.

"Thanks Mrs Weasley." I reply and pick up the large breadroll with salad, and what looks like ham. I then walk out into the garden and I pass the protective charms before turning on the spot.

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"Welcome to Weasley's-oh hey Maisey!" Fred greets, stepping down from a box and placing a product on the shelf behind him.

"Hey Fred!" I smile, accepting the fact the my new, and eternal nickname, is Maisey.

"George is in the backroom." He points to the stairs and I thank him. I walk quickly up the stairs, fixing the crinkles in my new uniform and adjusting my hair. I push open the door and my mouth drops open. George is pinned against the wall, SNOGGING a chick in the same uniform as me. From behind I can see that she has long, blonde hair and has purposely shortened her skirt.

"What the fuck George?" I try to sound powerful and angry, but my voice cracks and I sound weak and hurt.

George pushes the girl off of him, guilt and sadness clearly visible on his face, "Maia. It's not what it looks like, I swear."

I hold up my hand, "please don't." I turn on my heel and wipe away tears that have already begun to form. I run down the stairs and straight into Fred's chest.

"Maia, what's wro-"

Before he can finish I take off my apron and shove it into his arms, "I quit." And with that I storm out of the shop. The wind is howling, and the rain is like knives against my skin. I burst into tears and fall against a brick wall inbetween two shops, sliding down it and burying my face into my knees.

Why would George do that?

Did I do something wrong?

Did he no longer feel the same way about me?

"Maia!" I hear him call. By now my clothes are drenched by the rain and my hair is plastered to my face, along with masacara and eyeliner, which I can feel running down my face.

"Piss off George!" I scream as he comes closer, my heart has broken into two.

"It's Fred." I hear Fred say. I look up and see Fred crouching down in front of me.

"Sorry." I reply, wiping my face.

"George told me what happened." He starts.

I laugh coldly, "Did he? And is he sorry for what he did?"

Fred nods, the rain bucketing down onto his hair and dripping down his face, "Maia he want's to talk to you about it. Let's go inside." He stands up and offers his hand to me.

I shake my head, "No. I know this sounds ridiculous but he has to come here if he wants to talk. I am not going near the chick he was snogging."

Fred sighs and nods before turning around and walking back up to the shop.

Minutes late George appears and sits beside me. It is silent for a moment before he speaks, "I don't know what to say."

I roll my eyes, "start with an explanation." I growl through gritted teeth.

He nods, "She was helping me carry boxes out to the counter, and she got closer to me, I started thinking about you and how I couldn't wait to see you-"

"Oh so you were thinking of me while you had your tongue down her throat, how pleasant."

"Please let me talk?" He requests.

I close my mouth and let him continue.

"Anyway she began to tell me how she thought my hair looked cute today, and that reminded me of what you say, then she ran her fingers through it and before I knew it, she was kissing me." He wipes the rain from his forehead, "I didn't know what to do."

"Wow. So this skank just kisses you while you were thinking about me? You knew I would be there any minute and you don't even think to push her away, or even stop her when she touched your hair?! You're pathetic!"

"Maia, I don't have any feelings for her, I promise. I...I love you." He stammers, his cheeks turning pink.

"NOW YOU TELL ME!" I explode, jumping up and glaring at him. He remains seated, his head lowered. "YOU THINK TELLING ME THAT YOU LOVE ME WILL JUST MAKE ME FALL INTO YOUR ARMS AND FORGIVE YOU? For fucks sake George, you haven't even apologised."

"I'M SORRY!" George yells back, pushing himself off the ground, his eyes meeting mine, "I DIDN'T MEAN, WANT, FOR ANY OF THIS TO HAPPEN! YOU'RE MY FRICKIN' GIRLFRIEND!" He pauses and places his hands against my cheeks, "I don't want to lose you." He pulls me forwards and plants his lips on mine. All my thoughts are washed from my minds and I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair.

"I'm-so-so-sorry." George whispers in between kisses, his hands trail down my spine and rest on my waist.

I pull away, I can't just forgive him just like that! Anger bubbles in my stomach again and I push him away. Before I know it, tears are streaming down my face again, "George, I can't." I step back and turn around, running down the street, away from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and away from George.

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Poor Maia, poor George. I felt so bad for them while writing this, but it had to happen. Sorry :'(

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