A/N
This chapter take a bit of an... unexpected twist! I hope you like it!!!
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"Belle? Is that you?"
"Yeah..." Suddenly I felt his lips on mine. I pulled away slightly and he got the hint, "Okay, so what did you want to talk to me about? It's freezing!"
"I just wanted to say that I was so-"
"George Weasley if you say that you're sorry then I'm going to smack you! You didn't do anything I just over reacted, I'm sorry!" I shouted.
"No, I'm sorry that-"
I smacked him on the back of his head... hard, "Bad!"
"I'm not a dog! You can't just control me!"
"Control you!? So that's your latest theory!?"
"Latest theory!? Who are you to say I'm the one with theories!? You're the one who had the theory that I was saying that I loved you just so I could sleep with you!"
"At least I admitted I was wrong!" I screamed, feeling hot tears burn my eyes.
"I have no reason to admit that I'm wrong!" he shouted back. Just then I thought about what it would feel like to lose him for good... what if I screwed this up too much and I can't fix it?
"Oh God," I whispered, my legs started to shake and I just fell to the ground, "Oh shit."
"What?" he snapped. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths.
"You... you wanna break up don't you?" I asked shakily. When he didn't answer me I let the first tear fall, "Don't you?"
He still didn't say anything so I just stood up and ran towards the castle. The tears were falling fast now but I didn't care. All I wanted to do was get away from him.
It's not that I hated him, of course I didn't. I just couldn't bare to see him after I did all of this. I had a really bad habit of screwing up the best things that I had, and this was my best example. I ran into the Ravenclaw commonroom and slammed my dorm door behind me. I sat down at the foot of my bed and hid my head in my hand, sobbing harder now that I had stopped running, "Belle? What's wrong now?"
"I think... I think he w-wants t-to bre... I think he wants to break up," I choked out before leaning into her for support.
"What!? Now why would he ever want to do that!?" she squealed, looking into space in disaproval.
"B-because I s-screwed it up," I sobbed shoving my face in my pillow.
"Well, I think I should tell you now that me and Fred are taking a break. We're starting to think we just weren't meant for eachother... maybe you and George are the same way?"
"No! I won't believe it! George and I are meant for eachother!" I sobbed. We just sat there in silence for a little while.
"Well, I think I'll be heading off to bed now... night," I said awkwardly.
"Okay..."
***the next morning***
I opened my eyes, then shut them against the sunlight, "Bloody hell, Annabelle! If you don't get up I swear I'm going to beat you!"
"Whatever," I sighed, standing up and slipping on my clothes for the day, "It's Saturday, right?" I asked her. Elise nodded and looked at me for a minute.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah... of course. I'm going for a walk."
"What about breakfast?"
