Hogwarts is what you make it (Reader x Harry Potter Characters)

George Weasley x Reader (romance) / Smile once more like you did before

A/N I actually wrote this a while back so I'm posting it because i just found it again. Surprise, surprise it's another Weasley twin story, what can I say I love 'em. I've also just started to upload all my oneshot fic onto tumblr (hpficalldayallnight). I got the title from the ABBA song Chiquitita but I replaced try with smile.

Set after the battle. Again, apologies for any errors or inaccuracies, if you find one tell me and I'll fix it 🙂 I swear I'll try and write something (someone) different soon 😉 A/N

You apparated a short distance a way from a large homely building you knew as the burrow. It looked darker somehow like a large grey cloud was looming over it and it's inhabitants.

You cautiously made your way up to the front door and knocked twice. A large dish of steaming food was a welcome source of warmth to your chilled hands in the slight spring chill. Just as a gust of wind swept past you, the door swung open to reveal Molly Weasley. She smiled but you could tell it was forced even if she hadn't meant it to be. You didn't blame her after everything, it was hard for most to smile at the losses from the war especially those closet.

"Hello, dear." She said in an attempt at a cheery tone.

"Hi. I-uhm." You stumbled with unsureness in your voice. You held up the dish of casserole as if to let it speak for you. "I brought this. It's not much but-"

"Oh thank you, how kind. Do come in." Molly ushered you in and took the steaming plate as you passed her. As you walked into the kitchen with her you got a closer look at her eyes which were puffy and red, her face looked tired.

You stood awkwardly as she placed the dish with an array of others, whether made by Molly herself or by others as gestures for her loss, you didn't know. You glanced around, nobody else seemed to be here. It occurred to you as strange with their usually being so many occupants.

Molly caught your sweeping glance and motioned for you to sit at the table. "Arthur's in the shed, working on things helps distract him." She started answering your unasked question. "Ginny's with Harry visiting Bill and Fleur, Percy's upstairs asleep I assume and Ron and Hermione have gone to Australia to find her parents." She hesitated before continuing at my inquisitive look. "And George- he's upstairs too." She said it whilst avoiding my gaze and in a tone that sounded as if it caused her pain.

"Is he alright?" You knew it was stupid question before the last word uttered from your mouth but you wanted to know. He was still your boyfriend after all.

You had been dating since your 6th year when your date to the Yule ball had stood you up and George had offered to dance with you after his date had mysteriously fallen ill. (You later discovered that Fred had slipped her a puking pastille.) But George had actually been your crush for 4 years prior. In your second year when you were being taunted by another student for being in (Y/H) in the corridors, George had been close by and stood up for you and escorted you back to your common room to make sure you were okay, that's when the feelings towards him started.

Molly looked at you with a small smile but it soon faltered as she answered your question. "He's- been better." She said vaguely looking towards the staircase with a frown. She turned back to you. "He's been drinking." Your heart sunk at the thought. He was trying to numb the pain of loss with drink. "I've tried-" she held back a sob as a tear rolled down her cheek. "I've tried to stop him but he won't listen. I don't want to lose him too." She said the last sentence in a voice barley above a whisper, hoping you wouldn't hear but you did. You grabbed her hand and smiled at her the best you could.

"Can I?" You nodded your head towards the staircase. Molly nodded as you made your way over, as you climbed the first step you looked back. Molly was wiping her tears hurriedly and putting dishes into the refrigerator.