One-Shots for Contests

The Secret Life Of Claire (Hearteye121)

Claire’s/Jessica’s Point of View

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“Jess!” George shouted my name over the heart pumping music. “Are you having fun?”

“Loads!” I replied with a huge grin, just as Adam Levine began to sing the opening notes of Payphone.

My hand found George’s as we stared at the stage, spending our one year anniversary at a Maroon 5 concert. George somehow got the tickets for the front row in Cadogan Hall,London.

 I’m not going to lie, but being in a room filled with only Muggles is sort of weird. It seems like in the non-magic world people are so different. I mean, I’ve obviously come in contact and conversed with Muggles before, but I wasn’t alone; I was with my parents, or Draco (to my distaste), and there weren’t thousands of Muggles surrounding us.

I’m torn from my thoughts as George nudges me.

“I love you, you know,” he says while kissing my cheek.

”And I love you so much more now that you got these tickets,” I joke back, smiling at him before turning my attention back towards the stage.

Both of us were silent for a little as the song progressed. Sometime during the song, the lead singer of Maroon 5, Adam Levine, reached out into the crowd, grabbing my hand, causing to me to go in a frenzy of nervous giggles.

”George! Did you see that? He touched my hand!” I gush.

”I know, who do you think made him do it?” he grins mischievously, showing me his practically concealed wand that was hidden under his coat.

”You’re such a bad influence on me,” I chuckle, smiling at him.

”But you love it,” he smirks.

“Eh,” I reply, trying to keep a serious face, but I can’t hold it too long, and I break out into a huge smile.

After a short minutes silence between us, the crowd roars as Daylight begins to start.

“Jessica?” George asks me, giving my hand a slight squeeze.

“Yeah?” I ask, tearing my eyes from the stage to look at him.

“If I’m going to do this, I want to do it right.”

”Do…?” I drag out, looking into his eyes. George opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it quickly. He takes my hand and pulls me out of the theatre and into the lobby, so he doesn’t have to yell over the crowd.

”I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah…” I reply, confused.

“And I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Oh.” I simply reply. It’s not a sad ‘oh’, or a disappointed ‘oh’, not even a confused ‘oh’. But it’s an ‘oh’ that resulted from complete serendipity.

“After Fred died, I’d never thought I’d be able to be happy again. Hell, I wasn’t even able to conjure up a Patronus. But after meeting you, I feel happier than I have in a long time. And because of you, I’ve realized that Fred doesn’t want me to mourn over him, but move on, learn to be happy again, and… love someone.”

My eyes water up, causing George to smile nervously.

”And I know I should be getting on one knee, but this floor is very dirty,” George jokes, scrunching up his nose in disgust. “Ah, whatever, for you, it’s worth it.”

He drops to one knee, pulling a black satin box out of his pocket, revealing a square cut diamond on a beautiful silver band. I gasp, noticing how truly big the diamond is.