Things Never Last (Threequal to Things Change A George Weasley Love Story)

She Had Me

"George Weasley, I trust you ok? Now bloody do it before I change my mind"

I swear, just pointing the wand at my face, isn't going to fix anything. 

George took me into the bathroom and was now stalling, bloody wanker.

His wand hovered above my face, unable to snap out of his nervous trance.

Honestly, it's not like he can make it any worse.

"Whatever happens, it's an improvement" I chuckled sadly looking at the battered and bloody girl in the mirror. 

I could have been plopped onto the set of the years greatest horror flick and fit right in.

"George, I'll haunt you about it till you make an actual effort"

Pushing his shoulder back, I gave him a small smirk.

"You can only haunt someone if you're dead" He corrected.

"You want to test that out? Because I really don't think you do" 

Crossing my arms, I welcomed the challenge.

"Don't you start" George smiled, picking me up and sitting me on the sink top. 

I clapped my hands together in excitement.

"Does this mean you are finally going to do it?"

He rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Good, I've finally worn him down. 

"Don't hold your breath Carter, I can't promise anything" He said, looking deep into my emerald eyes.

The way he held my gaze mixed with his general closeness made me, almost, vulnerable.

I quickly shook the feeling away.

"Im not asking you too!" I whined "Do it"

"I will" He stated

"Now!"

"Hold on will ya!" This time his tone was stern which only made me press the matter.

"DO IT GEORG........"

"BLOODY HELL FINE!" He screamed, "EPISKEY!"

I winced my eye shut.

Suddenly I could feel the skin on my face and neck tighten. Coming together with tissue to heal over every last indented word on my body. The sensation was quickly over leaving my face feeling hot.

I lifted my hand up; letting the tips of my fingers brush lightly against the new skin, it felt thin and weak.

"It's so sensitive"  I whispered barley opening my mouth.

Stepping down off the sink, I turned and looked in the mirror.

The words of hate and disgrace were erased, leaving only pinkish pale skin in their place.

"I look like the crypt keeper" 

George snickered, "Yeah, you do"

No sympathy.

Spinning around I balled up my fists and let his right arm feel my wrath. 

"Shut...your...cakehole...Weasle" I chuckled inbetween punches.

Holding his hands up in defeat I ceased with my rendition of Rocky.

"Uh, OWE!" He exclaimed, "Might as well call me Fred while youre at it"

Smirking, I flicked the light off in the bathroom and made my way into the hall.

George not too far behind.