The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

The Flirt

*George's POV*

"So you can stay in the room across from the bathroom," Freya said as she put away dishes.

"You sure about that?" I muttered, I watched her stand on her tip toes and I had to laugh-she was just so adorable.

Freya turned around and looked at me, I saw comprehension in her eyes but she nodded none the less, "of course! I don't want you to stay on the couch."

"Is there enough room for Fred in there as well?" I asked as I leaned against the counter while she continued to put the remaining dishes away. I had offered to use magic but she said it was cheating to use magic to clean everything.

"Uh...he'll just...we'll worry about that when we get to it!" Freya stuttered, I smiled-I loved that I was getting special treatment right now. "Well...I think I'll turn in then, good night Fey."

Freya laughed as she waved me off, I walked down the hall to the room she indicated and tried opening the door when I realized it was locked. I pulled out my wand and unlocked the door, I stepped in and I felt as if I were looking in Oliver Wood's personal bedroom. There were quidditch posters covering every inch of the walls, a Firebolt and Nimbus 2001 sat in a corner beside a dark oak dresser, there was a desk with papers all over it as if the person had left in a hurry. I noticed that the bedsheets were pink so clearly they were new, what kind of guy would willingly have pink sheets? I sat on the bed and noticed a picture on the nightstand and laughed as I examined it, Freya was being swung around by a tall guy who looked just like Freya aside from the dark shade of brown hair. I smiled slightly, this must be her brother...it looked like they were having so much fun and Freya had a beautiful smile as she was laughing and being swung around by the boy. My heart seemed to throb in pain as I examined it, it looked like they were close, I knew what it would be like if I'd ever lost Fred, Ron or even Ginny...I'd be devastated and even a little lonely. I put the photo down and looked around the room, I couldn't stay in here-it was practically Freya's little memorial to her brother.

I quickly stood up and walked to the living room where Freya was watching something  on a screen. Freya looked up at me from the couch, I couldn't help but notice the bags under her eyes were dark and accented in the light from the screen. She was wrapped in a purple blanket and she shifted so I could join her on the couch.

"Freya...I can't stay in that room," I started as I sat down next to her.

"Why not, is there something wrong with it?" Freya asked concerned.

"It's just....that's your brother's room and I can't...it doesn't feel right," I didn't really know how to explain it.

"He wouldn't have minded actually, but if you're uncomfortable with it then enjoy the couch," Freya smiled slightly.

I shrugged and sighed, "the bed did feel pretty comfy," I glanced at her and noticed that she was smiling slightly. I stood up, "are you sure you're alright with this?"

"Yes George! Now go to sleep if you'd like!" Freya laughed, I turned to the screen-there was a woman sobbing on it and a man was running to comfort her. I sat back down as the show continued, Freya snorted and left the room before returning with two bowls and a pint of ice cream; she set them on the table in front of us and took a ton in one bowl and sat back down and began eating. I followed her example and soon we were watching the program.

                "My dad would absolutely love to meet you," I laughed. "He wouldn't be able to stop asking you all these questions, especially about this screen."