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

Split Up

George's P.O.V

"Where in the bleeding world is she?" 
You'd think she'd take sometime out of her cramped schedule to pop by and check up, chat about the weather or whatever nonsense is going threw that mental head of hers.
She has to be bloody mental if she hasn't thought to come looking for us yet.
I can understand not wanting to see Fred.
But me?
That is complete rubbish. 
"We could check the potions room again" Fred stated, pacing the ground in front of me.
"Yes because we haven't thought of that one twice before" I groaned. 
It felt like we checked everywhere possible.
Maybe because we did.
"I love her" 
The words came out as I leaned up against the cool brick wall.
I always took Blakely's presence for granted.
I always thought she was going to be there. 
I always thought I had time.
"We all do" Fred stated, laying a hand on my shoulder.
I shrugged it off.
"No. I mean, I love her" 
Putting my hand in my pocket, I grasped the small object inside pulling it from the fabric.
My fingers spread out revealing the red box that lay in the middle of my palm. 
I breathed out. 
"What the hell is that?" 
Fred's voice boomed against the walls."That better not be what I think it is" 
"And what if it is?"
There was no 'What if's' it was exactly what he thought it was.
His face grew red with anger as he gaped his mouth open trying to find a good answer.
There wasn't one.
"Fred" 
Popping open the box, I glanced down at the sparkling ring inside.
"I never knew when, I only knew who" 
I smiled at the sight of the petite piece of jewelry that I passed just a year ago displayed in a shop window.
The white diamond in the middle twinkling relentlessly despite it's tiny size.
That was the moment I knew, It had to be her.
It was always her.
Fred groaned.
"What? Spit it out. You think she's not right for me? I could do better?" 
"Are you out of your bloody mind of coarse you can't do better, she's perfect for you. I wish you would have told me, I mean, I already knew. We all did but a heads up would have been nice" He chuckled, pointing at the open box.
Snapping it shut, I tucked it back in my pocket.

Blakely's P.O.V
"Is that the best you've got?"
The small dark skinned man smirked at my comeback, waiting for me to strike back.
"Impedimentra" I whispered.
The Death Eater flew back against the brick wall and down onto the stone floor, unmoving.
He didn't even know who he was dealing with.
I had only one thing on my mind.
One goal.
Find George.
If you happened to get in my way.
Ha.
That's your own stupid fault. 
Running down the next abandoned corridor, I hooked a left to be met by, nothing.
Ive looked everywhere.
Twice.
Retracing my steps, I call out his name, opened every door, checked in every closet, nook, cranny. 
And after an hour of searching, that's when I heard it.
My name.
My heart swelled in my chest. 
"George!"
"Blakely!"
I could hear footsteps shuffling up above my head, his voice echoing down through the collapsing halls.
I ran.
God, I don't think ive ever ran so fast.
The sticks I call legs burned fromthe movement but I pushed past the pain.
I was so close to him.
"George!"
My arms pumped as I turned right, jumping over some loose brick and into another empty hall.
"BLAKELY!"
He was there.
Just one more corner.
Hooking a left, I threw my arms around the tall ginger's shoulders.
Picking me up, he held be close. Afraid I might disappear beneath his very touch.  
"I cant believe I found you" He whispered, choking on the words.
Setting my feet back onto the ground, I was a little disappointed.
This wasn't the reunion I was expecting. 
My hopes shattered as I looked into his brown, somber eyes.
I knew I should be happy or at least act like I was but my mouth dropped into a frown regardless.
"Fred, where is he?" 
His mouth dropped into a shocked grin.
"Well, hello to you too and here I..........." 
I cut him off.
"Fred, please"
My eye's pleaded with him to cut the banter.
I was all out of witty jokes and sarcasum.
The only thing left was the emptiness I needed George to fill.
I needed him so I could be  me.
Without him, what am I?
"George this, George that, yeah, yeah, lets go" Fred mocked, walking back the way he came.
Heading up the stairs, I was growing impatient. 
Fred was rejoicing over the fact I was alive.
But I hardly felt it with George no where in sight. 
Turning left down an empty hall Fred glared at the dead space.
"This is where we split up. He said to meet back in 15 minutes" 
"So?" 
"That was 20 minutes ago" 
My head began to throb as anxiety hit my brain. 
George is always on time. 
Fred's the one who is always late. 
That's how it's always been.
"Somethings wrong" I stated, turning around to look at Fred. "He would never be late. He should be here."
"He probably got to chatting with someone" Fred leaned up against the brick wall, already willing to wait.
I wasn't.
"Im going to find him. With or without you"