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

Favorite Mystery

George's P.O.V
The grey knitted cardigan fluttered in the wind exposing the black floral tank top more and more. The denim shorts rode high showing more then enough of her legs. 
And I still couldn't figure out why I even cared so much. 
About the way she walked, talked, laughed, ate.
Even when she combs her fingers through her hair, im intrigued. 
It's been two weeks of immense torture on my brain knowing I know her.
Knowing there is something im missing.
Every time we talk her voice is pulling at my brain, teasing it. 
I need to ask her. I need to know what role she plays in my life.
But when we talk, it's always us 3. 
Maybe she's Fred's girlfriend?
Ive been wondering that for awhile but I can't bring myself to ask.
Afraid of what id hear. 
A 'Yes' would devastate me
And a 'No' would just keep my brain in its constant spin.  

"George! WATCH IT!" I heard a squeal erupt from above me.
Looking up, I watch as the bludger zooms toward my head. Swinging my right arm back the bat makes contact and wizzes away into the forest.
"Nice hit. Losing your memory might have been the greatest thing to happen. You are way better at Quidditch then you ever were" Blakely chuckled, putting her arm around my shoulder. "And way better then Fred as well"
"I heard my name, let me guess, all good things?" Fred questioned, sliding up right next to Blakely's broom.
"It was a good thing, just the fact George is better then you" She stated giving me a cheeky smile. 
I could feel my face turn red, the heat emanating off me like an oven.
  Who was this girl?
How can she make me do something so embarrassing with just a turn of her mouth?
"Not better at making your skin crawl though" Fred chortled, grabbing Blakely by the waist and pulling her close.
Putting his lips on her cheek she squealed and nearly pushed him off his broom. 
"YOU ARE VILE!" She exclaimed, wiping the spit off her skin. 
"OI! WHY IS FRED VILE? DID HE TRY TO KISS YOU AGAIN?" I heard my own voice echo.
Walking down the isle, I saw Blakely standing next to Fred in a lacey royal blue dress grinning at me.
"He asked for my hand in marriage, I told him he'd have to ask for your approval" She chuckled.
I wrapped my arm around her waist like I never wanted to let her go.
"Not a chance in hell. Sha'll me?" Holding out my arm I motioned for her to grab it.
"We Sha'll"

I shook my head free of the sudden flash back.
Blakely and Fred were still going at it.
"You guys" 
"Fred you are a bloody wanker! Always have been! Always will....."
"YOU GUYS!" 
Silence.
"I just had another flash back" I stated, pushing my broom toward the ground.
As I touched down Blakely was the first one off her broom and at my side.
"What was it this time? Another short one?" She asked anxious and concerned. 
I shook my head, "No this one was longer. A lot like the first one I had but you were there. You and Fred, you were wearing a blue dress and Fred was trying to kiss you but I stopped it. You told him he was vial and you and I left together."
Blakely grinned, "Bill's wedding, you know, you were my escort down the isle. Although technically..."
"Fred was supposed to be but I would  never forgive myself if I let him have you on his arm" I blurted, my words rushing out of my mouth before my brain had time to process the thought. 
How did I even know that?
Why did I even know that?
Well it must be true because I said it.
I thought it.
 "That's right mate" Fred smirked, giving Blakely a wink. 
"Kids! Its time for supper. Throw your brooms in the shed and wash your hands" Mum yelled out the door. 
Doing as we were told we cleaned up and sat down at our places at the dinner table. 
The meal was good but quiet.
Not how I remembered meals ever being like around here.
After we ate and cleared the table Fred and Blakely pulled me outside for the second time today.
"We were thinking of heading for a late walk" Blakely stated, grabbing the sleeve of my jumper. 
Fred groaned, "Actually I was thinking about going up stairs and working on some new products. If you want to walk so bad, take a lovely stroll just you, yourself, and Blakely"
"If you want to work on products so bad take your Weasley butt upstairs and sort it out" She sneared back.
Fred cross his arms over his chest giving a smug smile.
"Georgie is a big boy, he can choose for himself" 
Did I want to spend time with my brother?
of coarse.
Did we need to work on products for the store?
Definitely
Have we been slacking on getting our jobs done?
Ever since I went into my coma.
"I think a walk doesnt seem too terrible" 
I needed the time alone with Blakely. 
These feelings werent just going away and maybe if I got her alone, maybe id get some answers.
"Hear that Fred? Not so terrible" She mocked, walking toward the path. 
I followed. 
"You know, old you would never be caught dead doing any kind of physical activity if you didn't have to. I actually think you'd rather be dead then break a sweat" She chuckled, continuing way ahead of me.
"So, what was I like, you know, before?" 
"Great. You were perfect. But that doesn't mean you aren't now George. We are all just glad to have you back. Id take this George over no George anyday" She stopped, turning to face me "And don't worry about before. You'll remember. You'll figure it out. I know you will."
She was so confident and encouraging. 
No wonder I feel the way I do about her.
She's electrified with positive energy 
"Come with me" She grabbed my hand and I stood still as a statue. 
"Are you mental? My mother would kill me if I didn't pass 5th Year" Blakely stated, her eyes shifting around the chaos that was now the Great Hall.
"I can't imagine you here when im out there. I dont want to leave knowing you wont be safe. come with me, be our first employee!" I smiled big at her, grabbing the back of her head I pulled her close. 
"I wish I could and you know I would if I could. But I can't" She sighed. 
"I understand. Just thought id ask" I smiled, palms sweating "I have something to properly ask you"
Throwing the fire work into the air, I watched as the wrapping caught fire and the pink ashy glitter left only two words behind.
'Be Mine' 
I remember working on that firework for weeks. Making sure the words would be clear enough and the thing would explode exactly when the wrapping hit the air. 
"George Weasley" She smirked, lacing her fingers in between mine  "Whether you knew it or not, I've always been yours" 
Leaning in, our faces were inches apart.
"George!" 
Blinking a few times, Blakely's face was still inches apart from mine except her features were darker and the smell of moss filled my nose. 
"You know George, going unresponsive really sweeps a girl off her feet" She chuckled turning back around to continue our walk.
But I couldn't.
Not after that memory. 
No chance in hell.
Grabbing her shoulder, I yanked her back around to face me.
"Uh, Yesssss, how can I help you?" She questioned sarcastically her long brown hair blowing in the wind  along with all my fearful doubt.
"We've kissed before haven't we?" and at the sound of those words her mouth dropped,
" and I believe we've also done this" Grabbing her hand I laced my fingers with hers.
"I made a firework for you once. The hardest thing ive ever worked on in my life and I did it for you. Obviously id do anything for you, I just cant remember why. All I do know is you were mine once and now I have these feelings that ever since I met you again, wont go away."
She went to speak but no words came. She was speechless.
"I dont want you to tell me Blakely. I want to figure everything out on my own."
She sighed, "Are you sur......"
"Shh" Putting my hand over her mouth, I leaned down so we were nose to nose "You are going to be my favorite mystery worth solving"