Royalty (George Weasley) (Completed)

I Need You

I heard loud footsteps rushing up the stairs, my heart beginning to pound in my chest. How could I ever explain to the man I love that I had to leave him? I had been given no other choice..
The door flung open, and I stared at the disheveled man in front of me.
He was a mess. His hair was going in thirty different directions, he had prominent bags under his eyes, and his eyes were filled with tears daring to fall over.
"George.." I sighed out, trying to push myself up but failing, again.
Without a word, George rushed to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands moved to my face, holding me in place and staring into my eyes as if he was afraid I'd slip away again at any moment.
I held onto his forearms, needing to feel him close to me.
He took a deep breath, clearly trying to find the strength to speak.
"I thought you were de.. dead."
Then, as if on cue, a few tears trickled down his cheek. My heart broke for the man in front of me. George is seen as a strong, happy go lucky person by nearly everyone. But this is my George. This is the George that loves with his entire heart, so much it hurts him. The George that can be vulnerable. He gives all he has, always.
"Georgie, I'm sorry. It was awful. I'm so sorry.." I sobbed out, allowing myself to fall into his chest. I breathed in his scent, my lips turning up in a smile at the slight smell of gunpowder.
We held each other. Both of us needed the other equally as much. George needed me. I had abandoned him. He needs me now, and I need him.
"Don't leave me again.." he whispered into my hair, his breaths coming out uneven.
My heart breaking for the love of my life, I gripped him even tighter.
I would never leave him. Never again, no matter the circumstances. He is my everything, I am his everything. We need each other.
"Never. George, I'm here. I'm never leaving again."
My hands tangled into his hair, slowly pulling back to look at him. He kept searching over my body, trying to assess my injuries, I could tell.
"I need you, Liz."
With that, I connected our lips in a passion so emotional, so vulnerable. It was just George and I. No one else. We are together. I am safe.
His hands wrapped around my waist firmly, keeping me in place. I could tell he was afraid I'd slip away from him again, and the thought of how he felt when I left made my heart ping with sadness.
"I'm here.." I whispered to him as we pulled away from each other.
He rested his forehead against my own, taking slow, deep breaths.
My hand met his cheek, rubbing small circles in it to try and calm his nerves.
"Hey, look at me.. I'm here. I'm here and I love you."
His eyes met mine, tears glistening in them. He nodded, "I love you," he repeated.
"I'm here.." I kept repeating. It seemed like what he needed to hear.
I'm not sure how long we sat together. It had to be at least an hour. There was a loud commotion from downstairs, familiar voices sounding throughout the house.
"Where is she?" I could hear people asking.
Suddenly, I felt panicked. I wasn't ready to see anyone. Not yet. I wanted time, I needed time. I felt George's eyes on me, gauging my reaction.
"I'll take care of it, love." kissing my forehead, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
His absence made the room feel cold. I already longed for him to come back. I didn't want to be around too many people yet, but I also didn't want to be alone quite yet.
Soon, the ruckus downstairs died down into what sounded like casual conversation. George eventually came back with a tray of scones and fried sausages.
"You should try and eat something." he placed the platter in front of me, laying next to me on the bed after helping me to sit up. I grimaced at the pain shooting through my abdomen.
"Let's take a look at that," George quietly suggested, moving the tray of food back a bit.
He lifted the hem of my shirt back a bit to see the dark bruising that had formed. I was sure something was broken inside as well. Bruises didn't hurt this bad.
"My mum can fix that right up," George spoke through gritted teeth. His fingers gently traced the bruises littering my stomach, his touch making me shudder.
Without notice, a loud rumble echoed from my stomach. For the first time since I woke, we both smiled. Real, open mouthed smiles.
"Well, I suppose you better get to eating little lady." George teased me lightly, pulling my shirt back down and bringing the tray back up into my lap.
We sat in silence for a bit while I ate the food, enjoying the taste of Mrs. Weasley's homemade meals.
A knock on the door made me jump, anxiety filling me from head to toe. I didn't realize my hand started shaking until George grabbed it in his to steady it.
The door opened a crack to reveal Mrs. Weasley holding a covered basket in her hand.
"Eliza, sorry dear, I just think I need to take a look at your injuries. Don't want to let them sit too long without being mended." she spoke softly, as if she knew I was not too fond of loud noises at the moment.
I nodded, "Thanks Mrs. Weasley, come on in."
She set the basket on the bed and George helped me to lay back, to allow her a better vantage point.
She pulled my shirt up a tad to view the bruising on my torso once more. She took out her wand, pointing it to the injured area. She mumbled a spell under her breath, and a faint orange glow was seen from my abdomen.
"Mmm.. just what I thought. You've got a few broken ribs, dear. Nothing some Skele-Gro can't fix."
She pulled a familiar bottle from her basket, along with a glass to pour some in for me.
My stomach turned, Skelo-Gro was all too famous for its putrid taste.
"Don't think about the taste, it's better to just tip it back quickly." George mumbled, giving my hand a squeeze.
Mrs. Weasley handed me a glass of grey, bubbly liquid. Pinching my nose shut, I quickly tipped back the glass and let the oddly warm liquid travel down my throat. The taste was awful. Worse than anything I'd ever put in my mouth.
"Absolutely dreadful.."
George cracked a small smile, rubbing circles in the back of my hand.
"Well dear, you should be feeling better in a few hours. I reckon you'll be up and moving in no time."
Mrs. Weasley smiled at me, gathering her things and leaving George and I alone.
"Want to get some rest?" George asked me, brushing a loose strand of hair out of my face.
I nodded, leaning into his touch. I closed my eyes and fell asleep to the feeling of George's hand in mine.

I woke up alone, in darkness. The only light was from the bright moon outside, illuminating the room. Though it was dark, I heard noise coming from below. People talking loudly among themselves.
I reached for the injury on my ribcage. It was still tender to the touch, but other than that it felt much better.
I sat up carefully in bed, still slightly sore. Wincing at the pain, I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress and stood slowly, walking towards the door and slowly making my way down the stairs.
The light from the kitchen blinded me, making me squeeze my eyes shut momentarily.
"Liz.." I heard Hermione whisper in astonishment.
Instantly, two familiar arms wrapped around me, helping my frail body down the last few steps.
"You alright? Why didn't you call? I could have helped you down-"
"George, shh.. It's fine," I mumbled into his shoulder.
I kept my eyes down, not yet looking up at the many people in the room in front of me.
George helped me into a chair at the table, taking the seat beside me and holding my hand in his on the surface.
I finally looked up, coming face to face with everyone. They were all watching me as if I'd fall apart any moment now. Hermione and Ginny were in front of me, obviously waiting for any request I may have. Harry, Ron and Fred were behind them, eyeing me carefully. Sirius was sitting at the end of the table with Lupin and Mr. Weasley. I even noticed Kingsley by the kitchen sink with Mrs. Weasley.
I cleared my throat, probably more loudly than i intended, and spoke, "Well, this is a tad awkward.."
Slowly, but surely, everyone began to chuckle a bit. They had all been walking on eggshells to gauge my reaction.
"I'm going to fix some dinner, and some tea as well... yes, some tea.." Mrs. Weasley mumbled, gathering herself in the kitchen and busying pots and pans.
"Has anything exciting happened at Hogwarts?" I asked, desperately seeking casual conversation.
"Well, nothing exciting really.. We have noticed a lot less of Malfoy, though. Seems fishy.. and whenever we do see him he's snooping around or following Snape around like a lost puppy." Ron  began, turning his nose up while talking about Draco.
"Has he been skipping classes?" I asked, my interest peaked.
"Sure has. I haven't seen him in a potions lesson in at least a week." Harry piped in.
Damn Bellatrix.. this has got to be her fault. None of this was as big an issue as it is now back when she was in Azkaban.
"He's a death eater now, I just know it." Harry stated matter-of-factly. It seemed as if he'd given this a good deal of thought as well.
"Well let's not jump to conclusions now, he's only sixteen." Mr. Weasley interrupted us all, growing tired of our accusations.
"But does it matter? My mum- Bellatrix, I mean, was only seventeen when she left to do You-Know-Who's bidding. And Draco's situation is even worse. His parents are so up You-Know-Who's-"
"That is enough!"
We all looked to the head of the table where Sirius had just silenced us. It was quite rare to see him angry like this, so we were all a bit shocked.
"That is enough about these wild accusations. Liz, you should not be worrying about this now-"
"But why not? Shouldn't we at least try and help Draco out of this situation he's been put in?"
"But who knows if he's been forced into this situation or voluntarily put himself there? We don't have the answers, so there's nothing we can do now. Molly, how is dinner going? Anything the kids can help with?"
Defeated at the change of subject, I slunk back in my
chair and crossed my arms over my chest. Maybe it was a bit childish, but I did not agree with Sirius on this one.
Draco is horrible, there is no denying that. He is a crude, unfriendly boy. However, he did not seem like the person who would willingly join Voldemort's gang of goonies. It didn't add up.
Mrs. Weasley served us up heaping platters of bacon sandwiches, steaming bowls of onion soup and a fresh pan of biscuits for desert. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until I saw the food laid out in front of us.

Sirius and I sat in the sitting room off of the kitchen while George and Fred helped their mum clean the dishes. I laid back into the sofa, the heat from the fireplace warming every bone in my body.
"Warm enough? I can conjure some quilts if you need-"
"I'm fine, really." I cut Sirius off.
He had been so overprotective since they found me. He wouldn't let me do anything myself, not even lift my own wand. I understood, but still.
"Sirius, I'm okay. I'm here." I added, moving to sit by him with a groan.
Sirius paused, his eyes swimming with emotion. He seemed to be searching for what to say next, "I know. I just... I still can't believe I lost you in the first place. That was never supposed to happen. Ever.." his voice broke on the last word.
My heart broke for Sirius. I didn't really think about the situation I was putting him in. This man was essentially my father. He was the only father figure I had in my life.
"I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you.. Sirius, I'm so sorry.. I really thought that she had you. I thought she was going to k-kill you. I couldn't stay put and do nothing.." I was crying now, Sirius' arm around my shoulders.
"I know. I would have done the same. It's who we are.. Just please, promise me you'll never scare me like that again. You're all I have.." A tear rolled down his face, he hastily tried to wipe it away to hide it.
"I promise."