Harry Potter One Shots

Inner Demons :: George Weasley

A/N: warning- this contains talk of depression and self harming, sadness etc. if this triggers you please go read one of my other chapters! Remember you're all loved <3

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You're laying in bed facing away from George as his chest is pressed against your back, his arms draped around your waist, holding you like you were his teddy bear. He was fast asleep, but you were not.

You had this addiction, this problem that you just couldn't let out. You never felt like sharing your problems with anyone, therefore you often cried yourself to sleep, as a way to let your emotions out without being a burden to anyone near you.

George was a deep sleeper, and when tears rolled down your cheeks and sometimes fell onto his hands, he never noticed and continued sleeping anyways. Tonight was one of those nights your tears lulled you to sleep.

As you slept you saw the black turn lighter, signifying that it is morning, and the feeling of light kisses being peppered all along your face signifies that it was time to wake up, unfortunately. After letting George kiss your face you rolled over, facing him before cuddling closer into his chest, to try to get him to let you stay in bed and sleep more.

"Good morning babe." George's raspy morning voice spoke. Before lowering his head to press a kiss on your forehead, as his hands stroked your hair, massaging your scalp with his fingertips.

You sat there in comfortable silence, his actions making you want to fall back asleep but you knew you couldn't, as you had to go to class at some point today.

"C'mon love, lets get up and get ready for the day." He said sleepily, you knew he woke up just a few minutes before you did.

"Uh fine." You mumbled quietly, you dragged your finger along his chest, drawing figure eights on the skin. He looked down at you, staring into your eyes for a hint of emotion, which he successfully found.

"Are you okay princess?" He asked, once he saw a hint of sadness in your eyes. His brown eyes exchanged the sleepy emotion for worry, you looked up to meet his eyes. Giving him a small smile before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

"I'm just really sleepy today." You lied, you felt bad whenever you had to lie, and you knew deep down that George didn't believe you, as this happened way too frequently. He cocked up an eyebrow, butterflies erupted in your stomach, as you felt even more guilty, but you didn't want to put stress and worry on him.

George was oblivious to the fact you were diagnosed with depression, as you were muggleborn, you were sent things from your parents that would be useful to you in the wizarding world. Every month you got sent a package from your parents- that were antidepressants, but George didn't understand what they were. He'd never seen muggle medicine and at first glance thought they were candy. He's never seen you take them, but you do, just when he's not around.

Ever since you were younger, you always felt alone, whether it be at your muggle school where no one wanted to be your friend. You got teased, and pushed and got called names by other kids. Your parents didn't know about the magical world, they didn't know you were different from them.

You never showed your problems to your parents, and that trait stayed with you for your whole life. You never brought up your problems to your parents, any of your friends, and now George.

When you got diagnosed with depression, your parents were worried at first, got you your medication, but soon thought about how happy you seemed to be. They didn't understand how you could be happy but be depressed.

With George, he saved you in a way, he made you laugh, he made you smile and you didn't have to fake it as much. Your feelings just found a way to get to you as you were sleeping more than when you were awake.