Age of Mischief ~ George Weasley [Harry Potter] Fanfic

Nightmares and Recitals

****Bethany's point of view****

Today is the recital.

Today is the day I show how much I love George.

Today is the day I don't forget to play the melody in the middle of the song.

Today is the day I play a piano in front of the whole fucking school.

Jesus Christ. I'm playing a piano in front of the whole fucking school.

Is it weird I find that scarier than fighting Voldemort.

Probably. It's a Saturday, so I can practice before hand. I find George and Fred are already awake, waiting for me. 'Hey guys!' I say running down the stairs leading to my dormitory. 'Heya beautiful!' George says as I hug him. Because I am still moving quite fast when I get to him, we spin round a little. I loose my balance and he catches me. I start laughing. 'You look excited!' Says Fred once I had composed myself. I nod, cheeks flushed and hair going a bit flyaway. I smooth it down and fan cool air onto my face with my hands. George puts his hands around my waist and we walk out of the portrait hole. 'I cannot wait until the recital! I'll finally be able to listen to your song.' Says George. 'Have you thought of a name yet?' Asks Fred and I nod. 'I finally have. I thought of it last night when I was thinking about the night George and I first kissed after the break-up. When I forgave him.' Fred and George don't say anything, waiting for the answer to an unsaid question. 'The song is called, Forgiven.' They nod in approval and George kisses my forehead and compliments my choice. Fred says he agrees with me, and asks if I have told Professor Flitwick yet. 'No, which is why I'm going to tell him after breakfast.' We walk into the Great Hall. Harry spots us and comes over with Ron and Hermione comes up behind. 'Good luck, Bethany!' Says Hermione and I thank her. Ron and Harry say the same. They too ask what the song is called, and I say Forgiven. They say good luck again and walk away. We sit down and I pick up a slice of toast. Then I drop it in my plate after looking at the headlines on the newspaper.

I shove it in to George's hands and he stares wide eyed at the paper. He passes it to Fred who shouts out in anger and shock. This causes people to stare at us, but we are used to that. 'What am I going to do? On the day of the recital as well. Everyone is going to be too busy hating me to listen to the song!' I am already nervous, so this just mounted the pressure on me. 'You know what? My whole life is pressured. Pressured by Voldemort. The whole wizarding world, one day is suddenly gonna turn to me and Harry and say "Hey guys, can you kill Voldemort for us please? The whole world is going to die if you don't, so no pressure." I mean, c'mon.' I bury my face in my hands, rub my eyes and sit up again. 'What if I don't?' George looks at me, but Fred is still reading the paper. 'What do you mean, "What if I don't?" Don't do what?' I look him in the eye. 'You know what I mean. What if I don't save the world for once? What are they gonna do then huh?' 'Well then we are buggered. But, you have to save the world.' I look at my plate. 'Why?' George's expression killed me. His face was pale and his eyes were full of sadness. 'No, no I didn't mean it that way. I... I meant, why do I have to save the world. Just, why? Why not someone else?' His expression still killed me. 'George please, don't look at me like that. Please don't. It kills me.' He softened his eyes and mouth and pulls me closer. I put my head on his shoulder and sigh. He kisses my head and rubs my arm. Then I remember piano practice. 'Ah, shit. Look guys, I've got to go to practice. Maybe you guys could come.' George looks delighted, but Fred shakes his head. 'Sorry, Bethany, but I have to speak to the Gryffindor's.' I nodd, not really minding. I have a feeling it was something to do with the Prophet. He gives me a hug and nods to George. They seem to communicate without speaking. George nods back, and Fred starts going down the table speaking to people. 'Come on, Professor Flitwick will be in his classroom now.' We walk to the charms corridor holding hands. Im excited and nervous at the same time. When we get there, I take a few deep breaths and knock. 'Come in!' Squeaks Professor Flitwick. 'Ah, Bethany! You're here to practice are you?' I nod and walk over to the piano. I sit down and George sits down at one of the desks. I quickly do a few scales and play a warm up song. After, I start the melody for the beginning of the song. I concentrate only on the song, nothing else.