Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 35: Christmas Morning.

**George’s POV**

Wow,” I say touching my tingling lips. Guinevere smiles shyly at me. “So this is what I’ve been missing…” I muse as she rolls her eyes and lays her head on my bare chest. I gaze at her tired face and sigh.

“What?” She asks curiously, touching my cheek with the palm of her hand. I hold it there with mine.

“Everything seems like a dream. One minute I’m trying to gather the courage to tell you how I feel while praying Fred don’t hate me for the rest of our lives and then I go to into a deep depression thinking I lost you forever. I mean if you didn’t love me, I could learn to live with that. But I could never learn to live without you or your friendship.” I tell her looking into her blue green eyes. They are shining with tears.

“I can’t believe I’m home. I can’t believe how different everything is, but mostly, I can’t believe how much I love it.” Guinevere tells me sobbing into my armpit. I chuckle softly and lift her chin up. I gently wipe my deodorant off her nose. She laughs though strangled tears. “I don’t want anything to come between you and Fred.” She tells me on a more serious note. I frown thinking it already has.

“My entire family will support us. We don’t need Fred’s consent.” I tell her bitterly. She looks into my eyes and gently pecks my lips with hers.

“You’re right, we don’t. But we want it. You can’t deny that this is uncharted territory. I know you have had plenty of time to think about what things would be like if we had ever got together, but I haven’t, and neither has Fred. We both know he’s hurting and won’t admit it. We can’t ignore this. We love Fred.” She tells and I feel a pang of jealousy for Fred. I know I can never compete with what they would have had if he had stayed loyal to her.

“I’m going for a walk.” I say getting out of bed and pulling on my pair of jeans. She looks at me with these sad puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t go.” She pleads. I just stare into her hurt eyes.

“Maybe the idea of ‘us’ is wrong.” I tell her hating each word that came out. I see her body slump over in exhaustion.

“It’s not.” Guin says breathing heavily. “Regaining my memory from our kiss, me jumping into your arms at the Yule Ball—we both know we would have kissed had we not been interrupted. What about all of those sleepless nights confiding in one another? This isn’t a mistake. It’s what should have been from day one. But at least now we have the chance to make everything the way it should be. Did we get hurt along the way? Yes. Did we hurt others along the way? Yes. But now is the time to correct everything. This is meant to be George!” She tells me using every last ounce of energy she has left.

The words really touch me. She really does feel the way I feel.

“Oh, go kiss her.” Bill says yawning. I don’t need telling twice. I immediately scoop Guinevere in my arms and kiss her like I have wanted to kiss her for all the years.

**Fred’s POV**

“I love you, Fred.” Verity tells me as she climbs out of my bed and puts her clothes on.

“I love you too, Guinevere.” I manage to say through all my swarming thoughts.

“Guinevere?” Verity spits out annoyed. I immediately feel the need to face palm myself. There was no way I was going to get out of this fight.

“Verity, I’m sorry.” I say rolling my eyes but before the words are even out, she has disapparated.

I rub my temples ignoring the fact I should go make things right with Verity. All I can think about is Guin and how I’m not sure of what and who I want.