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Bittersweet Reunion (George Weasley)

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Yet another request that has been waiting for me to write it for too long. Well, @StarlightInHerEyes , Here you are! I sincerely hope you enjoy it!

- Sarah

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You watched on ominously as another letter burned in the trash can. Embers illuminated your flat, and you felt a sense of satisfaction burst from within as you smelled the seared paper. Another letter burned, another tie to him severed.

You walked around your flat, waiting for the fire to die down. The smell of smoke filled the small apartment fast, and you crossed your arms, looking out the window. It wasn't but moments ago when his owl delivered that wretched thing, the thing he delivered every day that made you angrier and angrier.

George Weasley delivered letters to you everyday. Everyday, the smell of burns became thicker and thicker, until it smelled like you smoked a pack a day. Everyday he wrote you, apologizing and asking for a second chance, and everyday you demolished his writing, praying that one day it would cease.

The funny thing was, that at one point in your life, you would've loved to have been written to by George once a day. But, things change, and in your case, they changed for the worst.

So, you resorted to cutting off all ties with the infuriating man, leaving you alone and content. You resorted to no contact, no matter how many times his brown speckled owl knocked on your window. No, what he did was unspeakable, it could not be forgiven.

You blood boiled even thinking about his despicable action, and everyday you felt destroyed inside, like a little piece of your heart shattered. You pushed it down further and further, trying to smother it with life. Still, you couldn't help but remember the times before, what it would've been like if he hadn't broken you. You sighed, looking at the jostling cars on the street, ignoring the pain from the memories that popped into your mind.

~•~

"Give it up for George Weasley! Beater of the year!" you laughed along with the rest of the crowd as he was lifted onto the shoulders of Oliver Wood, who danced him around the Gryffindor common room, laughing at Fred's sour face. Gryffindor had won their game against Slytherin, due to George taking a bludger to the face to protect Katie Bell, who scored the winning shot. You were going crazy, celebrating both the victory, and the enormous shiner George had to show for it. Wood finally let him down after the clapping ceased, and George found your eyes in the crowd. He immediately smiled, making his way through the students and onto your side.

"Hey," he said, not letting you speak after kissing you. He pulled away, looking sly. "Hey," you respond, breathless. Three years of dating George and he still made your heart flutter.

George smiled before looking back at the crowd. His brother was out charming some half-Veela girl, and the rest of the Quiditch team was chugging firewhisky until they couldn't think straight. George sighed, lacing his fingers through yours and shaking his head.

"Wanna go on a walk?" he asked, already starting to stride forward without waiting for your answer.

"Sure, why not?" you ask, matching his pace and weaving through the drunken teens.

~•~

You walked hand and hand through the courtyard, admiring the beauty of the brush and blooms in the moonlight. You and George often broke curfue to stroll out here at night, admiring the scenery and breathing in the crisp, night air. It was in these moments you felt closest to him, and these moments when you didn't care about another thing, only George.