"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."― Nicole Krauss, "The History of Love"
| George Weasley |
| Prisoner of Azkaban -Deathly Hallows part 2 |
| Sequel to 'S...
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"HE LOOKS A BIT PEAKY, doesn't he," Ron stated, looking at his best friend who was currently lying in the a bed in the hospital wing, unconscious. The entire Gryffindor team - apart from one certain captain - Ron, Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean and Ginny were gathered around the black haired boy.
"Peaky?" Fred asked, "What do you expect, he fell over a hundred feet."
"Yeah, Ron," George added, "Let's walk you off a tower and see what you look like after."
"Probably a right sight better than he normally does," A horse voice commented.
Hazel's eyes shifted to Harry, noticing him sitting up on the hospital bed before he grabbed hold of his spectacles from the bedside cabinet
"How are you feeling, Harry?" Hermione questioned as everyone looked at the boy cautiously.
"Oh, brilliant," Harry replied sarcastically.
"You gave us a right good scare," George told him as he walked over to Hazel's side.
The brunette couldn't help but feel as if her stomach was doing somersaults when George got closer, his arm brushing over hers as her breathing suddenly got stuck in her throat.
"What happened?" Harry's voice broke Hazel out of her daydream.
Ron awkwardly cleared his throat as he gripped tighter onto the broken parts of Harry's broomstick, which were covered by a large Gryffindor flag, "You fell off your broom."
"Ron, I think he knows that," Hazel commented, smiling to herself when she heard George chuckling.
Harry rolled his eyes at his best friend, "I meant the match," He explained, "Who won?"
The group all shared cryptic looks with each other, before Hazel stepped over towards Harry, "No one blames you, Harry," She cooed, catching his eye, "The Dementors aren't suppose to be on the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. After he saved you he sent them off."
"There's something else you should know," Ron sheepishly said, "When you fell, your broomstick sort of blew into the Whomping Willow...and...well," Ron lifted the red and burgundy flag, exposing the broken pieces to Harry.
Hazel watched carefully as Harry swallowed hard, his eyes looking sad at the broken pieces of his beloved broom. He suddenly snapped out of it and looked towards his teammates, "Where's Oliver?" He questioned, clearly not wanting to think about the loss of both the game and his broomstick.
"Still in the showers," Fred stated, "We think he's trying to drown himself."
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IT WASN'T LONG UNTIL MADAM Pomfrey kicked out all of Harry's visitors, annoyed at how many of them had managed to sneak past her and invade her hospital wing.
Fred seemed to have disappeared extremely quickly, leaving Hazel and George alone. The pair casually strolled through the school halls, still sporting their Gryffindor Quidditch robes; which were now bone dry and much more comfortable.
The tension between the pair could be felt miles away from them. Even students they had never spoken to seemed to glance in their way, eyeing them strangely as they strolled past.
Hazel's mind wandered, she could tell George wanted to say something; every few minutes he'd open his mouth but then shut it again and shake his head. Truthfully, he still hadn't told her what he wanted to that Hogsmeade day, she knew this; she had known the ginger haired boy her whole life and could very easily tell there was something on his chest. But, should she ask or just leave it and respect his privacy? Ask or leave? Ask or leave? Ask or--
"Can I ask you something?"
Hazel's head snapped to her right, "Y-Y-Yeah, of course, Georgie," She told him, smiling kindly as her insides felt as if they were on fire.
The pair began slowing down as George let out an awkward sigh and scratched the back of his neck, "Well, erm... I...erm."
Hazel was the first one to stop walking walking. She turned to face her best friend, her heart hammering away inside of her chest, "Is everything okay?"
George nodded frantically, "Yeah. Yeah, of course," His eyes wandered from Hazel's face to the walls around them before going back to her, "I just need to ask you something."
Hazel nodded, prompting him to go on.
George felt his mouth go dry as his palms began sweating, "I...erm...I like..I was wondering if you're coming round this half-term?"
"Oh," Hazel felt her heart falling into the pit of her stomach. What was she expecting him to come and say? "Yeah," She finally answered, sending George a small smile, "Yeah, of course I am."
With that, the pair began slowing walking towards the Gryffindor common room. An uncomfortable silence between them.
Hazel stared down at her feet whilst George was staring straight forward, hitting himself in his mind. Out of all things he wanted to say and ask why did was it that?
