The Confession || George Weasley

Scene 19-The Feeling Of Uncertainty

*George's Prov*

Things between Fred and I are still a bit odd. I mean we do the same stuff as usual, joke around, making people laugh, sell our products, however, there is a secret barrier between us that nobody else sees. I feel it in the way he behaves, not really himself. I'm his brother I know when he isn't himself and yet I don't behave like myself hoping he doesn't realize. Ironic, isn't it?

I don't know what it is, that makes me stop to tell him what really happened on the Astronomy Tower. I try to tell myself it is because they haven't got a good start, but that isn't it. Deep down I know it's something different that manages to stop me from approaching him and others about it. I can't even face Ginny when she tried to talk to me why I were so quiet.

And who doesn't help matters? Anne. The one who caused all this beautiful mess. I sigh a bit. Since the night I haven't managed to talk to her, yet alone seen her. Maybe she goes out of my way or has so much to do, that she can't bring herself to talk to me. I believe it's the first one, because when I walk towards the DADA classroom with Fred and Lee, she quickly turns around as if she tries to hide.

This gives my heart a little crack.

After all that happened that night, I thought there is more. If there would be more, why is she running away from me? I don't have the nerve to follow her. I don't make a fool out of myself, if it is that what she wants, she can forget it. I'm not doing it.

I sit down and put out my book and flip open the next chapter in there and start to read. I know Umbridge's lesson will just require the next chapter. Let's be honest, we all know we will read again. A pair of eyes are glued to me and I look up to meet Anne's. She doesn't look away, neither do I. Something tells me there is more she wants to say with her eyes. The last time I followed that instincts I was right, so there has to be more behind her behavior.

Fred nudges me and I turn my attention to him. I'll find out what it is later.

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To find out what's going on happened earlier than expected. I was going down the corridor to our D.A meeting when my strip on my bag broke and parchments and letters, as well as quills and books flew out. I told Fred I meet him later that better one of us should be on time.

It was odd that it broke, it was a perfectly fine bag. I grabbed some letters and sorted them when someone kneeled down in front of me very carefully. I swallowed, knowing who it was without even having to look up.

"Finally found the courage to approach me?," I muttered dryly putting the letters into my bag. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered and I finally looked up to meet her hurt eyes. 

She looked down in an instant and giving me my parchments, pointing her wand at my strap and repairing it. 

"And sorry about your bag, I didn't know how else to approach you. You always were with your brother lately," she tugged some hair behind her ear: "also sorry to the misery I have caused your brother yesterday, I thought it was you."

A small grin appeared on my face. Yesterday Fred fell over his own feet and we had to bring him into the hospital with a broken nose. 

"I feel betrayed that you couldn't keep us apart Storm," I smirked. 

She bites her bottom lip nervously again as if she didn't know what to say.

"I debated a long time," she admitted finally: "and mentally cursed myself for hitting the wrong one, especially with that outcome. I didn't intend to hurt him." 

Had she really been following us, to talk to me? The weight on my heart slowly disappeared at the thought. 

"Doesn't matter," I said: "He desperately needed a good hit on the head."