American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Forgiveness

When I awoke the next day, I found myself in the Hospital Wing. I had never actually been there as a full-time patient. I was usually just there to help Madame Pomfrey. Once or twice for a potion maybe. As I became more aware of my surroundings, I noticed someone holding my hand. When I looked down, I saw my mom. She looked like she hadn't slept all night. She probably hadn't.

"Baby" she said, choking back tears. She stood up and hugged me. I guess the school updated her on my condition. I hugged her back. It was at this moment I noticed two redheads starting to sit up at the end of my bed.

"Fred." I looked at the other one for a long time. "George" I finally said. 

"Mags" they both croaked. 

"Mom, will you excuse us? I need to talk to them for a second."

"Of course, honey. I'll go tell Madame Pomfrey that you are awake. Love you" 

"Love you too"

I turned to Fred and George. "What are you doing here."

"Mags, I know you don't want to hear this but I am so so so so so sorry. I know things can probably never go back to the way it was, but I miss you. I miss you and your smile. I miss the way you would turn my flaws into something good like at that dance rehearsal for the Yule Ball. I miss making you laugh. I miss pranking with you. I let my jealousy and temper control me, and I promise I'm working on it. I didn't realize at the moment what impact I would have on you when I acted like that. Please, just let me show you I can change" George began ranting. He started crying in the middle of it. I could tell he genuinely meant everything he said. I still didn't want to forgive him, but I realized I couldn't carry that emotional weight around now that Cedric was dead. He helped me carry it, but now he was gone. I was simply too tired for George. 

"George, I'm too emotionally exhausted to be mad at you anymore. You didn't know what happened before. -And I don't plan to tell you-" I glared at the twins. "Not now anyway. But I need someone. First it was you, then it was Cedric. I need you back George. You too Fred. But you're going to have to work to gain back my trust still. This is just step one. It's not this easy" Even with my threats, I grabbed their hands and pulled them into a hug. It was going to be a very long journey back. But I needed to make it. Not for him, but for me. I couldn't keep carrying around this weight forever. And I missed George. 

At that moment, Madame Pomfrey came hurrying in and ushered the twins out. She gave me some potions, but before she left, she suggested I come back weekly to help process Cedric's death. I told her about my Friday lunches with McGonagall, and she agreed that would work. She would work closely with McGonagall to ensure I wasn't falling apart. Which was very likely to happen.