American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Side effects

At the end of two weeks, I was released. I moved in with the twins above their shop. I wanted to see the shop open, but they said it's way to overwhelming for me at the moment. They were already being so protective of me. I had never seen them this serious before.

I had to adhere to a strict diet that specifically stated the exact amount of food I should eat. One night, I didn't feel like finishing all of my food and the twins started dragging me back to St. Mungo's before I agreed to it. I also had to attend therapy and physical therapy three times a week. That might seem a bit excessive, but keep in mind this used to happen for hours every single day of the week. The twins would take turns escorting me to and from these appointments, not trusting me on my own anymore. It was kind of suffocating, but I knew they cared.

I was basically on house arrest for a week until I could start my training at St. Mungo's. The twins finally let me go to my job alone since it was one floo powder call away. My life was going well. I had a job that I loved with one of my best friends, a great boyfriend, and a great place to live.

The only problem I ran into since getting back from St. Mungo's was the constant nightmares. It was hard to get a full night's rest because of them. At St. Mungo's they gave me a potion to help deal with them so that I could heal. But I needed to stop taking them before I got addicted. I was tempted to just make it myself-it wouldn't be that hard. But a potion addiction is not what I need right now. So I suffer through them.

Luckily, I think I found something that helps. It doesn't prevent them, but I can go back to sleep with almost no problem after I have one. And it lessens the intensity. This thing is George. We sleep in the same bed now. It's actually really cute. He has to sleep with some part of his body touching me to reassure himself that I'm okay. Like if i roll over, he'll reach out his hand or foot until he hits my body. Sometimes he'll even move himself right up against me. One night, I went to the bathroom and found George panicked that I wasn't in bed. I was the one who comforted him that night.

I realized that this was traumatic for George and even Fred. Of course, not as traumatic as it was for me and anyone who says that is dumb as hell. Anyways, whenever I have one of my nightmares he holds me close to his chest and just talks to me. Sometimes it's about how much he loves me, other times its the joke shop, sometimes its just something random. But he doesn't stop until I fall asleep.

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"Mags, I think it's about time to go on a proper date." George said. I had been a long time since we had a date. The night before he left Hogwarts was probably the last time.

"Sounds good, when do you want to?" I continued shoving eggs into my mouth.

"How about tonight?"

"Perfect." I was excited. It had been too long since I had some one on one time with George. This would be good for us.

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That night I got dressed in a navy blue dress that fit loose and had long sleeves. I wanted to cover my scars, and I usually choose more form-fitting dresses but I still haven't gained back all the weight that I lost. I put on some make-up, but left my hair natural and curly. It's been a long time since I dressed up, and it gave a great boost to my confidence, which had really been lacking lately.

"You ready?" George called from outside the room.

"Yup" I gathered one deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. The dress only went down to my mid-thighs, so it covered the worst scars. Most were on my upper thighs, stomach, and arms. But you could still see some. I had avoided looking in mirrors. I wasn't allowed any at St. Mungo's. I have a feeling it's because I looked like someone who was kept chained up for three weeks with no shower, food spilled all over her, and tortured to the brink of death. because that's what happened. So it was probably a good thing there were no mirrors.

When I walked out, George's eyes grew wide and so did his smile. "Hot damn" He whispered. "The last time I saw you dress up was about four months ago. You should do it more often." He wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned down to kiss me.

"Looking Good, Mags!" I heard Fred shout from the workshop.

"Thanks!" I felt good too.

"Shall we go?" I wrapped his arm around mine and apparated to a nice restaurant.

"Wow George. The shop must really be doing well."

"You know it is. You helped with a lot of it. Speaking of which, didn't you tell us you had a ton of products for us? And that we should clear our shelves to make way for your brilliant ideas?"

"One- I actually haven't been when the store is open. Two-I have reasons. First I was forbidden and now I'm at work. Second, I was on drugs. You can't take anything I say seriously on drugs."

"We both know you were perfectly sober in that moment."

"Fine, I was traumatized. Wasn't in my right mind. I have a million excuses, George. So keep refuting them if you want." I made a lot of jokes about my experience. It used to make George uncomfortable because he didn't know if he should laugh. But now he does. According to my mental healer, Brian, I 'should stop making such jokes but it's better than shutting yourself off so if that's the best you can do then I guess that's fine'. Oh the fun we have.

It was a spectacular night. Of course, it ended with us very drunk at a muggle? bar singing karaoke. I don't really know how it ended up there. I think we drank a lot of wine. I vaguely remember suggesting karaoke and him being confused. So of course I had to show him what karaoke was. Still, we ended up at the flat so it worked. It was nice to let loose and live a little after all I'd been through.

Fueled by love and alcohol, we started making out. He tugged off my shirt, but stopped. On my stomach was a huge gash and words like "filthy half-blood", "traitor", "betrayal", "dirt". Those are the more light-hearted ones. His eyes traced every word. "George, if you're uncomfortable..." He cut me off with a kiss. Our thing, told you.

"I'm not uncomfortable. I just can't believe you had to go through this. These scars just show how strong you are." He started kissing each one gently. "Do you want to do this?"

I used my wand to put a sock on the doorknob-the universal sign for 'you don't want to go in there'. "Does that answer your question?"