Mrs Weasley (George Weasley)

Chapter 10: anger p2

Ron comes in hesitantly.
"Emily, what happened?"
"He accused me of sleeping with Malfoy and then he..." my voice trailed off.
"Who Emily? What did he do?"
"I don't know who it was. He accused my mother of sleeping with anyone and everyone!" Suddenly the drawers fly out of the small desk in the room.
"Shit." I clench my hands. My grandmother told me this used to happen to my mother when she got angry.
"Emily, can you come down stairs? They're asking for you."
"I don't want to see his stupid face!" And now a bottle of butterbeer on the desk explodes.
"Goddamnit, Ron can you get me a towel please?"
"Yeah sure I'll be right back." He leaves the room.
"George don't go in."
"I need to see her Ron!"
"And you will but right now you need to stay outside." I hear Ron's footsteps grow softer.
Suddenly someone bursts in the door.
"What happened down there? Who the hell do I need to kill?"
"George stop please."
"No! Someone hurt you that's not ok!"
"George please calm-"
"No I will not calm down!"
"George please!" And now one of my trunks flies open and clothes fly out at George.
"Shit. George please give me a minute before anything more violent comes flying at you. I don't want you hurt."
He walks out of the room without a word.
"George I told you not to go in there!"
"Clothes started flying. She wasn't even touching them. What happened?"
"She doesn't know George. It happens when she's uncontrollably angry, she can feel when it might happen but she doesn't know what's going to happen. It's why I told you not to go in there. She doesn't tell anyone. You need to go. I've got her." Ron walks in and hands me a towel.
"Thanks Ron," I start to mop up the desk. "He thinks I'm crazy doesn't he?"
"I doubt it he's too damn busy drooling over you."
"Ron I could've seriously hurt him. He came in and he had no idea what he was walking in to. I only let you in here because you know what you're coming in to. After someone's been around me for long enough I feel like I can kind of make sure nothing flies at them."
"Emily he doesn't think you're crazy. Can you come downstairs now?"
I nod in response. We walk down the stairs and everyone stops and becomes silent. Suddenly George's arms wrap around me.
"George you have to promise me to stay away when I'm angry or upset. I can feel when this might happen but you can't. And today was clothes but the next time it could be glass or something heavy. I can't control it and neither could my mother."
"Darling, I don't care what happens ok? I'm not promising anything."
"George. You and I haven't been together for very long but I can't wait ok? I love you."
"You what?"
"I love you George Weasley and you don't need to say it back right now it's ok but-"
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"I love you Emily Bennington."
Suddenly the door opened to the back room. Standing there was the man who insulted my mother.
"Ms Bennington I must-"
I didn't care what he had to say or who he was. I couldn't hold it back I stormed up to him and swung. Blood dripped from his nose.
"You stupid stupid girl! I was right about you being like your mother!"
I pulled my wand out of my pocket and pointed it at his throat.
"I have absolutely no issue getting myself expelled and spending a life in Azkaban if you do not shut your filthy mouth about my mother."
Suddenly the front door creaks open.
"Ms Bennington, lower your wand." It was Dumbledore.
"Professor Dumbledore, you don't understand. The things he said. The insults. The way he spoke about my mother."
"I understand your anger completely but you mustn't throw your life away over one insult." I lower my wand and looked to the man. The least I could do was give him a good scare.
"Dumbledore may have saved your sorry ass this time. But if you ever speak an ill word about my mother again. I will end your life."
George grabs my arms and pulls me away. Rubbing my shoulders, he says, "Darling he's not worth a fight ok?" I nod and fall back into him.
"I'm sorry."
"Dear, you have nothing to be sorry for come here." He pulls me into a big hug and the man tiptoes behind me out of the house.
"Come on," he pulls me upstairs.
"I'll be right back I'm going to try and calm her down," he says to Molly.
"George I'm ok."
"Come on just for a minute."
"George... I don't want to hurt you."
"Emily you're not going to hurt me," before he gives me a chance to interject he pulls me up the stairs and into the boys room. I turn to him and put my hand on the side of his face getting on my tippy toes to kiss him. I pull away and he puts his forehead on mine.
"What exactly did he say in there?"
"He asked me about my relationship with Malfoy and what he might've told me about him of his family. So I told them we weren't really in a relationship and he never talked to me about things. And he accused me of sleeping with Malfoy, as if that's any of his business, and then said I was just like my mother letting Malfoy in my pants without a good conversation first."
"Did you?"
"Did I what George?"
"Did you sleep with Malfoy?"
"No, not that it's any of your business either."
"I was just asking. I don't care who was in your past, as long as I'm in your life now."
"I never slept with Malfoy. He wanted to but I knew nearly nothing about him. He pushed away my questions and only ever wanted to be physical. I didn't think it was his fault, I just thought he was afraid. It's a shame he couldn't have opened up. I would've loved to be his friend. An outlet for him if he needed it."
He pulls me into a putting his chin on top of my head and rubbing my back.
"I feel better now, let's go downstairs." He nods and grabs my hand bringing me to the main living area. Everyone was gathered around. Tonks was the first to look up at me.
"Emily, what John said in there wasn't ok but you need to control your anger. You broke his nose and while I applaud you for that Dumbledore was not happy."
"Who cares? She was serving a little bit of justice!" Sirius adds.
"I know I shouldn't have hit him Tonks I got it. Now I'd rather not talk about it anymore before I break something else with my mind."
"What?" Tonks eyes go wide. "You got that from your mother. Most wizards don't get random acts of magic when they feel extreme emotions."
"Yeah my grandmother used to tell me that's when she knew my Mum was different."
"Your mum wasn't just different Emily, she was extraordinary."