the painter // george weasley //

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The Swing, Jean-Honoré Fragonard, 1767

"What?"

"I said I love the smell of dew.." He quickly said, "like morning dew.. I was thinking about the sunrise.." He lied.

"Oh." She said simply, "Thats nice.."

"Yeah."

"Well, it's late.." She stood up, flicking her wand at the record player and cutting the music. "Do you need anymore blankets, I know you said you're fine on the couch... but I can take it."

"No.." He stood up, "This perfect.. You can have your bed.."

"Right.." She looked at him, "Well, sleep well.." She turned around walking to her room

"No.. wait." He called after her. "I love you.."

She stopped

"I did say, I love you.. Not morning dew. I mean yeah I like the smell of it. But that's not the point," he paused, looking at her hair changing. It was turning stark white. He hadn't seen this color before. "I think I fell for you, Olive." he blurted out, "Okay.." He cringed, "So that just came out."

"You have a girlfriend.."

"What?" he asked surprise, "No I don't.."

"Angelina?" she asked

"No!" He stated, "No! We aren't together. We never truly loved each other, it was just everyone expected us to be together so we did. But it was never her!"

"Oh.."

He bit his lip back, "I... Um. Well, here's the thing."

She opened her mouth to say something but he put his hand up to stop her, walking slowly up to her.

"No, shut it. I gotta say it.. before I forget it.." He awkwardly chuckled, "I might have been practicing this moment in my head before I went to bed for the past week. And it was easy to say to my empty bedroom, but now standing in front of you. I'm shitting bricks..." He rambled on and then stopping, looking in her eyes, "So here it goes.. I know. We only just met like over a month ago. But, you're different. I have never met a soul like you before. You were like this missing piece in my life, and not because Fred is gone. Like before that.. Something was always missing.. I always saw Fred and Maeve, and everyone said that it was a once in a lifetime love story. Which it was yeah, and I always thought I'd never feel that way for someone. But you're.. You're you, and you make it so damn easy. Like Olive, do you realize, how easy it is to fall for you." His heart was going crazy, he was sure she could hear it pounding in his chest. "You never stop talking, and your clumsy. And you're funny and you just live life. And you're bloody talented.. Like it is unbelievable what you can do, and your mind! Your mind.. You say things I would never think of and you believe in things and see things, I wish I could try to understand. I don't know if this is what you want, but I just gotta say it. Cause like, you're someone who needs to be told these things. And I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life, literally.. Like you literally tripped into me.. Anyways not the point! I was lost. So lost, I barely got out of my bed in the morning. But knowing that you were at my parents house, or just thinking about you in front of the pet store, I got out of bed. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll . . . I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking and his eyes dropping from her face. His eyes focusing on their feet. "I think I love you," he said. "You're more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be..."

Then he looked up at her again, she was smiling.

"I might be in love with you." He smiles a little.