George Weasley // Stuck with me

6. Happy

Breakfast was interesting to say the least.  Harry had apparently hadn't found his soulmate the day before (big shocker nobody was compatible with him) so he was otherwise occupied up at the professor's table.  Ron and Hermione apparently were still on cloud nine after finding out they were supposed to be together so every one else was kind of invisible to them.  Which left a grumpy Ginny who apparently didn't get enough sleep, an awkward Dean and Seamus sitting very close to each other, and a silent McKenna and George.  Despite having a massive headache from the accumulative loss of sleep, McKenna did her best to shovel down a couple bites of scrambled eggs on her plate, swallowing thickly with each bite.  At some point her and George are going to have to be on speaking terms and this worried her.  He was super closed off and she wasn't really open to spilling her soul to someone either.  

For the longest time it was McKenna watching over Harry.  She took care of him, kept him safe whether it was the Dursley's or Voldemort or even Snape she was there.  She held him while he cried, made him laugh when he needed it, made sure he ate enough food everyday, and held his hand when they were going to die.  Even though she knew that he tried his best, Harry never quite returned the favor.  To McKenna, that was okay.  She would rather have everyone else taken care of before herself.  She couldn't decide if she just had a strong maternal instinct or a really bad self sacrificing complex but either way, it's not healthy.  Her years blurred together, between summers with the Dursley's and trying not to die at school, McKenna's guilt and grief only took form in the silent tears in bed and quiet breakdowns in Myrtle's bathroom.  This lead to a very broken 18 year old.  

Zoning back in from her thoughts she looked at George.  His eyes still sunken and his skin was so pale that he almost looked transparent.  He looked fragile, like glass slowed in a fall, seconds from shattering.  McKenna reached over on the table and grabbed a glass and filled it with water.  Placing the cup in front of George's crossed arms sitting on the table she looked at him.  Lifting his gaze from the glass placed in his vision he looked back at her.  

"Please."  She whispered darting a look to the glass.  George blinked and slowly tilted his head back down and stared at the glass.  McKenna tore her gaze away and continued to push eggs around on her plate.  A couple of minutes pass until a small movement in her peripheral caught her eye.  George was taking a sip of the water.  Hope blossomed in her chest as he moved to put the glass down.  Grabbing a piece of toast from the middle of the table she ripped off a corner and bumped George's arm with it.  She began to look around the hall while munching on the rest of the toast.  Her gaze faltered for a bit when she felt the small bite of toast be taken from her hand.  Carefully she listened, hoping for one sound. Crunch, George ate the toast.  Baby steps McKenna at least were making progress  she thought.  Ripping off another piece she offered it to him, this time making eye contact.  George took the bite quickly darting his gaze to meet hers before staring at the table once again.  The small moment was interrupted by the startling voice of headmistress McGonagall. 

"Ginny Weasley if you could please join me at the front of the hall for a moment."  Ginny stood with a confused glance at the rest of the table before following McGonagall.  McKenna stared at the front of the hall, looking for one specific person.  She found him, dark hair and glasses face plastered with a smile at the approaching Ginny Weasley behind the professor.  She whispered to George 

"Look, I have a feeling that your mom is gonna be getting both of us now instead of just me."  George followed her gaze and for a second, McKenna swore she saw a smile flash on his face for just a nanosecond.  

"You guys were her kids the moment you walked through our doorway that morning."

McKenna froze, did George just speak? in a conversation?  unprompted? I mean it was whispered but still, the thought alone besides what he said made the hope in McKenna's chest grow bigger.  A warmth spread in her chest and for the first time in awhile, she feels like everything might be okay.  Leaning her head on his shoulder,

                                                                               she felt happy.

A/N- Hello! sorry for the couple days wait but Happy Holidays! I had a decent Christmas for COVID and I hope you guys did too. Hopefully I can update pretty often but my next semester starts January 6th so were gonna see how school goes.  Thanks for reading and as always I hope you enjoy!