George Fabian Weasley ✔ In Denial

If there's one thing I regretted doing so, that I'll even lend my life just to change... It will be, admitting my feelings to George Weasley.

The Weasley's adopted me when I was three. My parents died in a car crash and I was left alone. Arthur Weasley was a friend of my father. Dad was a wizard, but Mom was a muggle. Arthur Weasley was the one who found me left alone in our house the night my parents died. He took me in and adopted me.

Do you think it's hard for a family with seven children to adopt another? You gotta need to hand it to Arthur and Molly. They took care of me like I was their child.

I was aloof with everyone at first, but you can't stay like that when you're living with the Weasleys. They're so happy even though they're not rich. Always having trouble buying things everyone needed, but still making it through.

Ginny and I are everyone's baby girls. I was so close to everyone because they treat me like I'm a blood relative. Charles and Billy will let me ride their shoulders and even piggybacks, that's why I cried when they both graduated from Hogwarts and finally left home to get their jobs.

But the sadness didn't last long because Fred and George were there to comfort me. They started showing me their pranks and stuff. They even invited me to watch them do it and made me their accomplice. They always make me laugh no matter how small the reason is.

Everything was perfect. I get to hold their hands. I get to talk to them. I get to laugh with them and I get to hug them. That's why I kept wishing that I didn't fall in love with George because it ruined everything.

"Georgie... I like you."

A groan of pain slips out of my lips when I absentmindedly punch the wall.

Everything changed after that night.

George stops looking at me. He stops talking to me and he won't stay long at a place where I am around. At first, I was determined to bring everything back to what it used to be, but I eventually got tired. I got tired of chasing him, so I get along with it.

I stopped following him. I stopped trying to get him to talk to me and I stopped admiring his looks, even though deep inside, I know I still wish I can kiss him.

I quickly hide my hand behind me when the door of the room I was sharing with Ginny, burst open. The said red-headed girl's head peeking inside.

"Hey. Mom said dinner's ready."

"Thank's Ginny. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I smile at her and watch her retreating figure, before letting out a sigh.

I wish it was Fred I had fallen in love with. At least, there's a big chance that he wouldn't stay away from me and probably just gonna laugh it off.

I punch the wall once again and ignore the stinging pain. Grabbing a ponytail, I tied my hair in a messy bun and get out of the room.

Walking towards the kitchen, I saw George entering the house with a bucket of water, averting my gaze, I went straight to Fred who was carrying a sack.

"What's this?"

"Rice. Mom told us to get it from the back."

"Rice? From the muggles?" He only nodded. "Is that firecrackers in your pocket? Where did you get it? I thought Molly confiscated all of those things last night?"

"Shh. Mom can't find out."

"Fred Weasley. I want a peaceful sleep tonight. Don't you dare use that near my room."

Instead of answering me, he just gave me a naughty wink before carrying the sack with him. I didn't spare George a single look and finally went to the kitchen, where everyone was waiting. Even Arthur was there.

"Just got home?"

"Yes. The Ministry's busy today."

I smile at him before taking a seat beside Ginny. It's Christmas vacation, so everyone's at their homes. No school or such. Harry will be arriving tomorrow at the Burrow to celebrate his holiday with us.

We started eating when Fred and George finally settled down at the table. It was as usual.

Percy told everyone stories about his prefect jobs and his girlfriend, Penelope. Ron told everyone about his adventures with Harry. The twins told everyone about their pranks. While Ginny told us how she made more friends.

I was busy listening to each of their stories that I forgot that Molly got used to asking mine.

"How about you, dear? Got anything to tell us?"

"Oh! This year's not that thrilling. It went just like the past few years. Made some friends, got high scores in the quizzes, and such things."

"Is that so?" I nodded at Arthur, and smile when he handed me the pitcher after seeing me trying to reach it.

I pour some of the apple juice into my glass and take a sip on it.

"Why don't you tell them about how Jordan kissed you in the library?" said Ginny, grinning from ear to ear as she looks at me.

I choke on my drink and almost spit it out on the table, thanks to Percy for preventing it by quickly handing me clean clothe.

"Jordan? Lee Jordan? Our mate kissed you?!"

I don't know whether Fred was surprised or he was glad. I can't decipher the wide grin on his lips along with his moving eyebrows. Maybe he was just being, Fred?

"I-It's nothing," I mumbled under my breath.

I made sure to lower my head to hide my embarrassment.

"I heard about that kid from Fred and George. He's their friend. Are you dating him?"

I look at Arthur with wide eyes and hastily shake my head.

"No. It was a mistake. Jordan was in a bad mood because Angelina rejected him again. I tried to comfort him, but when I pulled him up, he trips... It was an accident." I explained, trying my best not to cringe since it was the truth.

They won't let their gaze off me, so I force a smile on my lips and try to reach for the pitcher again without looking.

A hissed of pain slip out of my lips when George suddenly slap my hand away.

"George!" Molly called to him with a strict tone.

She stands up from her seat and walks towards me. She quickly grabs my hand and checked it. Everyone looks at us when she gasps.

I quickly pull my hand from her and clutch it near my chest.

"It wasn't George's fault. I wasn't looking at what I was trying to reach."

I glance at George and he was glaring. I felt a prick on my chest and bit my lower lip to stop a sob from coming out of my throat.

"That's not the point, dear! It's swollen and bloody! What happened to it?"

"Molly, I'm really fine. I think I'm full. I'll clean the wound upstairs. Sorry again."

I said all of that in one breathe and quickly stand up from my seat. Without glancing back, I run back to my room and close the door behind me.

I look at my fist, and Molly was right. It was swollen and it turned into a shade of violet. Blood is already dried on the skin. It stings, but the physical pain wasn't even a match for the pain in my chest. Slowly crushing my heart into pieces.

Sighing to myself, I let out a groan and plop myself down on my bed. Burying my face in the pillows and forgetting about the fact that I need to clean my wound.

Does George need to be that rude?

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An hour passed by and a frown was settling down on my face as I glance at the clock hanging in the wall. It was already time to sleep and I'm sure everyone's on their beds now, but Ginny was not. She was supposed to be back in our room a few minutes earlier.

I know I shouldn't be worrying or anything since everyone in the house can use magic and no one will dare storm the house in the middle of the night, but I can't help it.

Letting out another sigh, I push myself up off the bed and straighten my shirt, before grabbing the doorknob.

I don't need to twist it to open it. It did open before I can even make any move.

A frown finally settled down on my face when George's face comes out from the dark corridor. He was the one holding the doorknob from the outside. But Ginny was not with him.

"George? W-What are you doing here?"

But instead of answering me, he turns his back on me and closes the door. I heard a clicking sound as he locks it.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll wake everyone with that voice."

There was something wrong with him. His voice was dark and even though I was seeing him every day around the house, this was the only time I notice how dark the bags are under his eyes.

I keep taking a step backward as he slowly moves towards me. George was never scary. He's always funny and merry going. But tonight, he's not.

"George. Ow!"

A protest of pain was visible in my face when George grab my shoulders and pin me roughly in the wall.

"What do you think– hmmph!"

I can taste the strong bitterness of the alcohol from his tongue, as he forcibly slid it into my mouth.

How can I be so stupid to the point that I didn't even notice he was drunk?! Hell! I didn't even know there are alcoholic drinks in the house.

I've always wanted to kiss George, but never like this. I've always dreamed of it, but if it's like this, then I don't want it anymore.

He was brushing his lips again mine, and it was not the soft pleasuring one I've always imagined. He's biting at my lower lip and tugging on it roughly, all I can do was fists on his shirt.

"G-George–"

I tried to push him away, but his painful hold on my waist prevent me from doing so. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and all I can do was cry.

I don't want to scream, because if I did, George will get in trouble with his family. I don't want that.

"George..."

"What?!" His scream scared the hell out of me, but I force a smile on my lips when he pulled away.

"This is not you, George. Please..."

George quickly pulls away from me, so fast, as if he just got burned. I felt myself slipping down the wall after my knees finally gave in.

George was watching me with wide eyes. He didn't move for a few seconds, and when he did, he frustratingly runs his fingers on his hair and tug on them.

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit! What the hell did I do?!"

I didn't want to show him how scared I am, because I know he didn't mean any of it. I tried to fight it back, but when he takes a step towards me, I whimpered.

George freeze on his spot. He looks at me with soft eyes, biting his lower lip from regret.

All I did, was sit there and stare at the floor. The tears had dried, but I was still shaking.

"Bloody hell!"

My whole body tensed up when George's arms wrapped around it. I tried to push him out of instinct, but I got too relaxed when George started rocking the two of us, while continuously muttering Sorries beside my ear.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of that. Blimey! You know I would never touch you or hurt you! I... I am stupidly drunk. Please!"

I hesitate, but I eventually wrap my arms around his body, burying my face in his shoulder and taking a whip of his manly scent, that quickly sends a calming wave down my body.

"George... Why? Why did you do that?"

My voice was clear of blame. There's no fear in my tone anymore. I just simply pull away from the hug and look at him.

"I... I was drunk. I was frustrated with the fact that I rejected you. I stayed away from you. I ignored you all this time after your confession. But I know deep inside my heart, that I want you. I want you so much. I was just... Just... In denial of that feeling because I was scared that if it didn't work out, it'll ruin the relationship and the closeness we built as brother and sister."

To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He was surprised when I slapped him.

I stand abruptly and glare at him.

"Why would you do that? Why would you look so far ahead of you without even trying?! Are you saying that you did all those ignoring acts on me just because you were scared?! Didn't you even realize what I've been feeling all this time?! I was broken, George! I love you! Don't you get it?!"

"I know! It's just... I am scared, but then you started ignoring me too. You won't even spare me a glance. I thought it was for the best, but then Ginny told everyone about how Jordan kissed you. I can't help but get furious. I don't want anyone touching you! You're mine! Then the idea of you getting tired of loving me scared me to hell."

"Is that why you drink? Are you stupid? Didn't you heard anything of what I said back at the table?!"

I wasn't expecting it, but I was perplexed when he started chuckling. I stared at him bewilderedly and I felt myself getting furious at the sight. Did he go mad?

"What the hell are you laughing at?!"

"I-I'm sorry. I just can't help it, but think that you look hot when you look like that."

"Look like what?! Like an angry bull with a nose that is puffing smokes?!"

"No!"

"Then what?!"

"Like you just woke up from a tiring make love session with me."

It confused me for a second, but then I glance down at myself.

My shirt was slightly crumpled and pulled up slightly, showing a partial skin of my waist. I was mildly sweating and my hair was a mess of entanglements.

If the cartoons were right about girl's heads exploding out of excitement because the guy they like confessed that they like them too, it'll be happening to me too. The only difference is, George was thinking of a make love session with me.

"W-What?"

"I love you."

Okay! That was unfair! I wasn't ready!

"C-Can you say that again?"

"I can say it every day and I won't get tired."

George smile as he looks down at me since he's tall. He softly caresses my cheek and pushes a loose hair behind my ear.

"George..." I bit my lower lip and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my feet in a tiptoe so I can reach him.

I close my eyes the moment my lips touch his. I felt his grin between the kiss, along with his arm snaking around my waist to pull me closer.

The kiss was nothing like earlier. It is soft, warm, and tender. Filled with sincerity and love. This time, no frustration. Just pure affection.

"I love you too, George."

"I know. And I love you more."

"I don't want to ruin the moment, and it's disturbing by the way, but can you two stop snogging each other now? I want to sleep."

George and I look at Ginny and let out a laugh when she just rolls her eyes and closes the door.

"I'll sleep in your bed, George," Ginny said on the other side.

George and I look at each other and grin.

"Let's wait till we tell Fred," said George, grabbing my arm and softly kissing the wound on my fist.

I thought he didn't notice.

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