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The Fear You Won't Fall

George Weasley had no problem with crushes. Really, he was confident enough when he had a crush and always acted on them, but as much as he considered himself somehow nice with women, Cassiopeia… Well, Cassiopeia was definitely a completely different territory.

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Cassiopeia chugged down on a glass of water, watching as Eleanor dolled up in front of the mirror, feeling antsy but holding it back.

A month had passed, and she still wasn't excited about Valentine's Day, not even close to that, honestly. Her friend, on the other hand, was trying her best to look perfect for her date.

She didn't trust Eleanor, not as much as she did once. She could still remember her green eyes staring at her and her pale face while she squeezed the blonde and questioned her over whether she'd join the Dark Lord once they both left Hogwarts or not. Cassiopeia loved her best friend, but she could no longer see her the same way since then.

"How do I look?"

"Amazing," she opened a smile. "You're going now?"

"Yep," she gave a spin in front of the mirror, grinning. "Are you sure you're not coming?"

"As a heart attack," the blonde girl confirmed.

Her dark-haired friend let out a sigh but picked her purse up in the same cheerful manner she had spun just a moment earlier.

"Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Cassiopeia watched silently as she left, and went back to her book, but her reading didn't take much time, as she was quickly pulled to the diary she shared with George. Waiting for her, there was a message from him.

'Meet me in the Room of Requirement'

She frowned but looked around for a quill. When she didn't find it, she got off of the bed. Cassiopeia was decently dressed, so there was no reason not to go.

The common room was empty, except for a couple of first years that seemed to be studying, and no one paid any attention to her or her way. The corridors were even emptier, and she found herself in the Room rather quickly. When the girl reached it, the door opened to her before she could think of any request.

Cassiopeia entered with a frown, and George was standing inside with a very formal posture.

"Madam," he said slowly, trying to keep himself serious, and the girl rolled her blue eyes.

"I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to dating you, Weasley," she pointed. "No need to try to impress me."

Her boyfriend chuckled and rolled his eyes, but followed Cass' words, all the same, going back to his usual standing.

"What are we doing in here?" she questioned.

He seemed surprised for a moment.

"It's Valentine's Day, have you forgotten?" he pointed. "We might not be able to go outside and shout out from the rooftops how in love we are but that doesn't mean that I can't treat my girl with a nice… "

He walked behind a wardrobe standing in the middle of the empty room and pulled something from behind, exposing it to her eyes rather proudly.

"… Picnic," he raised a picnic basket similar to the one he'd taken with him when the two had gone out together during the summer holiday. "See, I know this is no graveyard, but it's the best we can have."

Her face softened in a smile and the blonde walked to George, cupping his cheek and giving his lips a kiss.

"I love the idea."

He opened a grin and pulled her along to where he'd already set a large sheet where the two of them could sit.

"I went to the kitchen and Ringo was very happy with helping me out," he pointed. "He made some great stuff."

She watched silently as he pulled things from inside the basket. Fruits like strawberries and cherries, grapes and red stuff in general, some bread, heart-shaped finger sandwiches, pastries and lots of chocolates. Everything seemed to be ready for the two of them to enjoy.

So they sat there, eating comfortably and talking about stupid stuff until the food was gone – mostly because of George, but Cassiopeia had had her fair share -and lied down on the blanket after cleaning it.

Her boyfriend reached out for her hand when they were down, holding it and putting it over his chest as their fingers interlaced.

"Six months together," he muttered. "Wow. We survived that. It's unbelievable."

The blue-eyed teen chuckled, staring at the ceiling – it was filled with floating white clouds, something that her boyfriend had probably requested.

"I thought my dad would have found out at this point," she confessed. "And here we are."

"Here we are," he sounded excited. "Wait… Why did you say yes if you thought your father would figure things out?"

Cassiopeia shrugged.

"I couldn't think of not being with you," she muttered. "I had to try."

George turned to his side, and she turned her head, finding his face right in front of hers.

"Was it worth it?" he whispered.

The girl couldn't find words, so she just nodded slowly.

George watched her silently himself and reached with a hand to cup his girlfriend's cheek.

"Can I?" he whispered.

"Please."

His lips felt amazing on her, and she reached for his shoulder, pulling him a bit closer. She didn't have much time to spend with him – Draco would be looking for her soon and Eleanor wouldn't spend the whole day in her date –, so they had to enjoy the time they had.

"You wanna sit up?" he questioned, pulling away from her lips to speak.

But Cassiopeia shook her head, blushing and smiling a very small smile.

"I'm okay if you are. Are you okay staying like this?"

George blushed, but only caressed her chin.

"Yeah. I'm okay."