A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story – could be a one shot if I don't get any help from my Muses – and I did my best to make it a good one. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own George Weasley but would love to if given the choice. I do own Selena, so stay away from her.

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A figure detached itself from the shadows of the house and started pacing in the yard, quick fluid movements like a cat. She was waiting, for what she was unsure. It didn't make sense to her why she was so restless. Her father was many miles away and her enemies with him. Her Mark wasn't bothering her with a prickling sensation anymore. All she knew was that she was waiting…

George Weasley pulled open the door to the house and emerged into the light of the moon, a small smile on his face. He saw her pacing in the yard and made his way over to her. He hadn't expected her to show up, after all school was still in session.

"Selena," he whispered, touching her shoulder lightly as she passed. "What are you doing here?"

"I…I had to check on you," Selena murmured, looking at him with darkened eyes. "My father…he wants you and the rest of the blood traitors dead…"

"That's old news Selena," George commented, putting his large hands on her shoulders. "You need to stop worrying about that. Nothing is going to happen to us."

"Something will happen to you if you don't stop seeing me," Selena said, shaking her head so that her dark hair shimmered in the moon's pale light. "You are a Weasley…I'm the daughter of perhaps the greatest evil in the wizard world."

A large smile broke out on George's face. "You're the daughter of Lit tests? Merlin, you must be the smartest person in the world."

Selena didn't even crack a smile at his lame joke. Her eyes were full of a serious light, more so than normal, and that made George's smile falter and fall.

"George, I can't protect you anymore," Selena muttered, placing a hand on his heart. "I can't keep my heart safe with yours anymore. Father, he's getting angrier and angrier. If I continue a relationship with you – people could get hurt."

"And if you don't, I'll be hurt," George pointed out, trying to pull her close to him but her hand was firmly planted against his chest, holding her body firmly away from his. "Not to mention, you'll be hurt. Selena, you can't give up on me just because You-Know-Who doesn't approve of our relationship. Fathers are like that about their daughters."

"Oh Father, approves of the relationship," Selena informed him. "It helps establish a connection where you think I'm on the side of the Order and get comfortable around me."

"You are on the Order's side," George stated before lowering his voice. "Aren't you?"

Selena sighed and looked away from him. "I don't know whose side I'm on anymore and Dumbledore isn't helping me figure that out. I guess I'm half bad like Severus."

George snorted. "Snape is all bad!"

Selena shook her head. "George, please make this easy for the both of us…"

"Make what easy?" George knocked her hand down and pulled her to him. "Selena, you're talking like this is goodbye for us."

She met his eyes again and George saw the look in her brilliant green ones. He shook his head and tried to keep her close to him, but she pulled away.

"Selena, no!" he protested as she backed away from him. "Please, we can work out whatever needs to be! Don't leave me because your dad threatens to knock me off! We can make this work!"

"George, we can't!" Selena snapped, tears shining in her eyes. "We just can't! If you get hurt and I'm in love with you, my heart couldn't stand it! I have to stop loving you and then maybe I'll manage to live without you…"

"Selena…"

"George, please just let me go," Selena whispered, pleading with him. "Please just let me go."

"I won't," George declared, taking a step in her direction. "Who will you turn to instead of me? Who will be there for you if I'm not?" He frowned. "Who will make love to you like I do?"

The color didn't even flood Selena's face at the thought of making love with him. She pulled out her wand and held it at the ready, causing George to stop moving.

"George, I'll – I'll find no one else," Selena told him. "I don't want my heart to be broken by this war between wizards!"

"Then why are you giving up the best thing that has happened to you since Dumbledore's brother took you in?"

Selena shook her head. "George, I have to! There's no other way!"

"There is always another way," George snapped, advancing on her now, no longer concerned about her wand. "You don't have to break up a good thing like this – You can't deny that what we have is the best love story in the world! Selena, Merlin be damned, I'm in fucking love with you!"
Selena shivered under his touch as he took her in his arms once more. "George, please. You have to give me up. Father -"

"Can kiss my bloody ass!" George snarled, grabbing her roughly by the chin. "Nothing Voldemort can do will take you away from me, Selena. Nothing."

George pressed his lips against hers and felt her respond to his hard kiss for a moment before she turned her face away. He didn't like to see how wet her eyes were when he stared down at her. She was supposed to be happy that he wasn't going to let anything separate them.

"I won't let him take you away from me," George stated bluntly.

Selena pushed against him, trying to force him away. "George, let me go!"

George only held on tighter. Selena waved her wand and he was forced away from her by a blast of energy.

"George, you don't get it!" she snarled. "I don't want you anymore! I don't want to be with a Weasley! I don't care how pureblood you are or how funny! I don't care how good you are in bed or what we've had since the Tri-Wizard Tournament!"

George pulled out his wand too; ready to use it against the love of his life. "You're lying! You wouldn't have come here tonight if you didn't want to be with me, Selena. You would have broken up via owl post, but you came here hoping that I would put up a fight, that I'd try to keep you from walking away."

Selena shook her head and took a step back. "George, I don't want you! I don't want you to fight for me! I want you to let me go and never seek me again. I am done with you."

"Well, I'm not done loving you! You see, I don't back down from a fight when someone's threatening to take away the people I love. Guess that makes a Gryffindor better than a Slytherin!"

George waved his wand and Selena was forced closer to him. She had a year of schooling over him and the training of two of the greatest wizards in her, but George was fighting for something he knew was right. Magical skill would not help her tonight.

"George!" Selena hissed his name like it was dirty and put a shield around herself. "I'm leaving tonight and I never want to see you again!"

"It's not happening!"

Selena brandished her wand at him and George saw a flash of red light before the world rushed up to meet him. Maybe magical basics were all that she needed…

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Selena slid off her broom as the Quidditch pitch was engulfed in noise. Slytherin had beat Ravenclaw with her help and would be moving into the finals against Gryffindor, but this win meant nothing to Selena. Nothing meant anything to her anymore.

She skipped the locker rooms and simply marched towards the castle, the Snitch still firmly gripped in her hand. She didn't feel like dealing with her fellow Slytherin housemates' at that moment. She wanted a bath and as Head Girl, she was going to get one in the private bathrooms, away from the prying eyes of her fellow students.

Two more months, Selena thought, her gym bag slung over her shoulder. Two more months and I never have to see any of them daily…I can be alone…Alone…

She hated the sound of the word, the weight of it. It had been a month and a half since she had last seen George. She refused to answer any of his letters – she wouldn't even read them -, refused to go to leave the castle except when Dumbledore needed her to go on a mission for the Order – anything to avoid George and keep her heart guarded from him.

It hurt to be without him, but she knew it would hurt to be with him if something bad happened to him. She couldn't live with the guilt if something bad happened to the people she loved, but she knew she couldn't shake everybody. (Evelyn and Harry were proof of the resiliency of friendship.) She could only hope that nothing bad happened to them.

Selena slipped into the bathroom and walked over to the edge of the pool sized bathtub. She dropped her gym bag and broom, frowning as she turned on the water. Within minutes, the bathtub was full and Selena was stripping out of her Quidditch robes down to her regular Muggle clothes. Selena felt like someone was watching her and glanced up at the painting on the wall. The person in the painting wasn't even there at the moment.

"Paranoid," Selena muttered to herself, pulling off her shirt. "Absolutely paranoid."

Hands closed in on her wrists, forcing them together and Selena gasped. She tried to spin around, but the grip on her tightened, holding her in place.

"Let me go, you bastard!" she snarled, her eyes narrowing in barely suppressed fury.

"I told you I'd never let you go," George's voice floated from behind her, causing her to stiffen. "And I always keep my promises, Selena."

"George," Selena whispered, stopping her attempt to squirm out of his grasp. "George, I told you that I didn't want you… That I never wanted to see you again."

"Yeah and you almost kept that promise," George said, spinning her around in his arms. "You avoided me like I had the plague, but I'm not going to let you slip away from me."

Selena drew herself up to her full height and kicked him in the knee. "George, you should have let me go."

George didn't even flinch. "Selena, I told you before and I'm going to tell you again. I love you and nothing – not Voldemort or your attitude – is going to change that. I want to be with you and only you, pet. Don't deny me this."

Selena stared at him silently, trying to formulate a plan to get him to leave. George shifted his grip on her wrists so that one hand now held onto both. The freed hand cupped Selena's neck from behind and George lowered his lips to hers. Selena couldn't stop herself from melting into the kiss, denied of it for so long. Despite what she knew was right, she wanted the kiss to go on and on ,with no end in sight.

"That's my girl," George whispered in her ear when he pulled back to let her breathe. "Let me show you the extent of my love, pet…"

Selena let her mind go blissfully blank as George kissed her again. He released her wrists and held her close to him, his hand fisting her shirt. Selena ran her hands down his chest and hooked her fingertips under the hem of his shirt, dragging it up slowly so that her nails grazed his leanly muscled body. George lifted his arms up long enough for her to slip his shirt off of him before he pulled her close, fitting his body flush against hers. Selena moaned softly as he kissed her neck and he grabbed onto her shirt, ripping it apart as if it were made of paper.

"Selena, I want you," George whispered, looking down at her with hungry eyes. "I want you now."

Selena would never admit it, but she wanted him as well. A prickling went up her left arm and she looked to see that her Dark Mark was moving. She cursed silently, but George gathered her in his arms once more and started peeling off more of her clothes. Her thoughts about her Mark vanished when his lips trailed down the column of her neck to her chest.

"George, please…" She didn't know if she was begging him to go away like her mind wanted him to or to take her now. All she knew was that she wanted his touch on her skin, the feeling of him inside her. "Please…"

George removed the final articles of clothing on her person, removing his as well and carried her into the water. She cried out when the cold water touched her, but George kissed her, warming her from the inside. Selena wrapped her arms around him and deepened the kiss, taking more and more love from him as she could until she was dizzy with it.

She cried out his name and a string of curses as he entered her, pressing her back against the wall of the bathtub. Her nails dug into his soft flesh as he continued to thrust into her and she moaned his name into his shoulder as he picked up the pace and intensity.

"Oh George!" she cried out, her hips arching to meet his. "George! Fuck…Oh…Oh yes! George!"

George smiled at her, sweat dripping from his brow as he drove into her over and over again, taking her closer to the edge. He could feel the fire of her nails in his skin, leaving little bloody trails in their place. He could smell her hair's perfume as she pressed herself closer to him, their bodies rising to meet the other as they moved in unison. He could feel her growing tighter around his hardened member and knew that it wouldn't be long before they would release together. George thrust into her harder, faster, trying to satisfy her over himself.

"Se…lena…" he ground out, gripping her firmly by the hips and grinding his against hers. "I fucking love you!"

Selena's eyes were rolling underneath her lids and her breath was coming in ragged pants and moans. "George…I can't last much longer!"

"Hold on…" George hissed, pounding harder into her. "Hold…on…"
Selena's body shuddered against him and she cried out his name as her muscle walls tightened and trembled around his hardened member, milking him of his release. George cursed, crying out her name as he released inside of her, falling against her in the cold water of the bathtub. Selena's chest rose and fell against his in rapid bursts as they rode out their climaxes.

George elicited another moan from Selena when he pulled out of her. "Selena, I…love you."

She was silent for a moment, trying to regain her breath and George doubted whether or not she would say it back to him. If Selena was good at anything, it was leaving him hanging when it came to love.

"I…I love you too George," she whispered, looking at him through half closed eyes. "I want you…no matter what my father does, I want you. I missed you…for far too long…"

George smiled at her and kissed her softly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her body flush against his again.

I'm sorry Father…I am weak and he makes me strong…

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A/N: So, what do you think? Is this good? Is it bad? I'd like to know you're honest opinions, so please leave a contribution in the review box. I'll get back to you when you review and I'll be as nice as possible even in the face of flamers. I thank you for reading this and reviewing. Thanks! ~ Scarlet