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George lay awake on the top floor of the joke shop he and his brother Fred owned in Hogsmeade. It was called Fred and George's Joke Emporium and they were both extremely proud of it. Although Fred would have preferred if it had been in Diagon Alley and not Hogsmeade, but George had insisted and Fred knowing how much time they had spent in Hogsmeade when they were at Hogwarts eventually capitulated.
George had insisted because it was so close to Hogwarts. Ever since he had left three years he had been plagued by the one thing that he had never done. He had spent two years playing for the Chudley Cannons with his brother Fred, trying to earn money to open their joke shop. It had been hard leaving the team but their life was fun not Quidditch.
He had been trying to forget someone while he was playing Quidditch. And not just anyone. The most amazing he had ever known. And he'd seen this person several times since he had left Hogwarts. And every time he saw her every feeling he had came flooding back.
And then he had seen her again a few days. The new year at Hogwarts had begun. She and their brother Ron and Harry had made a stop down to Hogsmeade to say hi and be one first people to buy something. They had entered the shop and gasped. They had all been to Zonko's and this far surpassed it. That was because Fred and George had created their only original trinkets for the shop.
She had entered and for a second he hadn't recognized her. Her hair was no longer bushy; it was beautiful and glistened in huge waves down her back. Her face was now long and sleek since she had grown about five inches this past summer. She could now look him squarely in the nose. And her robes were one size smaller and accentuated her figure quite nicely. He had trembled when she walked up and threw her arms around him in a big hug. He had escaped that one by saying he had had one of those momentary shivers.
He could still see her image now. It was burned into his brain. She was so beautiful. Not to say that she hadn't been before but now she was even more beautiful. He remembered the first time he had really seen her for the first time. It had been in their fourth year and his seventh.
She had been sitting one day at the Gryffindor when he had walked into lunch. And he had gasped. He had just seen her in a completely new light. But unfortunately Krum had come along and ruined his plans horribly. And then he had graduated and gone to play for the Cannons. He'd seen her several times at his matches and at the Burrow. But he had been gone most of the time. But now he was back. And he was finally going to do something about this ache that longed inside him whenever he say her and kept him up through many nights like these. But how?
She would never go for him. He was tall yes and rather muscular but his face was so plain and he she didn't take him seriously. All those years of joking around had finally paid off.
He was madly in love with her; but he ever told her that she would laugh in his face. George in love with her? That was rich. Except it wasn't; he loved her, so much and he only wished he could tell her. This thought plagued him the rest of the night. Eventually he nodded off, happy that the store didn't open ten and that Fred could handle it by himself for while if he needed to sleep some more.
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A/N: I know this is kind of short but it's mainly to set up how George feels. You will get some real interaction hopefully next chapter.
George lay awake on the top floor of the joke shop he and his brother Fred owned in Hogsmeade. It was called Fred and George's Joke Emporium and they were both extremely proud of it. Although Fred would have preferred if it had been in Diagon Alley and not Hogsmeade, but George had insisted and Fred knowing how much time they had spent in Hogsmeade when they were at Hogwarts eventually capitulated.
George had insisted because it was so close to Hogwarts. Ever since he had left three years he had been plagued by the one thing that he had never done. He had spent two years playing for the Chudley Cannons with his brother Fred, trying to earn money to open their joke shop. It had been hard leaving the team but their life was fun not Quidditch.
He had been trying to forget someone while he was playing Quidditch. And not just anyone. The most amazing he had ever known. And he'd seen this person several times since he had left Hogwarts. And every time he saw her every feeling he had came flooding back.
And then he had seen her again a few days. The new year at Hogwarts had begun. She and their brother Ron and Harry had made a stop down to Hogsmeade to say hi and be one first people to buy something. They had entered the shop and gasped. They had all been to Zonko's and this far surpassed it. That was because Fred and George had created their only original trinkets for the shop.
She had entered and for a second he hadn't recognized her. Her hair was no longer bushy; it was beautiful and glistened in huge waves down her back. Her face was now long and sleek since she had grown about five inches this past summer. She could now look him squarely in the nose. And her robes were one size smaller and accentuated her figure quite nicely. He had trembled when she walked up and threw her arms around him in a big hug. He had escaped that one by saying he had had one of those momentary shivers.
He could still see her image now. It was burned into his brain. She was so beautiful. Not to say that she hadn't been before but now she was even more beautiful. He remembered the first time he had really seen her for the first time. It had been in their fourth year and his seventh.
She had been sitting one day at the Gryffindor when he had walked into lunch. And he had gasped. He had just seen her in a completely new light. But unfortunately Krum had come along and ruined his plans horribly. And then he had graduated and gone to play for the Cannons. He'd seen her several times at his matches and at the Burrow. But he had been gone most of the time. But now he was back. And he was finally going to do something about this ache that longed inside him whenever he say her and kept him up through many nights like these. But how?
She would never go for him. He was tall yes and rather muscular but his face was so plain and he she didn't take him seriously. All those years of joking around had finally paid off.
He was madly in love with her; but he ever told her that she would laugh in his face. George in love with her? That was rich. Except it wasn't; he loved her, so much and he only wished he could tell her. This thought plagued him the rest of the night. Eventually he nodded off, happy that the store didn't open ten and that Fred could handle it by himself for while if he needed to sleep some more.
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A/N: I know this is kind of short but it's mainly to set up how George feels. You will get some real interaction hopefully next chapter.