The Shy Weasley
"Hey George, Fred have you seen Ginny?" I ask.
"Hey Mione, Ginny is upstairs in her room." Fred responded.
"Ok thanks." I reply heading upstairs. "Hey Ginny."
"Hey Hermione." She responds from her bed where she is reading a fashion magazine.
"Ginny I have a question and I want a serious answer." I say.
"Ok what's up?" She says putting her magazine down and giving me her full attention.
"Does George hate me?" I ask.
"What of course he doesn't hate you." She replies "Why on earth would you think that he hates you?"
"I don't know it just seems he will do whatever it takes not to talk to me." I explain "He won't respond if he doesn't have to and when he does respond it's only a couple word responses. It seems when I come into a room he becomes quiet and reserved. He will even stop whatever it was he was saying if he notices I am in the room."
"Well George is a bit shy." She explains, "so that's nothing. I does not mean he hates you."
"George shy?" I say, "Yeah sure."
"It's true" she tells, "He tends to hide in the shadow of Fred. Lets Fred do most of the talking. He doesn't really like attention especially from females. He has never even had a girlfriend. Let alone a date that wasn't forced on him by doubling with Fred."
"Seriously?" I asked, "I never would have guessed that."
"Just be patient with him." She says "But trust me he does not hate you."
"Okay." I reply "Let's just go to bed now enough talk about people who may or may not hate me."
I can't seem to sleep. Maybe a little snack and some tea will help. I head downstairs to the kitchen and see the light on. I cautiously walk into the kitchen with my hand on my wand just in case. I peek into the kitchen and see a tall red headed twin.
"Hey George." I say walking into the kitchen. I must have surprised him because he spun around spilling his tea on the ground and himself. He turned bright red when he saw it was me. "Sorry for startling you. Are you ok? Did you burn yourself?" I grab a towel to help him dry off and clean up the mess.
"It's ok. I'm fine." He mumbles. I'm still drying him off so he awkwardly took the towel from my grasp making me blush. While he finishes cleaning up I busy myself with making two new cups of tea. When I finished the tea George had finished cleaning the mess and I handed him a cup of tea.
"Thanks." He murmured. We sipped our tea in silence. George suddenly pulled out his wand and summoned some cookies Mrs. Weasley had made earlier today. He put them on a plate and set them between us silently offering some to me while he started eating one. We stayed like this until I decided to break the silence.
"Why do you not talk to me?" I ask.
"I talk to you." He replies quietly.
"A couple word sentences in a muted tone don't count." I say.
"I'm sorry." He says, "You just make me uncomfortable."
"Oh." I say shocked, "I'm sorry, I'll just go then."
"No!" He exclaims grabbing my arm to stop me from leaving, "I didn't mean that. What I meant to say was that you intimidate me."
"I'm sorry." I reply, "I don't know what to do. Do you want me to leave you alone? Stay away from you or what?"
"No," he says, "This isn't coming out right. I don't want to stay away from you or for you to stay away from me."
"I don't understand. I intimidate you and make you feel uncomfortable but you don't want to be away from me?" I ask.
"Yes, Merlin how could you not intimidate me? Your gorgeous, smartest witch of the age, one of the bravest people I know, extremely loyal to those you love and care about and you are the most generous and nice person I know. You are perfect." He explains.
Blushing I say, "I'm far from perfect, George."
"That's another thing; you are one of the only people who can tell Fred and me apart." He says, "We don't know how you do it but you do and I love it. Another thing is that every time you see Fred and I together you always say 'George and Fred' no one else does, it's always 'Fred and George', it makes me feel special like I'm not just second to Fred or interchangeable."
"You are special George, you are second to no one and nobody could replace you." I say with a sweet smile.
"How do you tell us apart?" George asks.
"I don't know something just feels different between you and Fred." I explain. "You have a couple freckles here on your cheek by your ear that Fred doesn't. They seem to make the shape of a star. Your eyes are a deeper shade of blue that express what you are feeling. You have different nervous habits, you tend to shuffle your feet and run your hand through hair pulling on it until it is completely disheveled. Your smile is less mischievous and more kind."
"How did you notice all of this?" he questioned.
"You kind of notice things like that when you are watching someone," I say flushing and not looking at him.
"What have a crush on Fred or something?" He teases though he looks pained.
"You're not a something George." I say still avoiding his eye. He stays quiet for a while and I chance a look at him to see his shocked look. "I'm sorry George I know you don't feel the same way but I just wanted to let you know how I feel."
"You like me?" He stuttered out.
"Yes." I whisper, "more like madly in love with." I mumble thinking he wouldn't hear.
"You love me?" He asks softly his deep blue eyes shining.
"You weren't supposed to hear that" I tell him, "I'm sorry, but it's true."
"There is nothing to be sorry for." He replies, "I love you too. That's why I get so nervous around you. I mean earlier I dumped a cup of tea down myself." He smiles at me and leans forward giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.
"We should probably get to bed." He says while cleaning up our dishes.
"Yeah." I say a little disappointed but perk up when he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. We stop outside the room I share with Ginny.
"Goodnight," He says, "I love you."
"Goodnight," I respond with a smile, "and I love you too."
He then leaned forward and gave me a sweet and gentle goodnight kiss before going to his own room.
I'm thinking about adding more chapters to this story. Review to let me know what you think.