It was raining.
"Harry, love, you know I will always care for you." Bill whispered, wrapping his arms around me.
I choked back a sob, turning to face my lover. Of course it would come to this. It was the night before his wedding to Fleur.
"Love isn't enough to keep you with me, apparently." I spat.
"We can't keep doing this, love! I can't keep doing this! If you were older I would gladly stay with you. Our age difference is too much. My family, not to mention the entire wizarding world, would never accept our relationship." Bill said.
We were in the back yard of the Burrow. I would be 17 soon, but apparently I would still be too young for him. We had been together for almost two years; and now he was throwing it all away for her.
He had come to me almost a year ago. He told me he didn't love Fleur; that he wanted me. I guess that was a lie.
"I wasn't too young for you when you fucked me." I accused. "What's changed now? I haven't got any younger."
Bill looked down, his arms going to his sides. "I do regret that. It was not one of my finest moments and I'm sorry."
I was livid. "YOU'RE SORRY?!" I screeched, the thunder drowning me out. "I can't believe you, Bill!"
Bill said, "I'm sorry," one last time before he walked back inside the house...to her.
I dropped down, pounding my fists against the earth. It wasn't fair! "What does she have that I don't?! Why? Why? Why?!" I screamed.
"Harry." A voice whispered in front of me.
I looked up. "George…what's wrong with me? Why would he leave me?!"
George looked down at me. "Because he doesn't love you enough to not marry Fleur. He doesn't love you enough to bring your relationship out into the open. He wants to be normal and he can't with another man."
George dropped down and hugged me. "Because he could never love you like I do."
I looked at George for a second before he kissed me. Maybe…Maybe things would be okay after all.