Okay, here is the dealio.. this is my OTP. I know it's weird. But I love it.
Romilda Vane (RV, Arvie, gettit?) And George Weasley belong to our Queen, JK Rowling and so does Hogwarts and all that other stuff we all wish we had been the ones to create :)
"Arvie? Are you busy or can we take a walk?"
I looked up over my shoulder at him and smiled, combing through my dripping hair, still in a bikini from going swimming with Ava and Scorpius in the lake. I saw him swallow hard and my smile faded a bit. Something was worrying him - I could just tell. I came over and grabbed his hands, pulling him into my room and set him on the bed.
"Let me get dressed and we can go wherever you want. Ava insisted on giving me a break and taking Scorpius to Honeydukes. We can take as long as you need. Now close your eyes."
He covered his eyes obediently and I smiled. He was the only man I'd trust to change in the same room and not peek at my body. I had beyond lost the baby weight, and I had never looked better. I put on a tiny strapless dress and sat on his lap.
"Open."
I laid my head on his shoulder and watched him open his eyes. I got the desired effect from him. His eyes flicked over my body before resting on my face. I had given up trying to catch him with my personality, so now I was trying to convince him he had the hottest best friend ever and that I needed to be his. So far I had only gotten a few reactions, the occasional glance at my boobs or legs, but still no cigar. And It was his seventh year, I was scared this was my last shot.
"So.. Walk?" He asked, standing, holding me snugly in his strong arms. I nodded and nuzzled him before stepping down to slip on my shoes and walked out with him. He was uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, and I was starting to get really worried. He was never this silent. We always had something to talk about, and could hold a conversation about anything. And why was he avoiding making eye-contact with me? The eyes that I loved to watch were aimed firmly at the ground and weren't moving.
Army. My heart sank. He was going to die. He was joining the army. He had joked about it before and I knew he was the Order already. He was going to get himself killed, and this was his way of telling me. The ground felt like it was swaying. I stood still and my knees nearly gave out. He wrapped an arm around my waist, steadying me and looking more worried by the second.
"Are you okay, Arvie?"
I just swallowed and looked up into his eyes. "What do you need to talk to me about George?"
He searched my eyes, then let me go. "I.."
Tears welled up in my eyes and I gently reached for his hand, lacing our fingers. "George, please…"
He took a deep breath, turned and looked back into my eyes. I squeezed his hand and he took another deep breath, almost like he was about to say a speech. He looked down at me and slurred quickly, the only words escaping his lips.
"I love you."
My eyes widened and my lips stretched into a grin, searching his eyes. By the petrified look ion his face, he was telling the truth. My heart skipped a beat. Seven years of being best friends. Seven years that I had loved him. And now I know he felt the same. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently pulled him down to my level.
"Took you long enough," I whispered to him before kissing his lips, the way I dreamed of doing since I was ten years old. I felt him hesitate slightly, then melt into my lips and wrap his arms around my waist. I pulled away and we both grinned and laughed with our arms around each other. He nuzzled my cheek with his nose, then kissed me softly again.
If this was what perfection, I never wanted him to let me go.