At about 6:30 there was movement from the back bedroom. The door opened, and I could hear feet shuffling down the carpeted hallway, I looked up from my book. There he was, my roommate, landlord, fuck I don't know what he was, I guess he was just a man I was observing to make sure he didn't off himself.

He made his way to the fridge, grabbed a drink and set the bottle on the countertop. He looked at me; I probably looked like such a fool. Just some random girl sitting on his couch studying, it was completely awkward for both of us.

"Hi there," my voice was quieter then usual; the silence had almost become revered, like in a church, or library.

"Are you visiting Jo?" His voice still glum, it almost cracked, you could tell he hadn't used it for quite sometime.

"Umm," Shit how am I supposed to explain this, "Jo had to go see her family, she asked me to come over."

"Oh." And that was it, conversation over, nothing more to say. He shuffled his feet back down the hall and into his bedroom; the door closed, the silence resumed. I couldn't help feel remorseful for the bloke, at the moment there was nothing I could do, I resumed my studying.

The rest of the night was entirely uneventful, I sat there, I studied, I heard the man go to the bathroom and back to his room, watched him come into the kitchen get something from the fridge and go back to his room, all without lifting his head. How incredibly depressing.

I slept on the couch that night, I couldn't bring my self to move, and it still felt incredibly uncomfortable to be in a dwelling that wasn't my own, especially when the owner of said dwelling probably doesn't want company, and is going through the most difficult situation known to man.

I slept soundly until about midnight; I heard cries, loud cries, cries that were so gutted they didn't sound human. Needless to say I awoke quite alerted and ready to kill whatever animal it was. It took me a moment to get my bearings, for those few seconds things were silent, "Oh right, George's place" I thought to my self not recognizing anything right away.

The cries continued

"Oh, Fuck." I shouldn't have come, what am I supposed to do? A man is crying. I don't even know him that well. "Okay self, don't think about it, just do whatever comes naturally." This is probably the first time in my life I've thrown all reasoning out the window, I've always analyzed everything.

I walked into the hall way and took a deep breath outside the bedroom door. Sobs could still be heard inside, although quite a bit more hushed then before. Quietly I pushed the door open. There he was, the epitome of a broken man, sitting on the edge of his bed, still in the same attire I had seen him in earlier today. I approached, very cautiously; I sat down beside him, questioning my behavior, is this right? He grabbed my hand, tightly, very tightly, but I didn't want to complain, he was hurting. I put my other hand over his hand and he rested his head on my shoulder. There we sat, for what I thought would be an eternity.

After several attempts of speaking and nothing coming out I was finally able to break the silence.

"Can I get you anything?" He must have been starving; the only thing I saw him eat was cold pizza from who knows when in the Fridge. Anything that didn't need any preparation was being devoured by George, several small snacks of no nutritional value, garbage food; this really isn't the way to live for anyone.

"No." he whispered, if he hadn't been on my shoulder I wouldn't have heard him at all. We just sat like that for a couple more minutes.

"Not even a cup of tea?" I asked, more for my sake then his, at least I could of gotten him off my shoulder, his head was heavy and the my shoulder was starting to ache. Luckily for me he lifted his head and looked right at me. He stare bore into my eyes, so the new rule is if George says no, he means no.

We sat for an hour ins the same position, it was the most uncomfortable time I've ever had in my life. I tried to check if he was sleeping, but unfortunately I was wrong, at least if he was sleeping I could have attempted to get him off my shoulder. Finally I couldn't hold on any longer and I had to excuse myself to use the facilities, more of an excuse to rest my aching shoulder. By the time I returned George had lay down in his bed, staring at the ceiling, I decided to test my luck once more and ask him if there was anything he'd need for the rest of the night.

As I approached his bed and asked my question he could only turn his gaze towards me, transfixed on my presence at the side of his bed. He shook his head, I turned to leave.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" George quietly asked. I became confused; surely I had been here all long.

"Of course, I'll be right on the couch." I was pointing my finger to the living room concealed by his bedroom wall.

"No, in here with me." George was able to express without cracking a smile or even a smirk. He was completely solemn. This wasn't any type of pick up line, or a reason to get me into bed, this was desperation, this was a man feeling so isolated from the world, he needed something to grasp as he was pulled into the ether.

What could I have said? No, you should be completely alone with the thoughts that consume you? I silently agreed with a nod of my head. I got up from the side of him and walked into the kitchen, I could see my Ravenclaw cloak draped over the arm of the couch and my school books left where I had strewn them as I got up to see if George was okay. There they were, exactly as I had left them, a moment trapped in time. I turned to the sink and sank my head down, what the hell is happening?

I completely understand the need for human compassion; I just don't know what to do with it, or what to say. I felt so trapped at that one minute. I walked over to my satchel and grabbed my "sleeping attire", I changed into a tank top and boxer shorts, out of reason I kept my underwear and bra on, this is already too strange. I found myself getting into his bed, his body warm beside me. I was in a bed with a man out of pity.

At least he didn't exactly acknowledge me; it really did seem like a need to have someone around. I stiffly lay on my side facing the outside of the bed. I couldn't tell you how he was lying, it didn't matter I was here out of duty, not for anything else. I lay for a couple of minutes in complete silence, trying not to say or move.

"Have you ever lost anyone?" His voice was quiet.

I thought for a while, the anticipation of an answer must have made him think I hadn't hear him, the truth was I didn't like the answer I was about to give.

"I lost my grandmother." Not exactly the same thing, but the truth was I hadn't lost anyone. I'd been lucky I suppose, "Not much consolation I'm afraid." I had never found a wall to be so interesting, I just stared at it, I couldn't help. If I turned over to face him it might give the wrong idea.

"Yeah," he agreed, more silence, I had completely given up on trying to make conversation, I really didn't have too much to say other then, "Can I get you anything?" and to be honest I was getting sick of hearing me ask it. I gave into to the unnerving situation and rolled onto my back, now I can study the ceiling. The fun never stops in the Weasley flat, I suppose. Slowly I drifted off to sleep, I didn't really know if George was sleeping or not.

I was awoken an hour later from a sound outside, not recognizing my surrounding I lay still till my eyes adjusted to the dark. That's when I realized I had an arm draped over me. "Oh Shit." The only words I could think of. I believe people call this spooning. George had slid right up against my side and used me as his own personal teddy bear. I must admit it felt good, unfortunately this wasn't love this was obligatory. Not exactly how I'd be expecting to console George Weasley. It was a picture perfect moment to anyone who wanted a picture; however I just needed the bathroom. I carefully removed his arm from around me and tried to quietly creep out of the bed and down the hall.

I quietly tiptoed back into the room and resumed my position in the bed. While I was gone George had coiled his arm into his chest, probably subconsciously to keep it warm. I pulled the covers up over me and tried to resume my sleeping position. I was almost asleep when I felt his arm slither back over my side, he was awake, and knew exactly what he was doing.

Tomorrow I'm calling Jo.