" Is this seat taken ? ", George pointed over the empty seat which still had a slight dented surface where Daphne sat earlier.

Sliding under the table, he then took his seat and gave a nervous smile at Harry. It was good to see Harry. It has been way too long since he saw him and last he saw Harry was when he left the Burrow to live at his shop.

" No. Please, go ahead. ", he said as he sat up, and smiled watching George taking his seat. " George. How are you? It's been-",

Interrupted by George who continued, " Very long indeed. I know. " He laughed and paused.

" I'm good. Just- living a day after a day. But enough about me. Sorry about your break up, and I did not mean to watch- of course. ", he quickly added. " I just Remembered Ron mentioning a good coffee place which is not very crowded, so ... I thought I could check it out, you know ? ", George said and took another sip.

" Yeah, I actually was the one who recommened Ron of this place. Not many wizards, mostly muggles here. Daphne- oh, she's the girl earlier. Slytherin my year, if you remember. She enjoys quiet places such as this. ". Harry wrapped his hands which earlier was fiddling with the zip slider of his opened jacket, around his half empty mug.

" Rather than being surprised by you who went out with a Slytherin girl, I'm more suprised how you got dumped. ", he said jokingly, before quickly adding, " You're the Boy who lived I mean, who wouldn't want you as their lover. And as a bonus, you got dashing looks."

Harry chucked at the compliment. " Well, yeah- sad to say, my attempt in romance is going downhill. And for the record, I think the title "Boy who lived" seemed to be contributing to my failure for romance. ".

" Ever the dramatic, what failure you cry of ? The world got lots to offer, now cheer up now. If it did not work out with her, it only mean she is not the one, you know? " George said as he then paused.

" Like me and Angelina. She's amazing and all, and she too liked me back. But just- " he paused to then, surprisingly Harry said, " There was no spark. "

" Exactly. " George nodded. George took another sip of his warm latte. Harry then asked George what new inventions he came up with recently, to which George grinned, and enthusiastically replied.

Their conversations then slowly died into a comfortable silence. George's fingers were now twirling the empty paper cup of his coffee. Harry too finished his own drink with his empty mug pushed to the side of the table as he had the Daily Prophet infront of him. George gazed over at the blacked hair male who was reading an article in the papers silently. 'He has pretty lips', thought George as he kept intensing looking at the pair of pink moist lips. ' Woah wait, this is my little brother's best mate. What am I thinking? Merlin, am I even gay ? '. George's ginger brows furrowed as he wasinternally questioning himself, unaware that Harry has stopped flipping pages of the newspaper and was lookinh worriedly at George.

" George ? ", Harry called George out from his thoughts.

"What ? ", he said a bit louder than usual. Cheeks were turning to a shade of red as the pair of lips which he thought was interesting called him out. But wait, something feels not right. Harry's tone of voice brought a moment of flashback to George. Geroge shuts his eyes as he heard voices of different people calling out his name.

'George , George, George, George, George,"

That tone. The sound of pity.

GeorgeHarry called out again and George felt a small amount of fury rumbling in his chest.

" What? ", his shoulders tensed with his body unconsiously shifted backwards, pressing his firm back against the leather covered cushion seat. Frustration now flooded within him, accumulating in his chest feeling somewhat cheated thinking Harry might be showing pity towards him by being here.

Green eyes from across the table followed the changes of expression by the ginger haired male. Harry lean forward to gently press his hand on George's which was curled into a fist.

" George ..? You alright ? ", Harry tried again wondering why George's expression changed as he sensed some cold aura radiating towards him. George shifted his eyes to look away from Harry who was much closer to him now and let out a long heavy breath which was holding back.

" You should go back now.", George bitterly replied to the black haired male who was watching him, with big eyes. 'Annoying' , George thought. ' No wait- Harry isn't like them. No- He ? '

" What's wrong mate? ". Harry continued speaking, not wanting to make George any more uncomfortable than he is. He did remember the conversation between Ron and Hermione on trying to get George out again but he did not expect George to be out again alone. Nevertheless, it was a great progress but right now, he felt George backing away. ' Did I say something wrong ?' Harry wondered.

George swallowed and licked his lips as an attempt to moisturize the dry surface. George kept quiet as Harry spoke and allowed Harry's hand to slip away from his as he finally allowed some space between them again.

" George. I'm sorry. If I said—", Harry let out a sigh and paused to then shake his head lightly.

" I'll just go now. See you. ", Harry said hastily as he quickly rose from his seat and slid out to then sling over his slig bag he brought together with him.

George squzeed his eyes shut tightly,absorbing the sudden change of events compared to the silent and warm moment they shared earlier. ' Am I even trying? ' George said to himself as heard Harry getting up and rustling his cloths straight.

" Harry ! ", He quickly said before Harry could leave.

" Yeah? " , Harry replied, his voice sounded like he was tired. And just like he sounded Harry was. He has no idea what he said to George to upset him but it would not be the first time he did to upset someone, Harry felt.