Title: Our Time
Author: TwilightKitsune1-REBORN
Word Count: 850
Rating: T
Prompt: Day Eleven
AND dracoharry100 prompt # 1lanterns ~ AND/OR ~ Candle lighting
Warning: AU, OOC-ness, drama
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, etc. found from the Harry Potter universe, it is property of J.K. Rowling. Also I'm broke so please don't sue, all this is is a story for a bit of fun not profit :D
Author's Notes: So I've been working on this chapter all morning, little sleep and one cup of coffee, but lots to do today and I didn't want a repeat of yesterday and after I saw the prompt for today I had -such- an idea! This will be the last chapter George will be in... Though now I'm having idea's for a sequel ((after Christmas)) just for fun...((When this story is actually FINISHED))... My plotbunnies can be so cruel sometimes thinking of new things when I'm still at work on others T^T
Written for 25 Days of Draco and Harry Slythindor100
AND for dracoharry100

Our Time – Part Eight

Harry could only stand there frozen as he looked at George. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere where it's safe to talk," George said walking forward and casting a spell to light the lanterns that stood further down the bridge. He had dowsed them earlier so not to be seen by anyone. "Is that all right?"

"I'd rather be told when I'm given a Portkey George..." Harry said as an uneasy feeling seemed to inch its way up the back of his neck but Harry pushed it away. "I'm sure you remember the last time I grabbed onto something thinking it was safe."

George only smiled at Harry. "It's not like I'm some loon Harry."

"You're acting like it."

That made a rage come to George's face, and in that one moment he rushed forward grabbing Harry's shoulder. "Well if I am it's your fault! Why won't you just come with me? I just want to have a civil conversation with you, just the two of us. Or do you need Draco humping at your bloody knees to do anything these days!"

Harry didn't know if he felt more shock or rage when George finished spitting out his words, but there was definitely fear under lying whatever he felt. "Alright George, let's talk."

"Not here." George said and looked around as though he thought someone was watching. "We'll talk somewhere where we can actually finish our conversation for once." And with that he took hold of Harry's wrist in a vice like grip and pulled out his wand, Apparating them both to some unknown destination as a resounding crack rang through the air.

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As Harry's feet hit the ground he felt himself beginning to fall forward but just before his legs gave way arms reached around him, holding him steady. "Wow there Harry, I got you." George whispered in Harry's ear, his lips brushing against Harry's neck causing goose pimples to spring to life.

Harry shoved himself out of George's arms and landed painfully on his arse. "What is this George?" Harry asked as he felt uncontrollable shivers run through his body and he wasn't sure anymore if it was from the cold or from the whole situation.

"This Harry is a frozen castle I found while I was on a little journey." George explained as though Harry had understood any of what was going on.

Harry could only look at George, his back to him now as he had turned to look at the snow covered castle. George's hands were on his hips as his head was pointed skyward, straight to the tallest point on the castle that seemed to be some tower. "Isn't it beautiful? It's abandoned you know... I never could figure out why anyone would leave such a work like this..." Turning George looked at Harry. "Fred didn't understand it either... But I think I finally get it. It wasn't abandoned on purpose."

"George—" Harry started but found George slowly walking to him and the words froze in his throat. He felt pity for George suddenly, a half that had lost its whole, that was George now and Harry realized it suddenly. "George I'm sorry."

"That's what everyone says you know... But I didn't bring you out here for that, no not that." George now crouched down in front of Harry, his hand reaching forward and feathered across Harry's cheek. "You know Fred and I had a deal, not to go after you if only one could have you... But Harry Fred's dead and buried and I love you."

Harry felt his heart jump into his throat at the words and even though he desperately want to move away from George's hand, to move away from George, he found himself glued to where he had fallen. "George... I'm with Draco." Harry said as he finally remembered how to use his voice.

A mad gleam seemed to come over George's eyes. "Harry, Draco doesn't know you, he can't love you, but I can!"

Harry felt that fear he had forgotten come flooding over him again, but he also felt sorrow for George as he looked at him now outlined by the abandoned castle behind him. Harry had forgotten what the war did to everyone not just the damage it had done to him. Leaning forward Harry took George's hand. "George, I know you and this... Do you think Fred would want you to drown in the past? I've moved on, let go of the hate and the pain, and I've found happiness... Can't you do the same?"

Harry saw the rage in George's eyes, he saw the pain, and watched as George pulled away from Harry as though Harry had burned him with his words. "You think the world is so great now after everything?" George spat standing up and looking down at Harry as his robes blew out in the wind. "You think you know everything cause of what you've been through?" And with that George was gone leaving nothing behind on the howling hillside but his footprints that were soon covered in the shifting snow.

To Be Continued...