History

Year; Seventh Year

Moment; Realisation

Idea by; Guest

She'd been here for a while, running. Always running. Jade hated running, she wasn't a coward, and she didn't run. But here she was running, forever running from Voldemort. One day though, one day she'd kill him.

Hopefully before it was too late.

Jade sighed and stared out to her two best friends who were ignoring each other – it's always been like that since Ron came back. Quiet. Jade hated the silence. She just wanted to go back home, to Hogwarts, to the Burrow. She just wanted things to be normal.

She wanted to be normal.

But of course Jade Potter couldn't be normal. Jade Potter didn't do normal, she was the Chosen One, and as that person she had a job. How she wished she didn't.

Jade just wished that she would stop brooding; she wished….George Weasley was there. Of all people she could be possibly be missing right now, it was that… prat.

But George, he'd always been special of course. He'd been her best friends' older brother but, there had been something about him.

He was such an idiot of course; at times all she wanted to do was hit him over the head at his sheer stupidity. And at the same time she wanted to laugh at how he managed to draw the conclusions that he did. He quite obviously knew how to push all her buttons down and make her so angry that she couldn't think straight, but he always distracted her from becoming too nervous.

George Weasley had his moments when he could be a total sweetheart, like the numerous times he'd defended and helped her, leaving her wanting to hug him, only for him to do something idiotic leading to her wanting to strangle him ten seconds later. He was an asshole, but one of the nicest guys she'd ever met. He was a contradiction, an acceptation to the norm.

She hated him of course, his cocky smirk. His ability to make her do stupid things, embarrassing things, when all he did was talk to Lavender Brown. He was a bully, but he never picked on anyone. He also had these stupid pick up likes. Seriously. ("Did you survive the killing curse? Because your drop dead gorgeous!" And; "Are you a Dementor? Because you took my breath away." We're not romantic, AT ALL.)

She never understood half the meaning behind the words he said, but she couldn't imagine life without George Weasley butting in with his stupid ways. She hated him, but without him, her life seemed so…incomplete.

Hell no. Jade sat up straighter gaining the attention of her sleep and food deprived friends. Oh hell no. "Shit."

"What's wrong Jade!?" Hermione asked panicked.

No one else could get her to feel the conflicting emotions that he could, and in foresight, she'd probably felt this way for some while now. How had she over looked it for so long? "Jade?" Ron asked worriedly. "Is it… You-Know-Who?"

Jade looked at them seriously. "I think I love him."

"Who?" Hermione pressed puzzled, and Hermione and Ron shared a concerned look.

Jade felt like she was on the urge of panicking. "I love George Weasley."

Ron fainted.

HISTORY

George Weasley couldn't stop thinking about her, she was always on is mind. He hoped she was okay, he hoped that Voldemort wouldn't catch her. With that in mind he and Fred made the Wireless network on the radio to help the rebel unit.

George had done it for her, and she most likely didn't have a clue. George tried to run his shop with Fred to the best of his abilities, but he couldn't stop worrying. George closed his eyes briefly, the woman he loved, and that hated him, was in danger and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.

It made George wonder why he put so much effort in, to get his heart torn. Why couldn't he just hate the Potter girl like she did him? But he was constantly daydreaming about her, the first time her saw her, her cute stance, he worried face her blushing cheeks. Not that she had changed too much, mind you. George never minded this.

She was just so hard to ignore, and he'd tried mind you, but she just burst into the room bring adventures and courage in bucket-loads. She was a funny thing, and he made many funny jokes about the girl – she made him laugh so hard with her silly reactions. He hated that, he hated how she made him feel.

She was a free spirit, wild and free. They had a lot in common, which they'd both deny. He did remember the nights in the Burrow where she'd argue Quidditch with him, Ron and Charlie – some of his favourite memories. She was cocky, and gentle. She was brave but so very shy.

She could save the entire school from Voldemort millions of times, but she couldn't handle it the second he pushed one or two of her buttons. Man, he missed her. He hoped she was alright. Why couldn't he just hate her again?

So many sleepless nights where he mused over her hatred of him, really, they'd be so good together if she just tried. George sighed again causing his worker – what was her name again? To look at him with worry.

"Are you okay, Mr Weasley?" She asked with wide, worried eyes.

George gave her a cheeky, but half-hearted grin. They'd be great together…. "Oh, just thinking of flying moneys…."

That's why he couldn't hate her. He loved her too much, he was too far gone. George knew he's dimply never be able to come back.

George missed his sanity.

My inspiration for this chappie was from… "True Love" by P!nk for Jade's thoughts and "Say Goodnight and Go" by Imogen Heap for George, kinda.