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Note: Really short chapter but I needed it to be in here (Don't hate him SiobhanPhelps!). Maybe one more chapter. We'll see. If not, enjoy, tons more tomorrow!
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"Why didn't you just tell me you wanted to keep it Melinda? You know we're honest with each other. We've told each other everything. Why not this one thing?" that was George's voice. I looked at Fred who suddenly became a bit more interested in the conversation. I peeked into the crack; both of them were sitting on the bed, though George looked more disappointed than Melinda.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't want you worry about it, I didn't want you think I didn't care about you" Melinda replied but George only shook his head.
"You lied to me, you said—we agreed—you'd get rid of it. And you kept it. Knowing you have something that's so close and personal to him does me think you don't care, especially when you don't tell me." George said.
"I didn't think I was going to keep it. I wanted to get rid of it, but, I can't…" Melinda was saying, her eyes filled with tears.
"Why not?" George asked, his question coming out flat.
"George…" Melinda said, her bottom lip trembling.
"I'm more discouraged that you lied, that you kept it from me. We're not like that; we don't hide things from each other. I don't want my relationship to be like my brother's" I glanced at Fred who hadn't moved.
"We're not like them, they're relationship is stronger…" Melinda said, stiffening a bit. "They wouldn't let something like this—" she paused to wave something in front of George. "Come between them. Not like we are. If Matt gave Tammie a really personal and—"
"Expensive" George said plainly, crossing his arms.
"Expensive gift, Tam would accept it; no doubt hide it but Fred would know to trust her enough to not be so upset about it. And she'd trust him enough—to trust her—to be able to hide it." She said but George shook his head.
"I don't get it" he said still annoyed.
"She hides things from Fred all the time, we both know that, but she does it because it's insignificant, it doesn't compare to everything else. Their feelings for each other overpower the desire for an argument over something stupid like presents." I wrinkled my nose; I hadn't lied that much to Fred, at least not in the past. "It's like suppressing a thought because in the long run it really doesn't matter and won't be beneficial." Melinda tried to sound happy as she said the last few words but her voice didn't match her smile.
"That's not a healthy relationship, she's a Malfoy, she's toxic and dangerous for him" It certainly saddened me to know, after all this time he was still mad at me, he still didn't like me or trusted me. To know that all my efforts were vain and he was just forcing himself to be nice.
"They love each other George!" Melinda shouted at him. I tensed, and avoided looking at Fred who I could tell was looking at me. I looked at George, his expression was fighting to hold back something, as was his mouth; Melinda seemed to be trying to read it as quickly as she could.
"How do you feel about me?" George finally asked, relaxing his face a bit.
"I think you're a wonderful mate and I'm glad you're always around…" she said slowly. George laughed, which sounded more between a cry and laugh.
"It's funny, last week, I wanted to tell you that I loved you, but Matt told me not to" George laughed again.
"Matt? What does he have to do with this?" Melinda asked, her curiosity peeking but then disappearing when George sat back on bed beside her.
"Fred and I were talking about you two, you know, about how much we care and all. And he told me that he loved her…and I said I think I love you, but he gave me this weird look…and then we got into bit of an argument about it. I said it wasn't like he was the only one who could fall in love and what not. Anyway, he told Matt, well, shouted it really, and then, that stupid git, found me later that night and asked to have a word. With me." George shook his head before continuing. "He cautioned me as to what I said and who I said it to. The words might not even be mine, and, well, he could see it in my eyes that I didn't really feel that way." He was still shaking his head. "But maybe I do…I mean, I know you don't…you wanna be with Malfoy, but I don't understand why." It seemed like a serious question, why would Melinda want to be with someone who treated like Draco did in and day out.
"Because George…I love him…" I imagined the pained look on George's face couldn't compare to how he felt inside.
"Right, because he's done everything I have, he's been the best boyfriend ever. The Ministry of Magic should give him an award." George snapped jumping to his feet. "Some kind of plaque."
"Stop it, that's not fair" Melinda shouted at him. George laughed, he must have been in a lot of pain by now. I looked over at Fred; most of the color in his face was gone. I wonder if he could feel the same thing his brother felt.
"Not fair?" he said laughing again before pulling out his wand. "This isn't fair" he said before we heard an exploding sound.
"George!" Melinda shouted. Fred ran in first, I was right behind him. Fred grabbed his brother's arm, mumbling something about staying cool while I went over to Melinda's side. "You okay?" I asked as tears started to run down her cheeks. "Hey" I said giving her a little shake. She nodded.
"It wasn't even in there was it?" George asked, his voice hallow. I looked at him, then Melinda.
"No" she whispered. George shook his head as he stormed out of the room, ran down the stairs and outside. The door slammed shut, making us all jump.
"I'll be back" Fred said quietly, touching my arm before running after his brother. I nodded and looked over at Melinda.
"I hate how he probably already knew it wasn't in there…" Melinda said, the tears coming faster. I looked back at the bag.
"But he blew up half of your clothes…" I said looking down at the pile of blackened, ripped, and basically no good clothes.
"I don't think he cared, he was hoping Draco's present was in there" she said with a short cry. I nodded as I walked over to pat her back.
"Where did you put it? I can help you find it if you want" I suggested but she shook her head, laughing a little as she tried to wipe her eyes.
"I put it in your bag…" she said with another off laugh. "I figured that would be the least likely place anyone would look" she said as she sat down on the bed. "I just feel awful…" she her face in her hands. "I really like him and all" I nodded, I used to like George, but after hearing how he still disapproved of me and Fred I didn't know how exactly I felt about him. "I hope he doesn't do anything stupid" she added as I patting her back.
"He won't" I told her confidently even though I doubted my own words. Their previous breakups were okay, they went on alright but this time certainly seemed different. I wouldn't be completely surprised if Georg fell apart or acted lucid like I did or cause more chaos than usual.
"Do you want me to go help Fred find him?" I asked. It took her a moment to get herself together before nodding. "Alright, um, see what you can do that this stuff before Mrs. Weasley comes home, she'll kill us if she sees that" I said running upstairs to retrieve my coat. I looked at the dresser; Draco's money bag was still there. I took it and weighed it in each hand, is this the wrong thing to do? Absolutely. Was this completely bad timing? Definitely. I shook my head as I headed back down the stairs, pausing to see Melinda pulling out her ruined clothes, she was still crying. I ran down the rest of stairs and out the door, praying that whatever Draco wanted me to get her would be worth it, and that his sudden realization would surface soon.
