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George has a moment where he realises that he's in love with Harry.
the fog has lifted
George had never experienced a moment like this before. A moment where suddenly everything in his life aligned and finally made sense. Where he saw what had been before him this whole time and realised that dammit, Harry James Potter was both adorable and beautiful all at the same time.
It was like a punch to the face, because this was Harry, Ron's best friend who George should definitely not be having feelings for. His brother would kill him if he found out, or at least try. Not to mention the less than secret crush that Ginny had on the Chosen One, there was no way she would cope if George swooped in and made a move on the boy she had idolised for years. It was ill-fated and less than opportune, and yet George couldn't help but to feel that it was right. Why couldn't he have a crush on one of the kindest people he had ever had the pleasure of knowing?
George still remembered the first time they had ever met, him and Fred helping the scrawny eleven year old with some of the messiest hair he had ever seen to carry his things onto the Express. It had taken just a few moments, and yet George could still remember the way Harry had practically sagged from both relief and exhaustion, as if he had never expected anyone to help him. It hadn't taken too long for George to realise how right he truly was about that. Harry seemed shocked and confused whenever anyone offered him help, or tried to do something for him. It all became clear why when they had decided to break the raven haired boy out of his Dursley prison in the dead of night just a few years previously. George was still angry at his parents for refusing to believe them about the bars on the windows.
The Harry George had got to know over the years was worlds apart from the Harry he had first met. His Harry loved to laugh, he was a natural on a broom and would wipe the floor with the entire Gryffindor team, and yet he was so humble. He had more reasons than most to brag and have a massive ego, and yet he completely shied away from the attention and awe-struck gazes. He just wanted to live a life away from the thousands of eyes that never stopped watching him, even after the war.
George couldn't believe he'd managed to hide from his own feelings for the younger boy for so long. He was sure that Fred had known. Now that George thought about it more, Fred did have a habit of sending him some smug smirks when they chatted with Harry. It was like a frog had lifted from George's mind, suddenly he could see every interaction they had ever had in high definition. He couldn't understand how Harry had never clocked it, but then he never had been that observant.
Merlin, Fred would be laughing his arse off if he was still alive. How on Earth was George supposed to tell Harry of all people that he had a crush on him? In fact, it wasn't really a crush, because George was pretty sure he was in love with Harry Potter.
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