George Weasley. Why did I have to fall for George Weasley of all people?
His brother. It wasn't just that. I don't even want to go into George and
his reputation. One of the last things Percy said to me that night was. "I
never thought of you as George's type. One of Georges girls." I felt awful.
Of course all of what he was saying was true. How many girls he'd got on
the go, I didn't even want to know. But the feeling he gave me. The night I
knew.
That night, Percy was unwell. So I went to visit, apparated into the Weasleys garden, where George was. He was bearing a pair of low-slung jeans and a tee bearing some muggle rock band. An air of confidence about the way he strode over, a smile spread across his face.
"Hey Sweet." He just had to whisper something like that and I'd go weak at the knees. I just gave a weak smile and continued up to the house, until he grabbed my arm forcefully, a shiver running through my arm. "Please don't ignore me Penny." His voice almost sounded hurt. I felt awful, I had feelings for George even then, starting before that night even, weeks before when we first kissed. Well I say we. I mean him. He kissed me. I don't deny I didn't push him away like I should have. Or that it meant nothing. It meant something; he knew that, I knew that. I gave him a stern look and made my excuses.
"George. please, not tonight, Percy's unwell" I shot him a look, a look that told him I cared, but that he should wait. Oh how that didn't happen. The next thing I knew, I was sitting under the stars with him at the end of the garden, me straddling his lap as he stroked the hair from my eyes, brushing my cheeks lightly with the back of his hand, whispering softly in my ear and he planted soft spine tingling kisses along my neck. "I need to tell Percy, George" I moaned lightly. I got no answer.
That leads me back to where I was, telling Percy, and now George is standing on one side of me, Percy on the other. Neither of them spoke.
"You can't ignore him Percy, he's your brother" I muttered, still sobbing slightly, as George slipped his arm around me, I pulled away, feeling uncomfortable in front of Percy still. Percy gave a disgusted look to me and then over to George.
"I don't care! Be one of George's little girls. It doesn't effect me" I did, I saw it in his eyes as he gave George a penetrating stare. He stormed out of the room, me breaking down on the sofa and George kneeling down next to me, trying to say some words of encouragement.
"It's okay, Penny." He whispered. It didn't feel okay.
That night, Percy was unwell. So I went to visit, apparated into the Weasleys garden, where George was. He was bearing a pair of low-slung jeans and a tee bearing some muggle rock band. An air of confidence about the way he strode over, a smile spread across his face.
"Hey Sweet." He just had to whisper something like that and I'd go weak at the knees. I just gave a weak smile and continued up to the house, until he grabbed my arm forcefully, a shiver running through my arm. "Please don't ignore me Penny." His voice almost sounded hurt. I felt awful, I had feelings for George even then, starting before that night even, weeks before when we first kissed. Well I say we. I mean him. He kissed me. I don't deny I didn't push him away like I should have. Or that it meant nothing. It meant something; he knew that, I knew that. I gave him a stern look and made my excuses.
"George. please, not tonight, Percy's unwell" I shot him a look, a look that told him I cared, but that he should wait. Oh how that didn't happen. The next thing I knew, I was sitting under the stars with him at the end of the garden, me straddling his lap as he stroked the hair from my eyes, brushing my cheeks lightly with the back of his hand, whispering softly in my ear and he planted soft spine tingling kisses along my neck. "I need to tell Percy, George" I moaned lightly. I got no answer.
That leads me back to where I was, telling Percy, and now George is standing on one side of me, Percy on the other. Neither of them spoke.
"You can't ignore him Percy, he's your brother" I muttered, still sobbing slightly, as George slipped his arm around me, I pulled away, feeling uncomfortable in front of Percy still. Percy gave a disgusted look to me and then over to George.
"I don't care! Be one of George's little girls. It doesn't effect me" I did, I saw it in his eyes as he gave George a penetrating stare. He stormed out of the room, me breaking down on the sofa and George kneeling down next to me, trying to say some words of encouragement.
"It's okay, Penny." He whispered. It didn't feel okay.