What happened to us, me and Percy? I remember our fifth year at Hogwarts,
we were very much each other's best friends, always together, weather it
was studying or going into Hogsmede together at the weekend. I realised
that he had a problem with us when he'd never hold my hand in public,
blushed profoundly when we were around people, I think the torture he
imagined his family would give was enough to put him off public affection.
Still, I feel as guilty as hell. Weather we were fading out or not, doesn't excuse what I did.
Percy had just stormed out and I was there slumped on his sofa, my head in my hands, George by my side. 'George by my side' isn't that what I wanted after all? Yes. and to this day he still is, for different reasons though. He might still love me, but it's not as obvious, I know that for sure. Things changed after that afternoon. They changed a lot.
I realise, weather I love George or not, he's 16 years old. Keeping him faithful was going to be difficult; he's not like how Percy was at his age. Percy was very much studious in his ways, sensible and very much monogamous, as he still is. George, I hate to say it was everything Percy was not, in good ways and bad. As I found out the night of the Yule ball in my last year at Hogwarts, a few months after telling Percy about George and me.
Dressed up neatly, Smart navy ball gown and matching robes. My auburn hair in neat ringlets framing my face and scattering my shoulders. George wasn't expecting me, that was obvious for sure. I'd been ill, and wasn't expecting to go. In the end I gave up lying in bed feeling sorry for myself and perked myself up with a potion so I could go. I was late and I wish I hadn't gone at all now.
Katie Bell.
He was all over her, like a rash, his face wide and smiling as he stood in a dark corner with her. Planting his stolen kisses over her neck. He must have seen me run from the hall, because a few minutes later he found me. Sitting outside on the front steps up to the castle, a tear or two falling from my blurred eyes. He put a hand on my shoulder, I pushed it away hastily.
"What. What. was that George?" I stuttered, trying not to show my upset, though the tears gave it away. He shrugged, reached forward and pulled a curl from my view his hand brushing my cheek, making it tingle.
"It meant nothing Penny" He stayed quiet for a minute and looked away. Took a deep breath and lifted my gaze to his eyes.
"You made a fool of me George Weasley." I sobbed. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I was filled with anger and upset, but the look he gave me made all those feelings melt away. I couldn't help it, I stood up next to him and gave a weak smile, close to him, pressing my lips against his. The fact that we were outside, and the ball was still going on didn't stop us. It was the first time, out there, the cold breeze blowing past our cheeks cooling us down. Pushed up against the wall by him, caught up in the moment. Nobody caught us.
I feel stupid about it now. Minutes before Katie had occupied his mind, and then it was me he'd got pushed up against the wall, giving him what he wanted.
Still, I feel as guilty as hell. Weather we were fading out or not, doesn't excuse what I did.
Percy had just stormed out and I was there slumped on his sofa, my head in my hands, George by my side. 'George by my side' isn't that what I wanted after all? Yes. and to this day he still is, for different reasons though. He might still love me, but it's not as obvious, I know that for sure. Things changed after that afternoon. They changed a lot.
I realise, weather I love George or not, he's 16 years old. Keeping him faithful was going to be difficult; he's not like how Percy was at his age. Percy was very much studious in his ways, sensible and very much monogamous, as he still is. George, I hate to say it was everything Percy was not, in good ways and bad. As I found out the night of the Yule ball in my last year at Hogwarts, a few months after telling Percy about George and me.
Dressed up neatly, Smart navy ball gown and matching robes. My auburn hair in neat ringlets framing my face and scattering my shoulders. George wasn't expecting me, that was obvious for sure. I'd been ill, and wasn't expecting to go. In the end I gave up lying in bed feeling sorry for myself and perked myself up with a potion so I could go. I was late and I wish I hadn't gone at all now.
Katie Bell.
He was all over her, like a rash, his face wide and smiling as he stood in a dark corner with her. Planting his stolen kisses over her neck. He must have seen me run from the hall, because a few minutes later he found me. Sitting outside on the front steps up to the castle, a tear or two falling from my blurred eyes. He put a hand on my shoulder, I pushed it away hastily.
"What. What. was that George?" I stuttered, trying not to show my upset, though the tears gave it away. He shrugged, reached forward and pulled a curl from my view his hand brushing my cheek, making it tingle.
"It meant nothing Penny" He stayed quiet for a minute and looked away. Took a deep breath and lifted my gaze to his eyes.
"You made a fool of me George Weasley." I sobbed. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I was filled with anger and upset, but the look he gave me made all those feelings melt away. I couldn't help it, I stood up next to him and gave a weak smile, close to him, pressing my lips against his. The fact that we were outside, and the ball was still going on didn't stop us. It was the first time, out there, the cold breeze blowing past our cheeks cooling us down. Pushed up against the wall by him, caught up in the moment. Nobody caught us.
I feel stupid about it now. Minutes before Katie had occupied his mind, and then it was me he'd got pushed up against the wall, giving him what he wanted.