Chapter 11

Three classes, that's it, out of what seems like 20. I know I am exagerating a bit but that is the price I get for being a prefect, I have more responsibilites. What will I do without George in all my classes?

"Meet him at night," George said into my ear.

"Pardon?" I was flabbergasted.

"Since we have only three classes together, meet me at night. You are a prefect, there's no point in wasting the privelages."

"I think that I might just have to do that. Night has always been my prime sorce of fun."

"Really, mine too."

"I hope not in the way that I am thinking."

"Pranking, Fred and I always pulled off pranks and scavenged the kitchen at night," he sighed, "Those were the good ol' days."

"What about the new days?" I pouted.

"Of course, sneaking into your dorm at nght is plenty of fun."

"Oh, so the risk of getting caught is more exhilarating then what you do with me."

"I didn't say that, nor did I imply it. You are the whole reason I sneak out."

"Well you know, with me being a prefect you wont have to sneak out. I can just come get you. I do know the passwords, we come up with them remember. Speaking of passwords, I'll give you a list for the whole week. That way you can just come in. You know where I sleep, come visit me sometime."

"Can do. Say, tonight."

"Sounds like a date."

"No, sounds like a make-out party."

"Same thing. So, have plans this weekend?"

"Well, Fred and I were going to check out some shops for sale at Hogsmeade, for a location for our joke shop. All though, if you want to do a little walking around I can push back a week or two. There's no rush, we have until the end of the year to find a place. I'm looking for a place where there is sort of like an apartment above so I can live over the shop."

"Sounds wonderful, you've got your future planned but aren't you going to have some sort of back up job, or main job and hire people for your shop? I mean you two can make the pranks and jokes but more than 60% of all small businesses fail. Not saying that yours will but what will you do if it does?"

"Come live with you?"

"Oh . . ."

"What?"

"Well I figured that we'd be living together all ready though I don't want to give up my house. It's officially mine when I graduate Hogwarts. Picture it George, that whole house, mine!"

"Sounds great," He sounded a bit unsure.

"There is something you want to be isn't there, other than pranks and jokes."

"Yeah . . . I've sort of want to become an Aurora, in the Ministry."

This sent chills down my back, I didn't even want to think about George becoming an Aurora, ending up like my father.

"Oh," tears welled up in my eyes, it was hard to keep them hidden.

"Oh, Cassara, I'm sorry for bringing it up," he brought me into his arms, "This is why I want to just have the joke shop, I hate seeing you cry and to see you sad. Calm down, it'll be all right." now he cradled me and we swayed back and forth.

George wiped my eyes with the tips of his fingers gently. Too many memories of that horrid night brought me crashing back into my slippers, standing in the hallway watching as my mum received the terrifying information.

The door bell rang, implying that someone was here. Who would come visit this late at night? Tify, our house elf answered the door and I sneaked down to the second floor once Mum had reached the door. I couldn't see who it was but he said something and Mum buried her chest in his shoulder, crying the sobs that have yet to end. He patted her on the shoulder awkwardly, I recognize him from the Ministry, his robes had the sacred crest. Miah had now woken up and walked toward Mum, pulling her up the stairs. I ran to the linen closet and listened to my Mum's gibberish.

"He can't be! No, it's not possible!" She mumbled into her hands as Miah led to her bedroom.

It wasn't until I found out what happened, that I realized Mum would never be out of bed.

Again, I thought about why she was in there. She was crying over losing her love but worse, not knowing if he was dead or alive, in pain or suffering. I winced to think that could ever happen to me. I didn't want to be like my mum, she was foolish in loving someone so much. Now I was coming just like her, falling for a guy that I could lose anytime. I had to stop before I lost him completely, maybe by that time we would be just acquaintances and friends. We'd never lose our love.

"George, I can't do this." I muttered after backing away from him.

"What?" He looked so confused.

"I don't want to end up like her."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't see you anymore."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I just don't want to get my heart broken, I've seen it happen and I don't want to feel that much pain."

"Cassara, you aren't making any sense. Why would you give up something like this? You're causing yourself more pain with longing for someone with you. It's better to know that you once loved, then to say you gave up love so you'd never feel hurt."

"I've just seen so much pain in my mother and I don't want to end up like that."

"I love you and you know how much pain I'm feeling now, knowing that I can't love you quite as much because you don't want to be with me."

"It's not that I don't want to be with you George,"

"Just promise me you'll think about this, you tell me your decision tonight."

I just nodded trying to hold back more tears. I saw hurt in George and much anger. I don't think I can stand him angry at me or hurt by me. Maybe I should've thought of what he would feel too.

He stormed off towards his first class, which thankfully wasn't shared with me. I headed towards Transfiguration that I had doubled with Slytherins. They didn't bug me much but I had a feeling I was going to be hassled for dating a Gryffindor. Wait, I was no longer going ot with George. Now it sunk in, who was I going to hold in my arms, who was going to hold me? I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye. It dropped down to the floor making a strangely loud noise, it represented all the liters of guilt, devestation, sorrow, and longing, I had for doing what I just had. How long has it been, 5 minutes at the most. If it was impacting my heart this much then how would I survive all day and classes with him before I could apoligize?
I needed to find him as soon as possible no matter what. I could talk to him at lunch or if I saw him in the hall I can tell him. I'll figure out something just to let him know that I want to speak to him.
I spent all of Transfiguration class writing a note that I'd give to him in the hall. He was coming to Transfiguration next so maybe I'd run into him. Finally we were dismissed and I gathered my belonging and headed towards the door. I strolled slowly down the corridor trying to find George. Finally I caught a glimpse of his ginger hair, I smiled. HE was joking around with his friends as if nothing happened. I wonder if he told his friends that I broke up with him or if he knew I was going to just come crawling back. I wasn't crawling, I was standing straight up.
He must've saw me because I saw him slow down and finally he was trailing behind the group. I walked towards him but couldn't stare him in the eye at all. If I looked at him then I would have to strain myself even more from going up and kissing him.
"Hey," he greeted so casually.
"Here," I handed him the note, "read this."
"What is it?"
"Just foget it, I'll just tell you now George. I can't wait til later."
He stepped closer, "We might be late for class."
"I don't care, I have to tell you."
"What?" His face now showed a concern.
"I . . . I love you," I could finally look him in the eyes, "I can't go through life without you and if I turn out like my mother than great!"
"Why is it great?"
"Because I know that there was someone I truly loved. George, I had to use all my will power to keep myself from crying."
I love you, say it. George please say I love you, I thought.
"It's about time, you actually went through one class. good for you." He teased.
"Just know that my paper was tear streaked."
"I'm sorry I wasn't there to kiss them away," he looked down into my eyes and inhaled then let out, "I love you too."
I put my lips to his and pressed hard. There was nothing soft and gentle there, there was only love, passion, and longing.
"McGonnagal," George said.
"What?" Was he thinking about McGonnagal while he was kissing me? Eew.
"I'm late for her class, and you are late for yours."
"There's a way passed that."
"What are you talking about?"
"I have a time turner. We could always go up to my dorm when everyone is at their last class, we all ready sucked in the info and we're still there. Then we'll just come back to the present."
"I never knew you were so sneaky."
"I learn from the best."