The Girl of My Dreams
George's POV
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife.
I used to love this song because it was so true. Now its accuracy is downright scary, horrifying even. Especially the part Alanis just sang.
You see, Angelina was the girl of my dreams. Who am I kidding? A gorgeous, brilliant, talented, and rich woman who loved sports, practical jokes, and partying? Angelina Antoinette Johnson was the girl of every guy's dreams. That's why she edged her sisters out as the most desirable and eligible bachelorette in Europe. Abby ended up in the number two spot and Audrey was a close third. Unfortunately, I never had a chance with her. Why? Because my bloody twin brother asked her out first.
I drooled over her for a while and did the usual schoolboy crush things. I stared at her in the common room, in the library, in the Great Hall. I pranked her almost as much as I did Snape. On the Quidditch pitch, I was glad I was the Beater to her Chaser; I got to protect her from the Bludgers. I also sent a few at the heads of Flint, Diggory, and Davies just for looking at her. She deserved better and I knew it. So even though I protected her from the Bludgers and from unworthy men, I couldn't protect her from the one thing she needed to be rescued from. My own brother.
At the beginning of our fourth year, my best friend Lee Jordan told me to ask her out already. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Flashback
"But don't you like her, Lee? After all, you do spend a large amount of time talking about how hot she is when you're supposed to be doing commentary."
"It's all talk. Trust me; I don't want her."
"But why the bloody hell not?! She's pretty, nice, smart, a great Quidditch player-"
"She's my sister."
"She's your sis- What?!"
"Half-sister, actually. Same dad, different mums.
End Flashback
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* So I made up my mind to ask Angelina to go to Hogsmeade with me that afternoon after practice. So after Wood worked us to the brink of exhaustion (and I took a much needed shower), I got ready to make my move. Lina looked great in a pair of well-worn jeans and her favorite tee shirt and a pair of white sneakers. (That's one of the reasons why I loved her. The girl could afford 100 Galleon [A/N: about $727 US] clothes if she wanted them and still dressed like regular folks. Don't know how she kept her shoes so clean, though.)
But just as I opened up my mouth to ask her out, Fred pops up, kisses her cheek and says "Ready to go, love?" Then he winks at me before walking off with her hand in his. I was so shocked I couldn't even move. How could he do that to me, his own twin brother? He knew how much I liked her.
I got pretty good at hiding my feelings after that; we'd known each other for eleven years and Lina never suspected that I was in love with her. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; she was so infatuated with my brother that I could've broadcasted my feelings on the WWN and she still wouldn't have known.
Knowing how much she loved Fred hurt me even more when I had to comfort her after one of their infamous fights (most of which were his fault). Especially since I doubted that he even loved her. He just wanted to say that Angelina Johnson was his girlfriend; he really just wanted a trophy girl on his arm. Why else wouldn't he have set a date for the wedding? For Merlin's sake, he proposed when he was seventeen; we're twenty-two now and he still hadn't married her.
The baby thing was the worst. When Lina found out she was pregnant, I was the person she ran to for help on how to tell Fred. Me. Not Lee or anyone else in her family; they would've all threatened to AK him if Fred didn't get her to the Minister immediately. Alicia would've told her to just abort the baby and move on. I told her to tell him the truth in as serious a tone as she could muster.
It took her two months to follow my advice and it backfired on us. Instead of discussing their options with her, the bastard called her a gold-digger. Apparently he forgot a couple of things: one being that even though our shop is very successful and we're pretty well-to-do now, Angelina was a product of the Toussaint- Johnson family. In other words, she came from money (on both sides), unlike us. And she was willing to risk disownment and her mother's wrath for him. The other thing that slipped his mind was that the term "gold-digger" accurately described him.
Unfortunately, last Wednesday night was the one time that Angelina didn't come see me after a fight with Fred. I wish she had; I could've talked her out doing something so drastic over someone who wasn't worth it. But Lina was sensitive when it came to things like love. It broke her heart to hear Fred say those words to her; to her, it was like he was saying, "I don't love you." On Thursday, Fred told me everything that happened. And then when told about finding her hanging there, it reminded me of an eerie conversation that Lina and I had almost exactly a week before. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Flashback
"Lina, why do you even put up with him? It's pretty obvious that he's not going to marry you if he won't set a date. You should just give him the ring back, finally tell him about the baby, and pray that he's a better father than he was a boyfriend. Then you should find someone who appreciates you."
"Like who, George? You?" She didn't know how close to home her feeble attempt at a joke hit. "I love him. Even though I know that there's a million fish in the sea, there's no one like him. No offence."
"None taken."
"We're soul-mates, George. There's no one else out there for me. Life wouldn't be worth living if Fred wasn't there to share it with."
End Flashback
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Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you.
Her death really snuck up on us. No one was expecting it all. Not even me. and I got a warning of sorts. I took her being there for granted just like everyone else.
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think?
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
Yeah, life's ironic, all right.
George's POV
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife.
I used to love this song because it was so true. Now its accuracy is downright scary, horrifying even. Especially the part Alanis just sang.
You see, Angelina was the girl of my dreams. Who am I kidding? A gorgeous, brilliant, talented, and rich woman who loved sports, practical jokes, and partying? Angelina Antoinette Johnson was the girl of every guy's dreams. That's why she edged her sisters out as the most desirable and eligible bachelorette in Europe. Abby ended up in the number two spot and Audrey was a close third. Unfortunately, I never had a chance with her. Why? Because my bloody twin brother asked her out first.
I drooled over her for a while and did the usual schoolboy crush things. I stared at her in the common room, in the library, in the Great Hall. I pranked her almost as much as I did Snape. On the Quidditch pitch, I was glad I was the Beater to her Chaser; I got to protect her from the Bludgers. I also sent a few at the heads of Flint, Diggory, and Davies just for looking at her. She deserved better and I knew it. So even though I protected her from the Bludgers and from unworthy men, I couldn't protect her from the one thing she needed to be rescued from. My own brother.
At the beginning of our fourth year, my best friend Lee Jordan told me to ask her out already. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Flashback
"But don't you like her, Lee? After all, you do spend a large amount of time talking about how hot she is when you're supposed to be doing commentary."
"It's all talk. Trust me; I don't want her."
"But why the bloody hell not?! She's pretty, nice, smart, a great Quidditch player-"
"She's my sister."
"She's your sis- What?!"
"Half-sister, actually. Same dad, different mums.
End Flashback
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~* So I made up my mind to ask Angelina to go to Hogsmeade with me that afternoon after practice. So after Wood worked us to the brink of exhaustion (and I took a much needed shower), I got ready to make my move. Lina looked great in a pair of well-worn jeans and her favorite tee shirt and a pair of white sneakers. (That's one of the reasons why I loved her. The girl could afford 100 Galleon [A/N: about $727 US] clothes if she wanted them and still dressed like regular folks. Don't know how she kept her shoes so clean, though.)
But just as I opened up my mouth to ask her out, Fred pops up, kisses her cheek and says "Ready to go, love?" Then he winks at me before walking off with her hand in his. I was so shocked I couldn't even move. How could he do that to me, his own twin brother? He knew how much I liked her.
I got pretty good at hiding my feelings after that; we'd known each other for eleven years and Lina never suspected that I was in love with her. It wouldn't have mattered anyway; she was so infatuated with my brother that I could've broadcasted my feelings on the WWN and she still wouldn't have known.
Knowing how much she loved Fred hurt me even more when I had to comfort her after one of their infamous fights (most of which were his fault). Especially since I doubted that he even loved her. He just wanted to say that Angelina Johnson was his girlfriend; he really just wanted a trophy girl on his arm. Why else wouldn't he have set a date for the wedding? For Merlin's sake, he proposed when he was seventeen; we're twenty-two now and he still hadn't married her.
The baby thing was the worst. When Lina found out she was pregnant, I was the person she ran to for help on how to tell Fred. Me. Not Lee or anyone else in her family; they would've all threatened to AK him if Fred didn't get her to the Minister immediately. Alicia would've told her to just abort the baby and move on. I told her to tell him the truth in as serious a tone as she could muster.
It took her two months to follow my advice and it backfired on us. Instead of discussing their options with her, the bastard called her a gold-digger. Apparently he forgot a couple of things: one being that even though our shop is very successful and we're pretty well-to-do now, Angelina was a product of the Toussaint- Johnson family. In other words, she came from money (on both sides), unlike us. And she was willing to risk disownment and her mother's wrath for him. The other thing that slipped his mind was that the term "gold-digger" accurately described him.
Unfortunately, last Wednesday night was the one time that Angelina didn't come see me after a fight with Fred. I wish she had; I could've talked her out doing something so drastic over someone who wasn't worth it. But Lina was sensitive when it came to things like love. It broke her heart to hear Fred say those words to her; to her, it was like he was saying, "I don't love you." On Thursday, Fred told me everything that happened. And then when told about finding her hanging there, it reminded me of an eerie conversation that Lina and I had almost exactly a week before. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Flashback
"Lina, why do you even put up with him? It's pretty obvious that he's not going to marry you if he won't set a date. You should just give him the ring back, finally tell him about the baby, and pray that he's a better father than he was a boyfriend. Then you should find someone who appreciates you."
"Like who, George? You?" She didn't know how close to home her feeble attempt at a joke hit. "I love him. Even though I know that there's a million fish in the sea, there's no one like him. No offence."
"None taken."
"We're soul-mates, George. There's no one else out there for me. Life wouldn't be worth living if Fred wasn't there to share it with."
End Flashback
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Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you.
Her death really snuck up on us. No one was expecting it all. Not even me. and I got a warning of sorts. I took her being there for granted just like everyone else.
And isn't it ironic...dontcha think?
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...
Yeah, life's ironic, all right.