Ch 3
Two months had passed since Clarissa had seen George at the eatery--and she still couldn't get it off her mind, she kept getting flash backs of his face, which was now slightly thinner now, more so then his Hogwarts days, his copper hair, which was still as messy as it had been when they had loved each other.
Clarissa pushed a stray hair out of her face and sighed, why was she still thinking about him? She was getting married in less than two weeks, to the man she loved; she should be having dreams about James...not George.
"Clarissa--Into focused dear, now do you want the satin napkins or not?" Marie Cirqueau asked her daughter impatiently. They were making last minute additions to Clarissa and James' Wedding Gift Wish list.
"Er...no, they're a bit tacky, Mum." Clarissa said thoughtlessly without even looking at the ornate napkins. She picked up a fairy that was on a table with a sign above that read:
Insulting Fairy!
Give this cute little figure to your enemy and they won't know what hit them!
She held it for a moment and it spat, "Rich, silver-haired, in love with someone else bitch" before Clarissa put it down, mumbling "Well you're not as cute as you look.."
"What about the silk ones?" Clarissa's mother asked, picking up silk napkins with magical creatures stitched in, at that moment they were moving around killing each other.
"Aren't those a bit vulgar, mum?"
"Oh, why did I even come with you? All you want is plain, plain, plain. Why, you're a Cirqueau--"
"Not in two weeks, mum, I'll be a Bristow, Mrs. James Bristow."
Clarissa's mother 'hmmphed' and with an abrupt POP, she had apparated out of the store-- probably back at the Cirqueau Estate, asking her paintings of ancestors why her eldest daughter was so plain and why she didn't appreciate the good, expensive things in life. Her mother was probably sitting on the most expensive and ornate chair in the house, with light blue silk and gold threaded embroidered house crests, jabbering away to the portraits as House Elves brought her whatever she could want and more. Clarissa stifled a giggle and left the store, going out to the busy streets of Diagon Alley, she picked up a chocolate frog from a street vender and looked at the card. Dumbledore, again. Clarissa smiled, biting the head off the struggling frog. She took long strides to her flat; Clarissa pushed the door open and found a long box waiting on her kitchen table. She tore the wrappings away in the same manner she had tore the wrappings off her mini broomstick when she was four. She pulled the final piece of wrapping off and took the lid off, it revealed a dozen yellow roses and a small note, she opened it eagerly and it read;
Clarissa,
I was just thinking of you...
Love,
James
Clarissa grinned and brought the roses up to her nose, finally realizing how much she loved James. She sat down with another report, this time about Veela's in Germany, and worked for a good hour, changing things here and there, and when she was about halfway done, the door bell rang. She went to the door and opened it, grinning.
"Really, James, you shouldn't have with--"
Clarissa's eyes widened with surprise as she looked up.George
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"Clarissa, before you shut the door in my--"
Slam.
George knocked on the door, once again, hoping she would answer.
"What in Merlin's name do you want?!" Clarissa said, in a mixture of impatience and fury, her cheeks were deep crimson.
"To talk to you-- Clarissa I need some closure in our relationship."
"You seemed to do that quite well four years ago."
"Emotional closure, Clarissa" George gave a hopeful smile "Get with the program-- Can I come in?"
Clarissa sighed "Why?"
George grinned "So I can do this," George took a step in, to where he was face to face with Clarissa and leaned in to give her a slow kiss on her lips.
Clarissa took a long step back, her face now fully red, and trying not to admit in her brain that she enjoyed it, "What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing."
"Oh Fred said it was worth a shot..suppose not though."
"Have you been drinking out of those foul cups at the Leaky Cauldron again? Or did you not realize that the man that you saw me with two months ago was my fiancé?!"
"No, and yes. The last time Fred and I drank out of those cups, we had really bad gas-- Mum had to fix up this special potion just to get rid of it...but the stench seemed to stay in our room for the rest of the summer...or maybe that was the large dungbomb order..." George joked as Clarissa folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow "And yes, I do realize you're getting married quite soon--"
"Try two and a half weeks."
"In two and a half weeks," George corrected himself, "But Clarissa I still love you, and I had to kiss you once more before you're officially Mrs. James Bristow."
"Oh is that so--"
But George had broken it off with a deep kiss, Clarissa had been taken aback, but continued kissing him back. George began unbuttoning Clarissa's shirt as Clarissa slowly pulled George's cloak off. He knew it was wrong...
But it felt, so, so, good.
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Clarissa lay on her back, wrapped in sheets, and instead of the usual brown haired, green eyed man that usually lay there-- a freckled, copper haired, blue eyed, George lay there, fast asleep. Clarissa sighed regretfully and got up, pulling on her pajamas back on and moving to shake George awake.
"George Weasley--get up right now and leave, James could be here any second.' Clarissa walked to her window overlooking Diagon Alley. "This, this thing cannot leave this room, George. No one can know." she said gravely, feeling terrible.
"Yeah," George said, pulling on his trousers. "Next week then?"
Clarissa sneered "THIS WAS A ONE TIME THING--I'm getting married in two weeks!"
"Actually, two and a half." George started before noticing Clarissa's scowl "Alright, Alright." George pulled a sweater on over his shirt.
Clarissa's heart flipped and she went to her drawer, and there lay the sweater, in the back of her drawer. She picked it up "Here," she said, handing it to George "Take this."
"Er..." George took it and folded it under his arm.
Clarissa sighed; fighting back tears "Just, just leave."
And like those simple words, he was out the door. Clarissa sat on her unmade bed, head in hands, crying. She rethought the evening in her brain dozens of times before it really settled in. She had cheated on James. Cheated. How could she? She loved James. She didn't know--all she knew was that it was wrong. The thought lay in her head for another two days, before Clarissa finally got up the courage to tell him.
"Er...James, I need to tell you something..."
"Yes, sweetheart?" James asked, completely unaware of what Clarissa had done.
Clarissa sighed regretfully. "That...that shirt really brings out your eyes." Clarissa said, noting that the dark blue shirt really didn't bring out James' eyes.
"Thanks...Are you okay?" James asked, concerned.
"I'm..." In love with George Weasley. "I'm fine."