George watched in amusement at the small Quidditch match being played in the garden. As much as he would have liked to play, he didn't think he was ready to be a beater without his twin.
"Is your mom alright?" Kagome asked, turning from the players.
George rubbed the back of his head and leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. "I think so. We just had a bizarre conversation. It sounded like she started implying that I fancied you? It was very strange."
He turned, finding Kagome staring at him with a weird look on her face.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what my face looked like as well." George mumbled.
Kagome turned back to the game, shooting a look at George out of the corner of her eyes.
'Strange, I wonder what made her think that.'
Kagome turned, peering back at the Burrow before shifting her gaze back to the game.
George shot to his feet when his team scored, excitement written all over his face.
"Oy, did you see that? Wait until we get back on our brooms Freddie…"
George trailed off in horror, Kagome bowing her head once he realized what he had said.
"I don't think I want to watch anymore." He mumbled.
Kagome stood and dusted off her jeans, turning back to the Burrow. "Come on, lets go find something inside to do."
George nodded solemnly, standing and walking with her.
"George, where are you going?" Ron called as they paused the game.
"I'm not feeling great, keep going." George shouted over his shoulder, keeping his eyes focused ahead.
The Weasley children watched, their eyes turning sad and weary as they watched George retreat from their homemade pitch.
"He's not doing alright." Hermione mumbled.
Fleur tilted her head to the side, her blonde hair shifting over her shoulder, "the poor theeng. I hope he starts to find some peace."
Author's Note: Hi everyone, first I want to say thank you so much for the love this story has received. Second, I actually found it difficult it capture Fleur, so please go easy on me. I hope you all continue to enjoy this story. Love you all! Moonlightsmadness