Angelina sighs what feels like the fiftieth time as she lies in George's arms. Honestly, he's just a little bit sick of it. Angelina has to leave for the Quidditch season tomorrow and she probably won't be back for a while. Quidditch requires traveling around the world almost consistently, which means that Angelina won't be back in England for at least a month and that's if she's lucky.
"You'll be back, you know," George mutters as he runs his fingers up and down her bare back.
"I know," she replies. "I just don't want to leave you."
"Ange," George says tersely. "I'm capable of taking care of myself."
"I know," she mumbles as she looks away from him. "It's not that. I just don't want to leave."
"Alicia and Katie will be fine, too," he assures her. "Alicia's doing a lot better and Katie is up and at it again. Besides, she's got Wood to keep her company now. I'll stop in and make sure that they're ok, too. You don't have to worry about them, love."
"That's not it, you idiot," she snaps, moving to sit up. "I don't want to leave you and not because you're hurting and in pain. I just don't want to leave you. I'll miss you."
Slowly, George sits up as well. He takes her face in his hands and kisses her thoroughly. He doesn't let her go until he's sure that he has convinced her of the fact that he isn't going anywhere. Not now and certainly not when she leaves. She needs to know that.
"I'm going to miss that, too," she breathes when he pulls away. "George, I. . . .I want this to make us stronger and I don't want us to grow apart."
"I know, love," he says, brushing some hair away from her face. "But nothing could rip me away from you."