The next morning, I woke up with a huge grin on my face. Last night, I admitted my love for Draco. It felt so right, being here again. I forgot how happy he made me feel. We didn't do much last night; we went back up to my room in the inn and talked until late into the night. When it was getting too late, Draco kissed me goodnight and then left. It took me forever to fall asleep because thoughts of Draco kept me awake.
There was a soft knock on my door as I was rising out bed. Not being in the greatest attire, I opened the door a crack and peeked my head outside. There was a small woman standing before me. She was wearing an apron and holding a broom. "Ma'am? There is a man asking for you downstairs," she told me.
Who could be asking for me this early in the morning? I thanked the woman and then returned inside my room. When I was dressed I emerged from the room to see who is waiting for me. I had no idea who it could be. When I stepped down from the last step, I was utterly shocked at who was in the middle of the room.
"George?" I gasped. How did he know I was here? The man I thought I loved turned around to greet me. He wore a blue button down shirt with tan pants. His green eyes were watching me walk towards him in hesitation.
"Hello, hunny!" he smiled and then pulled me into a hug. Inside his embrace, he kissed the top of my head. This was awkward.
"Hi…George, what are you doing here?" I asked, very confused at how he even found me.
"Well, you never said how long you'd be gone and I got worried. Then I found out that in England, there is basically only one inn available to traveling witches and wizards. So I figured I would try here and see if you were here." He finished.
Well, at least Draco wasn't here. Okay, well, now would be a great time to tell him the wonderful news. "How about we go somewhere?" he suggested. Yeah, good thinking. Well, somewhere where no one can hear or see me break his heart.
"Alright, well, I forgot something upstairs. You can come up with me," I told him, thinking that this is the only place private around here. He obliged and followed me up the stairs.
Once inside my room, he walked over to me and pulled me closer to him. I knew that he was going to kiss me, so I pulled away abruptly. "Are you okay, Taylor?"
"Well, look, I need to tell you something and its not entirely easy. You see, there's a pretty long story attached to this, so can you hear me out?" I asked. George nodded and then took a seat on top of my bed.
"Alright, so before I met you, I was pretty depressed. And I thought that I was only because of my mother dieing. So, when I met you, I was happy again and accepted your hand. But, coming back here, I found out something else. I wasn't only upset because of my mother. You see, when I stayed here for a year, I sort of met someone." I paused when I saw George's expression change when I said that I had met someone. I guess he could see what was coming next.
"To make a long story short, he made me feel like I have never felt before. He was very special to me. When I moved away, I thought I would never see him again. Hence the reason I was depressed before I met you. So I guess the point I'm making is that I can't marry you. I love somebody else."
George was white, and I couldn't blame him. He was not expecting me to break off our marriage. He was speechless. "George, I understand if you don't want to speak to me again or anything. I feel really bad right now," I said to try and make him say something.
"Well, I defiantly didn't expect to come over here and hear that. I guess I can't really be angry with you. I guess this is better, I wouldn't have wanted you to have an affair, now would I?" he half smiled. "Well, I guess this is it then," he sighed.
"I am really sorry. I didn't think I would have to do this," I said and then slipped off my tiny engagement ring. I held it out to him, and he took it bitterly.
"Yeah, me too. Well, I guess I shall be going now. Goodbye, Taylor." George then slowly walked out of the door. I felt awful about breaking the news to him, but at least that is done with.
After George left, I ate something fast and then returned to my room. Once upstairs, there was a note on my bed. How do these keep getting here?
Good morning, beautiful, I was hoping we could get together tonight. Possibly have dinner and such? I hope so; meet me at Hogsmeade near Honeydukes around seven.
DM.
How in the world does he get these notes in my room? I have to remember to wear warm clothes; its now winter.
At around five of seven, I dissapparated to Hogsmeade. I always like to be early. Once in the town, it was already covered in a white blanket of snow. I slowly wandered around trying to find Honeydukes. When I found it, Draco was already there.
"Hullo, there. Ready?" he asked. I nodded. He began to walk ahead of me to an unknown destination. I quickened my pace to walk next to him. As we began to walk through Hogsmeade, our hands kept brushing together. When this happened, he couldn't see my face, but I began to blush like a teenager. This entire relationship again made me feel as if I were sixteen again.