Hey guys! Sorry it's taken so long to update. I'm so busy with scholarships and all of that good college stuff. Here it is though. Just a little bit more angst!

Chapter Six Second Chances

George had left, without looking at Ella, slamming the door as he went. Ella had curled onto her side and pulled the quilt around her shaking body, staring blankly at the wall.

She had no idea how to explain what had happened. One minute everything was spectacular and the next it was as if a switch had flipped in his head and everything had gone terribly wrong. Ella knew that George struggled without his brother, but she had thought he was only sad. It would seem she was terribly mistaken.

Finally, when the sun was peeking through the windows, in the early morning, Ella gathered her clothes and left the joke shop. Thankfully, Diagon Alley was deserted. She disapparated and hurried up to the castle, against the chilly wind.

Several students called out to her as she made her way to her rooms. Ella waved or gave them half-hearted greetings, but she desperately wanted to reach the solitude of her rooms.

Once there she took a scalding shower, trying to get the previous night off of her. After that, Ella fell into her bed and burrowed deep into it, not planning on moving in the near future.

After spending the better part of two days analyzing one night, Ella got up and showered again as she had to leave her rooms to teach. She hadn't planned anything exciting for her classes as she had been a bit preoccupied with her own life.

"Just a lecture today?" Ethan whined when he walked into the classroom.

"I'm afraid so," Ella responded.

The class groaned as they took their seats and began taking notes as Ella gave the lesson on House Elf enslavement.

She made it through her last class and stayed behind organizing and gathering up stacks of essays on her desk. She couldn't spend any more time thinking about George, as there were papers to be graded.

"Can I speak to you?" Someone asked quietly?

Ella yelped and dropped her papers in fright. She put a hand to her face at the way her day was going when she saw it was only George. With a flick of his want the papers were in a neat stack on her desk once more.

"Sure," Ella responded slowly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He opened, lingering in the back of the classroom.

Ella didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say. George put his hands in his pockets and took a few steps toward the front of the room.

"And I'm sorry about the other night," he said simply.

Ella finally turned to face him full on. "Me too."

"That's not how I wanted that to happen. You have to believe that." He came a little closer. He was making his way toward her in slow intervals.

"I would hope that's not how you planned that out," Ella responded.

"It's not. I didn't want that for you. You deserved something much better. You deserved to enjoy that night." George looked at her pathetically.

"You're right." Ella folded her arms across her chest. "So what happened?"

George sat down at one of the desks and put his head in his hands. He didn't speak for quite some time. Ella waited, uncertain of what he could possibly say to make the situation better.

Finally, Geoge looked up at her and he looked utterly distraught. Ella noticed for the first time since he had entered the room that his eyes were red and bleary, his hair was a disheveled mess, and his skin was pale as he hadn't been sleeping enough.

"Has something like this happened before?" Ella asked, breaking the silence.

George remained silent, but nodded his head. After another minute's silence he took a deep breath. "But I didn't want to do that to you. I didn't want to do it to anybody, but I can't seem to control it." George looked her directly in the eye, and she was glad for the respect. "After Fred died I felt like I couldn't control anything. I felt that my life had been turned into complete chaos. For a long time afterwards I tried to rein everything in, but I couldn't." George looked back down at the desk. "Once before I was seeing someone and it was a good relationship, but the same thing happened, only she wouldn't listen to me explain." George met her eyes again. "I understand if you can't deal with all of this"

Ella had teared up a little and she walked toward him, trailing her fingers on the desks. When she got to George's desk, Ella sat on his lap and put her arms around his neck.

"I understand." Ella rested her head on his shoulder. "I want to help you, George."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and she sat up again, kissing him deeply on the mouth. The heat built between them and George pushed her teaching robes off of her shoulders and his hands slipped under her t-shirt.

Ella flicked her wand and the classroom door locked. Moving herself onto the desk, Ella pulled George to a standing position. She brought him closer to her with her legs around his hips. Her shirt came off by her own doing and George bent over her and kissed her creamy shoulder.

Ella pulled his t-shirt over his head and ran her hands over his strong, broad chest slowly. He closed his eyes and moved his hands to her hips, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her pants.

"Take them off," Ella commanded, lifting her hips for him.

After George had removed her pants she slipped out of her undergarments. It was an exhilarating feeling to be lying completely naked on a student's desk. Anyone could try to come in at any moment, but Ella was only concerned with trying to be with George again.

She half sat up and put her hands on the button of her pants, but he grabbed her hands and looked at her urgently.

Ella looked at him directly in the eye as she sat all the way up. "I trust you," she said firmly. She put her arms around his neck and kissed jaw and neck and collarbone, ridding him of his pants. Ella laid back down on the desk and looked up at him, waiting.

George put his hands on the desk on either side of Ella, bracing himself. With a groan he sank into her.

It started out fine, but at one point it seemed George would be rough again. Ella put her hands on his face and pulled his bowed head up.

"George, look at me," Ella whispered softly. When he didn't immediately meet her gaze she repeated herself. "Look at me."

George shifted hi s gaze and looked at Ella with tortured eyes. They had paused and Ella stroked his fiery hair slowly. Ella brought his mouth to hers and continued her gentle touches. She wanted him to be aware of her presence beneath him and she wanted him to stay in the moment with her.

Returning gentle touches to Ella, George picked up his motion again and a little later they were both sitting on the floor, clothed, pleasantly satisfied.

They weren't speaking, Ella had her head on George's broad chest. She could hear his heart beat and feel the rise and fall of his breathing against her cheek. She knew he meant well and this his life had been unbelievably hard without his twin by his side.

"So you still want to be with me?" George asked quietly.

Ella pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. "Of course I do."

George returned her gaze willingly. "I don't mean to be like this. I would understand if you wanted to find someone more stable, who could take care of you and be with you."

Ella didn't say anything for a moment. "I don't want anyone else. I want to be with you. I want to make whatever we have work." She smiled at him. "You're thoughtful and you make me laugh like no one ever has before."

George grinned down at her and kissed her on the mouth.

"So you still want to meet my family for Christmas?" He asked.

"Only if you meet mine too."

There you have it. I hope you loved it. Please review. No hate comments or flames please! The next chapter will be Christmas fluff :)

Happy reading,

Avonmora