Chapter 78 – 5 Inch heels

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"Gwen." A hand rubbed my back softly, I knew who it was, but I couldn't see him. I saw nothing even though my eyes were still open. "It's Harry. Slow breaths, Gwen. Slow breaths."

"How is she?" I heard Fred's voice.

"Not responding. I'm going to need to put a calming charm on her." I felt the pull of his magic, and my breathing finally slowed. My sight was slowly coming back, but I wasn't ready to face anyone, so I closed my eyes. "She's going to be okay." He stroked my hair back. "What were you doing when it happened?"

"I was just showing her around the shop. She was okay, she was laughing and joking all the time. But then-"

"Then what? What happened?"

"Nothing. I was just showing her the new and original line from the daydream charms."

"Fuck!" I heard Harry curse and stand up from the bed. I could hear him pace in the room. I could just imagine him running his hand through his wild black hair.

"You know what triggered it?" Fred's voice asked when I felt a hand going over my cheek. But it wasn't Fred's, his voice was too far away.

"W-was it me?" George's voice was quiet, a close to my ear. George's hand then. But that wasn't a surprise.

"No." I rested my hand on the one that was on my cheek and my eyes fluttered open. George's face was pale, his eyes filled with worry. "It wasn't you."

He cupped both of my cheeks and in the corner of my eye I was Harry, Fred and Lee move closer. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I pushed myself up and let my feet fall off the bed. Harry was kneeling in front of me, as George placed a hand on my lower back.

"Do you want me to cast a diagnostic spell on you?" Harry asked, looking up at me, his hands on my knees.

"No." I shook my head. "No, I'm good. Thank you, Harry." I gave him a soft smile before I looked to the others. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you-"

Fred and Lee were next to Harry on the floor within a second. "You don't have anything to apologise for, Guinevere." Fred said.

"I thought I was ready-"

"Gwen." Harry took my hand in his and squeezed. "Maybe you should tell them."

"I-" My eyes turned wide, and I shook my head wildly.

"Gwen..."

"No, Harry. I can't tell them. I can't." I pleaded with him, not daring to look at the others. But I felt their eyes on me.

Harry sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "Can you give us a moment?" He asked the others.

Fred and Lee stood up and kissed the top of my head before they walked over to the door. George's hand went to my cheek and caressed it softly with his thumb. "Whatever it is, you can tell us, Guinevere." He kissed my cheek and followed his twin and best friend out of the room. They looked at us for a second before closing the door behind them. Harry put a Muffliato charm over the room and sat down next to me.

"I can't tell them. It's one of their products." I sighed. "One way or another, they will think it's their fault, I can't have them thinking that. Not ever."

"Gwen, what are you going to do? Avoid the shop or the products just in case you come across it?"

"I'll manage. I'll find a way to cope with it."

"They'll figure it out one day."

"Maybe, maybe not. But I can't tell them, Harry." I leaned against him as he pulled me in a hug.

"I wish I could take it away." He whispered.

I chuckled softly. "You're a good man, Harry. But this is something I have to live with for the rest of my life, just like this." I touched my stomach.

"Maybe I should take you home." He said with a worried look.

I offered him a smile. "You worry too much." I kissed his cheek. "Do you want to stay?"

"No, I don't want to interrupt your little reunion." Again, with that look the others had.

"Harry James Potter, what's with that look?" I laughed and slapped his arm.

"What look?" He said innocently.

"The look I've seen on Fleur, Fred and Lee. What's with it?"

Harry looked away from me and leaned back, his hands resting behind him. "You and George." He finally said, with a grin.

I frowned and shuffled further on the bed and sat cross-legged. "Me and George? There isn't a me and George."

"Not yet." I opened my mouth to object, but he held up his hand. "There is something between you, and apparently I'm not the only one who has noticed."

"No." I jumped off the bed. "Nothing will ever happen between me and George, not again."

"Gwen-"

There were tears in my eyes when I looked over my shoulder. "I can't." I wiped the tears away and schooled my face before I opened the door and walked out the room.

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Two hours later, I was sitting on the couch with George and Fred, watching a movie. Harry and Lee had left before dinner. The twins shared concerned glances with each other before looking at me the whole night. And it was quite frustrating. They did everything to make me laugh that night, which wasn't that hard, because they were the Weasley twins after all.

I just opened my mouth to ask about the movie when the floo roared. Thinking it was Hermione, because Fred she might come over after dinner, I smiled. It faltered when a gorgeous young woman with long blonde hair and icy-blue eyes walked in. She was wearing a tight, black pencil skirt, a few inches too short in my opinion. And a white shirt with a button too many open. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she walked in like she owned the place. I felt George stiffen next to me and he retracted the arm that was leaning on the back rest behind me quickly. I looked to Fred, his eyes flickered between the girl and George nervously. What was going on?

"Hey, sexy." She said, kicking of her 5-inch heels.

"Sara, hey." George stood up and walked over to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Not just a kiss but tongue and all. She was really making a spectacle out of it. And it made me sick. Fred wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close against him. George pulled away first and looked at the wall behind her. The girl, Sara however, looked at me. With an icy look that would've send chills down my spine if Fred wasn't holding me.

"Who are you?"

"Gwen, an -" I glanced from Fred to George's back. "An old friend."

"I've never heard of you." She said with another hair flip as she turned back to George. Ouch. "George, baby, I thought we could go out. There is this new club on the south side, should be fun." She glanced over at me. "Remember how much fun we had last time." She ran her hands seductively over his chest and pulled his waistband. George pushed her hands away.

"As you can see, we have company. I'm not going out tonight." He said still not looking behind him.

She pouted excessively. "Fine, then I'll stay."

"What?" The twins chimed.

"Let me get into something comfortable." She said already unbuttoning her clothes as she walked to George's bedroom, her heels clicking loudly on the stone tiles. The bedroom I was lying in a few hours ago. That thought made me feel sick. George walked over to the bar cabinet, and he poured himself a glass of whiskey that he downed in a second. He still hasn't looked at me since she walked in. Fred was rubbing small comforting circles on my arm. A few silent minutes passed, the tv still playing, when she came back in. My breath got caught when I saw what she was wearing. It was George's old quidditch jersey, the one I had. I recognized it from the holes in the sleeves I used to put my thumbs in. She wasn't wearing anything else that much was obvious. She walked over to George and her hand grazed over his bum.

I shot up quickly, not looking at the couple. "It's getting late, I should go." I said quickly and tucked on my old converse. What was I compared to her? I was wearing a ragged jean, old converse shoes and an oversized hoodie. I fidgeted with my sleeve as I lifted my eyes to meet George. He was finally looking at me, his eyes sad but he didn't say anything. "Nice to meet you." I offered her a strained smile that she didn't reciprocate.

"I wish I could say the same." She huffed.

Fred jumped up and stood next to me, his arms protectively around me. "Nice, Sara, real nice." He glared at her, then at George. "I'm going with her."

"Fred, you don't have -" I started, looking at him.

"Believe me, you're much better company." He turned us around and we walked in the fireplace. Neither of us looked at the pair as we were engulfed by flames.

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"I can't stand her." Fred groaned as he flopped down on my bed. I leaned against the wall and looked at the ginger on my bed. "She wasn't supposed to come over, she knew we had company tonight."

"That's probably why she showed up. She looks like one that wants to know what her boyfriend is up to 24/7."

"Don't say boyfriend." He grunted.

"Isn't he?" I asked looking at my nails.

"Guess so. I just don't get what he sees in her."

"She's pretty."

"So are you."

"What do I have to do with this?" I looked to him, and he shot me a look that said. What do you think?

"She may be a looker but that's about it, she's horrible. Hermione doesn't like her either, always giving her 'tips' on how to do her hair or make-up. Ugh."

"What about the rest of the family?"

"They haven't met her yet."

I turned around and opened my drawers to take out a set of pyjamas. "How long are they seeing each other?" I asked, not turning around.

"Just a few months. I think they started seeing each other a month before your sudden arrival."

I nodded my head and turned around with pyjamas in my arms. "I'm going to go change. Meet me downstairs? I'll make popcorn and we can finish the movie."

"Sure." He literally rolled out of bed making me chuckle before I walked to the bathroom.

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Once changed into my pyjamas, I walked downstairs. Fred was talking to Andy in the living room, and I went to the kitchen to make a bowl of popcorn. I heard to popcorn pop in the microwave when Andy walked in.

"I'm going to bed, dear." She kissed my cheek. "I told Fred he could stay in the extra spare room if he wanted to."

"You would fill this place to the brim if I let you." I chuckled. "Goodnight, Andy."

"Goodnight." She smiled and walked up the stairs.

I took out the popcorn and poured it in a large bowl before heading towards Fred. He had made himself comfortable, his feet on the coffee table and his hands behind his head. He turned to me when he heard me walk in and whistled. "Nice legs, Northon."

I huffed a laugh as I tugged on my shirt. I was wearing an oversized shirt and shorts. "You sound just like Harry."

"He has a good eye." He winked as I sat down next to him.

"How does Hermione deal with you?" I laughed. "Why don't you stay at her place?"

"She'd send me an owl that she's staying at Harry's with Ron. Like old times." He wrapped an arm around me as I put on the movie. We talked a while, not really following the movie. He told me how he'd finally asked out Hermione and their plans to move in together. He listened to my time in Australia and my travels after. Not much later, we fell asleep on the couch. My head on Fred's shoulder.

The next morning, we woke up with kids in our laps. Teddy on Fred's and CJ on mine. They both laughed as they tickled us. CJ looked a bit wary at Fred first, but seeing Teddy so comfortable with him, he joined in.