Without you ( George Weasley x Reader )

Chapter 3

" yuck" I say as I stick out my tongue, she rolls her eyes at me.

" you're never going to be able to experience something like that if you don't go outside" I tell her and I seem to have struck a nerve.

" I am outside!"

I sarcastically look around us, at the hunched over tree that covers us, the secluded area making people that do walk past not bat an eyelid at us.

" really? We are pretty much sat in an on the ground treehouse! And I'm the only boy here, you know what means?" I say with a smirk.

" that God mustn't like me for me to deserve this?" She says bored.

" no" I huff offended.

" that if you ever experience something romantic it will be with me" I say as I pick up a nearby daisy on the grass and pass it to her.

She takes in her hands before placing it in her book as a bookmark making me swoon.

" you don't strike me as the romantic type" she tells me.

I abruptly sit up and stare at her in shock, " why? What makes you say that? Why couldn't I be?"

She laughs at my many questions but I'm paranoid to know what she thinks of me, I love spending time with y/n but every time we talk, it's about me or I'm talking and she listens, or she gives her opinion on pointless things but when it comes to herself and her personal thoughts she keeps me in the dark.

" I'm serious, I can be romantic, I would kiss you right now if you let me" I say attempting to appear confident but she sees right through me.

" really? Okay, do it" she says smug like she knows I'm too afraid too.

" a-alright, I'll just" I say shuffling closer to her.

My face must be redder than ever while she sits there as cool as cucumber.

I place my hand on her chin and clear my throat nervously, her smirk tempts me to do it as I can't let her win.

Without further thought, I lean forward and push my lips on hers quickly, it's fast and as much as I enjoy it I pull back in fear that I was doing it wrong.

" told you" I say afterwards although I'm sweating.

She then just laughs and giggles, picking up her book and getting back to it like nothing happened.

I try not to think about it but for the rest of the day and year I wonder what she thought about it.

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" How's Beauxbatons?" I ask her with my hands in my pockets, I lean against the tree.

" it's great, you know to get sorted into a house we use a bow and arrow and just shoot it across the hall" she tells me.

" really? That's awesome, is there a board that you hit it to? Did you get bullseye?" I ask.

She chuckles, " no just across the room, it then bursts into the colour of your house"

" are there 4 houses?" I ask intrigued.

" 3, I'm in Ombrelune, but the coolest thing happened when I got sorted"

" you shot the arrow and it hit someone? I can see it you were never good at defence against the dark arts" I say.

" George" She says as she frowns at me, dragging out my name and I wish she'd say it all the time.

" alright, alright, tell me what happened" I say glad she's here.

" when it first burst, it was purple, the house of Papillonlisse then it suddenly changed to grey and the grey took over"

" ahh the arrow must of been torn on where to put you" I say.

" yeah" she says with a grin.

" I'm glad you're happy over there"

She smiles sweetly at me, " thanks I'm glad you're happy too"

Little does she know I was in fact not happy and it's been a long while since I have been, does she really think I've got over her leaving? Maybe she meant  a lot more to me than I did her.

" my classmates are probably waiting for me back in the carriage" she says.

" oh okay, I'll walk you" I offer.

" it's okay, you should go, I'm sure you can't afford another detention" she says and I grin at her.

The way we communicate is still like how we used to and I treasure the comfort I have when I'm around her but I can't help but also feel foolish.