The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

Never trusting

*just a note. I noticed comments saying "you're too hating on slytherin." I'm a slytherin too, but I gotta give the story that direction. I'm sorry <3

George's POV*

I opened my eyes to see Fred staring at me, eating cereal with a small smile on his face.

"Slept on the couch, huh?" he asked as he shifted to sit by my feet instead of on my legs. I nodded as I sat up, "you are a wizard...why didn't you just-"

"Freya took my wand and locked both our doors," I mumbled, holding a hand up and groaning.

"Long night then, huh?"

"We were arguing for hours," I muttered, standing up to go check on Freya.

"She's not in there," Fred called from the couch.

"Where is she?" I turned on my heel, confused.

"Harry and Ron invited her along to the Ministry."

I rubbed my neck, the couch wasn't made for me to sleep on-it was a little too small. Now I was sore and stiff, "did you talk to her this morning?"

"No, because I agree with you, which she knows. But luckily I can sleep in my comfy bed."

"Thank you," I muttered as I walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, "I don't trust that ferret and the fact that Freya does even in the slightest, worries me."

"She doesn't understand what he's like, or use to be like, either way I'm on your side. Even if she's mad at me as well, she'll understand why you don't want to do business with that ferret soon enough."

"Then what should we do?" I mumbled miserably.

"Find out what he wants," Fred shrugged. There was a crack and voices from the living room, one of them was Freya's, I glanced into the hall to see her talking to Harry and Ron.

Freya saw me the moment she turned around, her eyes narrowing slightly, "I'll be in the office doing mail orders," Freya muttered before rushing off which left Harry and Ron to look at me curiously.

"The love birds here are fighting because as it turns out, the building Freya wants to rent for her shop is owned by the infamous Draco Malfoy. Which led to the worst fight I've ever had the unfortunate luck to hear," Fred began to explain.

"Freya wouldn't do anything," Ron commented.

"It's not Freya I'm concerned about, it's that damn ferret." I stated. "I'm going downstairs."

I pushed pass Harry and Ron, leaping down the stairs to the shop and into the office where I found Freya sitting in the chairs twirling my wand innocently.

"Freya, can we just-"

"it's all in the matter of trust, and you clearly don't-"

"If you would just listen to me, then you would understand what I'm talking about when I say I don't want you to get that shop from that ferret. He's going to take advantage of you. Of us."

"I can take care of myself," her chin lifted in the air slightly as she stood up. I loved her for her stubbornness, but there were moments when it just made me mad. Like now, "I want this, George. Can't you understand that?"

"I don't want that ferret taking advantage of us, especially since he despises my family. The second he finds an opening he'll strike, and I can't imagine what he could possibly do."

"Maybe he won't."

"That monster could never change from being the prick that he was, trust me, I know! I'm sorry love, but I promise we'll find another shop...just please trust me on this?" I asked pleadingly.