The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

Epilouge

Two redheads ran from home in the hopes of finding safety from a horrible war, I never expected to meet them or fall in love with one of them or even marry that guy one day. I was meant to go on and have a big career in music composing, but at the same time I also wanted to end it all. That all changed when two people showed up at the right time. It's crazy to have run off with two people I barely knew and start an entirely new life with them. But even when I think of all I've left, I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Because I've actually accomplished a lot more than I believed possible.

I had never been happier since meeting them, I'm still happy.

At least that's what I kept repeating to myself as George pulled the curtain back, holding out my cardigan with an apologetic look, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

I nodded, taking hold of the sweater and pulling it over my head and hurrying out of the room and down the polished halls until the signs changed and I was standing against the wall with all my weight as the bright lights and surroundings caved in on me.

George's hands took mine and I was pulled away from the doors and down the hall, far away, until we apparated out of there. When my feet touched solid ground, George had his hands on my shoulders and was staring at me with a worried expression. He didn't speak as I stared up at him-he was giving me space like he always did when something bothered me.

"Tell me what to do, Fey," he pleaded, "I'm sorry," he whispered as he put his forehead against mine.

I took a deep breath, breathing in the comforting scent of spearmint, "no I'm sorry love, its stupid to still be scared of hospitals."

George's hands stroked my cheeks, brushing away a stray tear in the process, "no it's not, love. It's completely understandable."

I kissed his cheek and smiled slightly, "let's go tell your family the news."

George held me in place, his eyes roving my face, "I love you," his words came out as a plea, his eyes begging for something.

"I love you too," giving him my best smile.

we walked through the front door of the Burrow which was slightly busy as people were helping set up for the dinner celebration. There was a loud crashing noise that drowned out the chatter between Percy, Arthur, and Bill around the table. I looked at George and we rushed to the living room, Fredrick and Arran were giggling as they waddled away from the grandfather clock they had just tipped over.

"Your mum's going to murder us," I muttered.

"She understands, its not the first time this has happened," George assured me.

"Is everyone alright?" Molly appeared carrying a big basket of clothes as a tearing sound reached our ears.

"Boys!" I shouted as I stalked forward to see them sitting in a pile of feathers and torn pillows. "Molly, I'm sorry!" I turned to her, she was watching with amusement while George smiled from over her shoulder.

"Nothing we can't fix," Molly smiled.

I turned to the boys, their hair was a lighter shade of red than George's and they had the waves like my own. I sighed slightly as I picked up Fredrick who clung to my neck tightly.

"Can you tell grandmum that you're sorry?" Freddie nuzzled my neck and nodded, "then go on and say it."

"Sorry," Fredrick said mispronouncing his r's.