Us ; George Weasley

Thirty-eight

He automatically wrapped his own arms around my shoulders, hugging me back just as tightly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, resting his cheek against my head. I hummed in response, smiling weakly.

"I'm okay." I assured him. "I just did something I should've done a long time ago."

I pulled my head back from his chest to look up at his face. He smiled comforting when our eyes met, his hand moving up to lock a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"Dads are a waste of space." I breathed, but immediately realised that George's dad actually was nice. "I mean— not yours. I've met your dad and he seems like a really nice person."

"I know what you mean." He chuckled, nodding slightly. "I suppose you don't have a very good relationship with your father?"

I shrugged and untangled my arms from around his back. When he let go of me too, I fidgeted with my fingers as I kept looking up at him.

"It's not... me." I breathed. "It's William's relationship to our dad."

"So— you're upset because of a relationship you're not a part of?" He asked and narrowed his eyes at me. "I mean, I get why you would be worried, but is your relationship to your dad good?"

I slowly folded my arms over my chest, looking up at him as I thought about the things he said.

"My dad is homophobic." I said. "He won't let Willia—"

"Listen, I don't mean to overstep and I don't agree with your dad being homophobic, but sometimes you need to look at things in a different perspective. If you keep walking around trying to fix things for others, you'll end up harming yourself in the process."

Oh shit.
I'm dating a psychologist.

"You're starting to sound like that shrink my mum made me see when I was five and broke William's leg." I said, causing George's eyes to widen. "And I just realised how crazy that sounded. I didn't break his leg. It broke on its own from the fall."

"Uh— what fall?"

"I pushed him down the stairs." I admitted. "But it wasn't like it was on purpose. He stole my toy so I got mad and pushed him. It was just not our luck that the stairs happened to be behind him."

I looked up at my boyfriend, waiting for his response. Hopefully I didn't scare him too much for him to break up with me.

"O-kay." He hesitated, sending me an odd look. "Well, I'm just saying what I read in a psychology book."

A small smile spread on my lips.

"You've read a psychology book?"

He smiled nervously and bought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck while he looked down to avoid my eyes.

"Before I knew you liked me, I read a lot of books from the library because I wanted to seem smart when talking to you."

Oh.

"When did you know you liked me?" I asked, genuinely curious about it. "I mean— we got together pretty quickly, didn't we?"

"Do you uh— remember our second year?" He asked, causing me to nod slowly. "That's when I first noticed you. It was during the Gryffindor against Ravenclaw match and you were the new beater while I was the new beater on my team. I don't know what it was, but your name was the only one from your team that I remembered after hearing it for the first time."

There he goes fucking my heart again.

"I don't exactly know how long." George added. "That was just when I noticed you. I had a feeling you were special. Turns out I was right about that."