The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

Never trusting

"I want that shop," Freya said stubbornly.

"Why is that?" I tried not to roll my eyes at how stubborn she was about this, I hated this argument, I wanted it to be over.

Freya groaned slightly, "back home you went to the Academy to become a musical talent, that was the point of going there. I could've gone to the normal school my brother went to, but I enjoyed my violin too much. Some people went to become part of the ensembles for movies, others joined famous orchestras, and me? I could've done that, I was going to audition for the most famous orchestra over there this fall-they traveled to every state and were housed in Baltimore. But I can't now, and although I'm very happy to be here with you and Fred, I need to fill my life with music. I'm next to useless in your shop, yeah I created something, but that's not what I want to do. I want to create music, and anything I try to pursue is going to take me away from you, except that shop," she looked at me from under her full eyelashes, looking incredibly beautiful as ever-she knew she was gorgeous, and she knew I would melt in a heartbeat....just like now. "Don't you want to be just three shops down...instead of me going far away or having a rigorous schedule that'll be taxing on our relationship? George, we're finally able to begin a normal relationship, if I were to go after anything else but that shop, it would be too much for us. It wouldn't be fair to you."

"Tyler was accepted into that, wasn't he?" I asked curiously. Freya locked eyes with me, the bags from earlier were darker but she nodded slightly, I sighed. Rubbing the bridge of my nose as I felt a headache forming, I was going to hate my next words. But if it would make Freya happy, I would do it, I would do anything to make her smile. "How about we go find out about the shop?" Freya looked surprised as she walked closer, "but, if it's too much for my liking. We're finding a new shop, understand? That's the end of it." I held up my hand. Freya nodded slightly. "This is really what you want?"

"Yes, George," Freya smiled.

***

"Anyone here?" I called stepping into the old building. The ferret appeared from behind a door, he smirked when he saw me.

"What do you want, Weasley?" he stated as he leaned against the wall.

"I'm here to make a bid on this shop," I stated.

"Why would you want to do that? You have a perfectly good shop already."

"This isn't for me," I muttered. I wanted to give as little information as possible.

That smirk from my childhood spread across his face as he crossed his arms, "well, I'd love to help you, but I don't think I can accept."

"Why? You were more than happy to take my money yesterday."

"You know exactly why, Weasley."

I groaned, "you're a rightful git! Honestly, you're going to turn away good business just because I'm involved?"

"Not exactly."

"Then what do you want?" I stated with pure frustration evident in my voice.

"Three Thousand galleons for starters and nine hundred each month," Draco shrugged.

I paused for a moment, we had enough to last three months, I just hoped this shop didn't flop. "I think we can do that, I only need the shop for a few months. If things take off we'll continue renting but if it doesn't then we'll be gone."

"Looks like I'll be seeing Freya a lot then, that's who this shop is for right?" Draco winked slightly.

"You stay far away from her, we'll pay you the rent and that's it. You will not go near Freya. She pays for the rent and that's the end of your business with us. Don't even think about approaching her."