a rebel love// g.w.

Chapter Two

The train ride seemed longer than ever, as George's head rested on your shoulder.  Silently you smiled to yourself as you went back to your book. You tried focusing your attention on the love story unfolding on the pages. A love between Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennett, a love that you only wished you could experience. A love for the ages.

Looking up, you caught Hermione's gaze as she watched the scene before her. Giving her a shake of your head and dropping your smile, turning your attention to outside the cabin window. This is nothing and you cannot lead yourself on, let alone lead others to believe that it is something.

You can't let her think this is going to be something special, because it's not. It is a crush and nothing more, feeling and emotions you can never experience or share with him. The train was finally pulling into the station, you put my book into your satchel and woke George slowly. He was not a fan of being pulled from his dreams

"Georgie... we made it to the station. You have got to get up" you softly whispered in his ear, gently shaking him awake. He gave you this loopy smile and sat up, gathering his things. You rose behind him tucking your hair behind your ears, trying to hide your smile.

We made our way off the train, you saw the beautiful Molly Weasley waiting for her children to come home. You couldn't help but smile seeing her reunite with all her children, even got the twin's names right this time! She quickly greeted Hermione and Harry, and finally made her way to you.

"Hello my dear, how was your year? The boys never stop talking about you! " Mrs. Weasley asked, hugging you gingerly. She made you feel more at home than ever, and you could not be more grateful for her.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley. My year was good, only three broken bones and decent grades. You know, the normal for me" You smiled back, making her laugh at your foul luck. But also ignoring what she said about the boys, you could only imagine the stories they tell her.

"Oh please call me Molly, dear. One day you'll be family, I just know it" she said, moving us along to the flying car. You vaguely remember flying one year to pick up Harry from his awful aunt and uncle in this car. It is well known that muggles would not take lightly to seeing a flying car.

You blushed at Molly's words, trying to hide the embarrassment behind your blonde hair. You quickly caught Fred's gaze who just chuckled, while George stood there, his confusion mirroring your own. You weren't sure if you wanted to be with him, if you wanted to know what it feels to be loved by him. You just shook the thought out of your mind.

You couldn't think about the idea of  "us" when there is nothing between us, you are friends, the three musketeers, pranksters, and he was your support system. You wouldn't be able to carry on knowing that he could leave you if you ever became a something.

Once, settled in the car you gently fell into a deep sleep. Slowly your body molded into the person who was next to you, he was your person also known as George Weasley. Your bodies just fell into sync, it was like they were made to be with each other. But he would never feel for you that way. You just had a gut feeling about it.

With him, you felt warm and at home. Being cuddled up next to this wonderful man you never felt more like yourself. Everything was perfect but you knew it would end when we got to The Burrow, knowing you would be pulled away from your dreams of George. As Hermione shook you awake from the seats in front, as Fred did the same thing to George.

Your dreams slowly disappeared in front of you, filled with love and intimacy between the two of you. It was everything you never knew you needed. A home where you felt more loved and more comfortable in yourself than you had ever felt. But it was a dream, never a reality

Little did you know, that George was feeling the same way as he was awoken from his peaceful dreams. Filled with your laughter and whispers of love and promises. But he knew he would never be able to address his feelings with you. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be with him?