Prompt for 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕.

  Tell me it’s not true

George sighed as he closed the door of the Burrow behind him. It didn’t go over well. Was he delusional to think it would’ve went well to tell his family that Hermione and Him were together? Maybe. But everything since the war had been a whirlwind of emotions. Of trying to navigate through it all. After the marriage between him and Angelina Johnson failed, he felt like he was going through a haze, barely living. But then the relationship between him and Hermione happened. It was all still new and fresh. She made him feel more than his own despair. He felt like he was slowly, very slowly healing with her help, just like he was doing with her, helping her heal.

George stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked the length of the garden to the pond that sat near the fence the Weasley’s had surrounding their home. The four years that Angelina and George were married had been rough, it hadn’t been fair to either of them. But now, they have worked out a way to co-parent and still remain friends. And now that he and Hermione were together? Could he hold onto everything still? Hold onto keeping his kids, keep Hermione? Make his family happy? It felt like everything was going to crumple beneath him.

“Tell me it’s not true” George heard behind him, making him jump. He turned to see his youngest brother, Ronald, standing ten feet away from him, hands clenched together. “Tell you what?” George asked, confused. “Tell me that it’s not true, tell me that I heard wrong '' He said, glaring at his brother. “Tell me it's not true that you and Hermione are together” He said through his teeth. George sighed, rolling his eyes. Of course Ron would have an issue with it. Not that it mattered, not like Ron and Hermione were together any more any ways. 

“It’s true. Her and I are together” George said as he faced his brother. “We’ve been together for a little while now” George said as he ran a hand through his ginger hair. “Why? Of every one that you could have, you picked Hermione?!” Ron nearly shouted. “You think I went out of my way to get Hermione to like me?” He asked. “You're delusional if you think that” George said as he turned away to look at the pond. 

“I had no intentions to find out that she may like me,” George admitted. He felt his heart ach. He didn’t go out of his way to see Hermione, to find out if there was something there between them. After his failed marriage to Angelina, he wasn’t going out of his way to look for love. Granted, he had loved Hermione for so long, but never went after her, not wanting to step on Ron’s toes at the time. But now? Now that Hermione and Ron weren’t together? No. It would’ve been foolish to ever think that he could. But as circumstances would have it, the universe seemed to have thrown them together, knowing that they needed someone to help their struggles. George would forever be grateful for this chance with her.

“So yes” George looked back at his little brother, who was as red as hair with anger. “We are together. Like it or not, I don’t give a sh*t, you squandered your chance with her. Your chance with her has passed. For whatever reason, she likes me, I’m going to take a chance on her. I am going to help her with her struggles just like she’s been doing for me. I’m not going to let her slip through my fingers” And with that, George rushed past his brother to head inside to get Hermione, and leave to his flat with her, making sure she was able to unwind from all this hectic day.