Title: Road to us pt. 4|7 - New memories

Pairing: Post War!George Weasley x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Published: 29 October, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I started this for a tumblr challenge. It was supposed to be a one shot, but it turned into a series with prompt "I don't remember you." - Also in this series,George's ear is perfectly fine.

You were seated on your bed, occupying Charlie's old room, your door wide open. You have been lost in your thoughts for who knows how long, when George passed by your door. He didn't realise your presence in the room, until you greeted him. He walked back, looking at you with curious eyes.

"Morning." He greeted you. "Can I come in?" He asked and stepped in as you nodded. "Are you okay? You don't have headaches, do you?" He asked worriedly, making you chuckle.

"I'm fine, George." You smiled sweetly as you studied his face, a comfortable silence falling up on you. You thought when you first met the twins in the hospital that you would never be able to make a difference between them. But slowly you started to realise small differences in the twins. The way George parted his hair in the middle, whilst his brother parted it on the left side, or how his locks curled forward, while Fred's curled backwards. He also had a little mole present on his chin, and had a slightly more rounded face. But most of all, the fake smile he was wearing around you most of the time.

You wanted to see him happy, laughing at stupid jokes, playing around with the others just like they did with you, but the boy was slightly more distant and less happy than the others. There was only one occasion when you saw him laugh wholeheartedly and whilst he didn't realise it, in that moment he stole your complete attention, you could only concentrate on what a cheerful aura he had.

You didn't want to think about it, but you blamed yourself. You thought the reason he kept you in arm's length was the fact that you reminded him of the day his brother almost died. It hurt to think about it, but you understood. Somewhat.

However, you liked his company and even if he was distant, you wanted to show him that you weren't a bad person, even if he already knew that.

"Can you take me out today? Show me places I have been to, places I liked to hang out at. I really want to remember, George, but if I can't, I would like to at least make new memories." You pleaded and the boy took a deep breath as he turned his head away from you. You bit into your lip, hoping to get him on board.

"Fine, I will show you around." He smiled with his usual phoney smile again, but you didn't mind. You were too happy.

"Thank you." You exclaimed as you jumped up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. You felt his body tense under you, but before you could have let go, his arms sneaked around your waist and pulled you closer, his face hiding in the crook of your neck. You felt your face heat up, your heartbeat becoming faster, but you didn't want to let go. It just felt right to be in his arms.

"Khm." George cleared his throat as he started letting go of you and you pulled back, taking your seat on the edge of the bed again.

"Sorry, I got carried away." You apologised as you played with your hands nervously, your eyes fixed on your digits. George gently got hold of your hands and squeezed them reassuringly.

"It's fine." He smiled at you and once again you could see a real, warm expression, just like back in the hospital.

George and you used the Floo network as you were having difficulties recalling spells or memories from early years of Hogwarts. He took you to your favourite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies. At first you were sceptical why you would have a shop full of sport equipment as your favourite place, but that lasted only as long as you stepped through the door.

Like a little child you ran to the collection of broomsticks, running your fingers through each with a careful touch, before you ran to the other side of the shop with a huge grin across your face to check out some knee pads and gloves. The whole shop smelled of leather and it made you feel giddy, but also calm at the same time. It felt familiar, but you couldn't understand the reason.

"I love it here." You giggled. "Do I know how to play Quidditch?" You asked and George had to swallow a chuckle as a smirk was threatening to spread across his face.

"Yes, you played really well." He nodded.

"Better than you?" You grinned happily as you tried on a glove.

"Let's not go there." He chuckled and once again its genuine nature caught your eyes.

"I bet I was better, you just don't want to tell me." You shrugged pouting.

"Well, you did send me to the hospital wing once, if that makes you feel better." He chuckled and your eyes widened.

"Why did I do that?" You asked with a deep frown.

"You were a chaser back in school, which means you were responsible for scoring goals. You always teased Fred and I about how easy our jobs were as beaters, only hitting balls randomly or so you thought. I told you to try it if you think it's that easy and so you took my bat and hit the bludger, which is one of the balls. The next thing I knew, I was falling to the ground." He spoke with a mischievous look. It took you a second to process the information, before a small grin appeared across your face, making George frown.

"Huh, probably you deserved it." You shrugged, which earned you an eye roll from George.

"You said the same thing in the hospital wing." He chuckled playfully, making your tummy flip in excitement.

"So, I'm not just good at Quidditch, but I am also hilarious. I think I like myself." You nodded approvingly, making George laugh once again. You had to admit, you could have listened to him talk absolute gibberish, his voice and laughter would still catch you off guard.

As you walked along Diagon Alley, you saw a little coffee shop, cakes displayed in its window, making your mouth water. You looked up at George, who smiled down at you and placed his hand on the back of your waist, guiding you towards the entrance. His touch made you blush, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed his warm hand across your back, but you were glad he couldn't see how badly you were blushing.

"It's an interesting choice." He nodded as he led you to a table. Your questioning expression made him continue. "We were coming here quite often before." He clarified.

"Did I like it?" You asked enthusiastically.

"Yes, you nagged me about coming here quite often." He scoffed.

"I assume you didn't like it." You raised a brow.

"The drinks are good, the food is delicious, but the decor-" he cut himself off to let his eyes wander around the place and you involuntarily followed. The cafe was pink and white, tables decorated with frills and laces. You chuckled lightly.

"Let me guess, not a boy's favourite place." He shook his head as a response. "But you still came, didn't you?"

"I couldn't say no when you always gave me those innocent puppy eyes." He rolled his eyes, but his smile never faltered.

"I'm good at quidditch, I'm hilarious and I'm even adorable? I'm more and more sure that I like myself." You nodded, making George scoff.

"Don't worry, your personality didn't change." He grinned as he sat down beside you in a pink leather booth.

You read through the menu, but nothing seemed familiar. You looked at George and waited for him to realise that you have been staring at him. It took him a bit, but he finally lifted his head with a questioning expression.

"Can you order me what I usually order?" You asked and a surprised look presented itself on his face, before a small smile found its way across his lips. He nodded in response and waited for the waitress to come and take your orders.

George and you have been laughing around about silly things you have done when you were in school, he talked to you about all the pranks his brother and he have committed. The conversation, the way he talked to you, the way he kept an eye contact and smiled at the silly stories made you feel as if you have known him for a long time. It was just natural.

But there was one thing that was bugging you and you just couldn't let it slide. You didn't want to ruin the mood, but it was always on your mind and you just couldn't sweep it under the rag any longer.

"You know, this is the first time you have been so open with me." You spoke quietly, playing with the handle of your cup.

"What do you mean?" He asked with a deep frown.

"You are always distant." You spoke weakly. "You know, I can feel it, right?" George's face fell for a second before he tried to compose himself again.

"I just don't know how to handle this." He shook his head. "I have my memories, but you don't and now I should be trying to act like I am getting to know you again, but I already know you and it messes with my head."

"Do you want me to ask Fred instead of you if I need help? I can do that if that would make you feel more comfortable." You spoke with a guilty expression, feeling as if you have put too much pressure on George sometimes.

"No." He replied quickly as he got hold of your hands on the table. "I will help you."

"Wouldn't it be better if you treated me like before?" You offered, but he shook his head in disagreement.

"No, I can't do that." He spoke firmly.

"Why not?" You asked with a deep frown.

"I just can't." He replied and you could clearly feel in his tone that he has closed the subject. You let it go this time, but it still bothered you. Your memories were gone, barely having any to rely on and people kept acting around you as if you were to break at any point. But you were grateful that George wanted to help you, because you couldn't deny that you felt a certain connection with the boy. 

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