Title: Road to us pt. 5|7 - Under the influence

Pairing: Post War!George Weasley x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Published: 30 October, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Warning: alcohol, intoxicated behaviour

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.

As weeks passed by, George has shown you around places you liked before and told you more and more stories about your past. It was refreshing, but each time you tried to dig deeper, the boy stopped you. You were good at being silly together, even if he slightly returned to his fake smiles, but you could clearly sense that the boy wasn't completely honest, carefully choosing the words he spoke.

George thought that meeting new people would help you, so he took you to meet your friends Alicia and Katie to have a girly afternoon. But before he left you, he led the girls away from you, whispering amongst the three of them, leaving you wondering about what they have been keeping from you.

As you walked across Hogsmeade, Katie and Alicia kept whispering between each other, leaving you suspicious. You tried to listen in on their conversation, but the girls were good at hiding whatever they were keeping from you.

"Enough." You turned around, halting your group. "What is going on?"

"Nothing, we were just discussing something." Alicia replied quickly. Too quickly for your liking.

"Uhum." You nodded suspiciously but didn't ask them about it anymore. You were fed up of trying to get people to talk about things. As if everyone just kept secrets and they wanted to tell you nothing.

"Where do you want to go?" Katie quipped in, trying to change the subject way too obviously.

"Where do we usually go?" You asked, but the girls just exchanged a suspicious look. You wanted to groan out loud, but you swallowed it instead.

"Why don't we go to The Three Broomstick and have a butterbeer?" Alicia offered and you gave them a weird look. "What?" She asked.

"Butterbeer? As in, they put butter into the beer?" You grimaced at the unusual drink, making the girls chuckle beside you.

"No, silly. It's just the name. It's butterscotch." Katie snorted as she threw her arm around your shoulders and started leading you toward the pub. You frowned as you opened the door and saw the speaking little skulls beside the entrance, eyeing you creepily.

"Welcoming place." You scrunched up your nose, but the girls just smirked and pushed you inside towards an empty table. They ordered three butterbeers and as soon as it was done Alicia stood up and brought the three drinks over.

You eyed the unusual drink with a suspicious look, fearing to taste it. "Come on, we know you like it, otherwise we wouldn't have ordered it." Katie chuckled as she pushed the glass mug closer to you.

You took a deep breath and pinched your nose, not even wanting to smell the content, before you took a sip of it. Your eyes widened at the sweet flavour spreading across your tongue with the hint of a sour taste from the alcohol.

"This is good." You grinned happily, which earned an eye roll from the girls across your table.

"I told you so." Katie snorted and you started to think it was some kind of a trademark of hers.

You quickly got into an easy flowing conversation, laughing about silly things you have done in school, talking about George and Fred making the professors' life miserable, and also quidditch matches and injuries. It was good to hear from the girls that you had a very pleasant time in your school years, and you were glad you didn't miss out on being as mischievous as the Weasleys.

As you kept talking, the drinks came faster and after your fourth mug, you even forgot to count as a couple of firewhiskey joined in the mix. You enjoyed every moment of your afternoon and evening and soon you found yourself laughing about the smallest little stories, your head feeling a tad dizzy, your cheeks heating up.

"And what about boyfriends, did I have any?" You asked as you propped up your elbow on the table and placed your chin in your palm, waiting for their reply in anticipation of some juicy story about you.

However, their reaction was not what you expected. They exchanged another suspicious look, making you groan out loud. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe you were just fed up of people keeping quiet, but this time you didn't want to stay silent.

"What is it with everyone? It's like I ask something, and people go quiet or look at each other as if they shouldn't say something. I lost my memory, but I didn't become stupid." You scoffed as your face slowly formed into a grimace, your upset mood quickly chasing away the fun moments.

"I think it's better if we go home." Katie said and stood up to go to your side of the table. You huffed in annoyance and tried to get up, but you quickly fell back.

"Oops." You said with a loud chuckle. Alicia stood up too this time and helped Katie steady you in a standing position. Both took an arm of yours around their shoulder and staggered over to the exit.

As you stepped outside and the cooler summer air hit your face, you sighed at the refreshing feeling. Katie got hold of Alicia's shoulder before they exchanged a worried look. You looked up at them, your eyes wandering between them, before Katie nodded and disapparated from Hogsmeade.

Within seconds you were unsteadily standing in front of the Burrow, your stomach's content threatening to come up the same way it went down before. You gulped loudly and took deep breaths through your nose to calm your stomach.

As if on cue, the entrance door to the Burrow flew open and George stood there with a worried look. "What happened?" He asked as he took your arms off Katie and Alicia and scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your hands around his neck, hiding your face in the crook.

"She drank a little too much." Alicia snickered, which earned a pinch on her arm from Katie, making her hiss.

"I hate you." You whined as you hit George's chest with a pouting face. His eyes grew wide, your attack surprising him.

"What did you tell her?" George looked at Alicia and Katie, but both quickly shook their heads.

"Nothing, I promise." Katie replied. "That's the problem. It's time for you to talk to her, because she was pissed off about us keeping secrets."

"Exactly, what she said." You groaned as you hit his chest again.

"We will be going now. Good luck with her." Alicia snickered, but before George could reply, both girls disapparated, leaving him with your pouty self and a heavy sigh leaving his lungs.

He shook his head, disapproving your behaviour, before he walked back into the house, closing the door with his leg behind him and headed upstairs to your room.

"I hate you." You spoke again, this time weaker than before and without the additional physical assault. You played with the silver necklace around his neck, hidden under his shirt, before you hit his chest once again, just to remind him that it was all his fault.

"And why is that?" He asked as he stepped into your room and gently placed you on top of your bed. However, you didn't let go of his neck, you kept your arms wrapped around him. "Sweetheart, you need to let me go." He smiled sweetly, secretly enjoying your closeness. Or he would have if you didn't decide to get knackered.

"I don't want to." You whined like a little baby, your lips only a couple of inches away from him, your eyes staring into his chocolate brown irises. You wanted to feel him closer to you, you wanted to touch him, but each time he pushed you away. He got hold of your arms and gently peeled them off himself, before he slowly untied your shoes and placed each beside your bed.

"Do you not like me?" You asked out of the blue, shocking the boy for a second.

"What are you talking about?" He asked with a deep frown.

"You make me confused. Sometimes you are so sweet to me, but then a few minutes later you keep me in arm's length. I don't understand you." You shook your head, but the boy didn't intend to answer.

"We will talk about it tomorrow, okay?" He asked as he placed the duvet over your body and tucked you in like a little kid.

"You promise?" You asked, holding up your pinkie, which made him chuckle, but reluctantly accepted it. "I will remember." You warned him, but he just nodded in response.

"Now go to sleep." He spoke as he hinted a small kiss on your forehead, making you slightly giggle.

"Good night, Georgie." You breathed, already drifting off to a deep slumber.

"Good night, sweetheart." He sighed deeply as he watched you from across the room, leaning against the wooden doorframe, your little snorts making him silently chuckle. He wanted nothing but to see you happy without any issues on your mind. Watching you sleep gave him that satisfaction, before he prepared himself for something he has been avoiding since you woke up in the hospital. 

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