Title: Road to us pt. 7|7 - Last piece of weight

Pairing: Post War!George Weasley x Female!Reader

Word count: 2k

Published: 1 November, 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 in the Burrow, seated on a couch in the living room, the whole house lit with muggle fairy lights and a gigantic Christmas tree in the middle of the living room. Molly was placing mistletoes all around the house with a cheeky grin across her face, winking at you as she caught your eyes.

You chuckled at the woman silently. She has been your everything since you left the hospital and you couldn't express how grateful you were to her. But what was going on, made you question every Weasley's sanity.

There was one particular memory you could very clearly recall. Christmas was definitely not in July and the Weasley family decorating their house in all the Christmas lights and fake snow made you question who actually suffered a head injury within all the people present in the cosy little house.

"Molly?" You walked behind the woman as she put another mistletoe above a door. As she hooked it on the wooden frame, she turned back to you with a wide smile across her face, which you gladly returned. "Remind me again, why are we celebrating Christmas in July?" You asked with a questioningly raised brow.

"The healers said we should recreate some of your memories to help you remember and Georgie said Christmas was special to you." She explained as you hummed in response.

"Even if Christmas is not in July?" You giggled.

"Details, darling, details. Just look at the bigger picture." She chuckled as she walked past you and continued decorating the house without any magic.

Within hours the house was all lit in colourful lights, boxes of presents under the Christmas tree, every member of the Weasley family looking around in awe, proudly patting each other on the shoulder. You felt a hand across your waist and as you looked up, you found yourself face to face with George who wore a cheeky grin across his face.

"Do you like it?" He asked and you looked around the room, every corner decorated in lights, fake snow, stockings with everyone's name on them, including yours.

"It's beautiful." You smiled as your eyes wandered around the place.

"Beautiful indeed." George whispered, but his eyes were fixed on your profile. You turned back to the boy to see he was so close to you, his nose almost touched yours. You gulped loudly, your cheeks slightly blushing under his intense gaze.

He has been doing this to you since the day of your conversation. Your heart wanted to jump out of your chest, your ears and cheeks burned each time you found him staring at you with that intense gaze of his.

You avoided George for a while, after he has told you about your past with him. You were trying to process the new information, but you couldn't stay away for long and he didn't make it easier for you either. You craved his closeness even though you tried to resist it, your head still spinning of all the information you have received daily.

"Erm... George?" You whispered weakly, trying to ignore the proximity between you. "Maybe we should go and dress up." You exhaled slowly, trying to calm your quickened heartbeat.

"Then go." He replied, but he didn't move. You could have stepped away, but your body betrayed you. You couldn't get yourself to step away from him and his warmness, you didn't want to turn away from him, you just wanted to gaze into his eyes a little longer.

"Hey Georgie, look up." Fred shouted at his brother with a cheeky grin across his face. He did as he was told and realising the mistletoe above him made him tense up. You didn't miss the change in his demeanour as he turned back to you and his jaw tightened.

Molly told you about the tradition, but you weren't sure if George was really going to kiss you. After he revealed his secret and you finally sat down to discuss it briefly, he said he wouldn't do anything until you asked him and so you expected him to do that, but as you felt him lean closer you flinched and squeezed your eyes shut.

"Don't be scared, I won't do anything." He sighed in defeat, his voice weak as he planted a tiny kiss on your temple, before removing his hand from your waist and walked away from you.

"Come on, George! What was that?" Fred whined, but his brother's deadly glare quickly made him quite down.

"Shut up, Fred." He confirmed what his twin already knew, before he walked out the door, leaving you with a confused expression and nervous knot in your stomach. You didn't want him to do anything unless you asked him, or so you thought, but whilst you wanted to believe your brain, your heart screamed to be closer to him, to feel his pink lips against yours, his arms pulling you closer.

You weren't stupid, you knew you liked the boy, but your memories were a mess and you couldn't let yourself fall into feelings, when you didn't even know what was real and what your head made up to mess with you.

You took a deep breath and headed upstairs to prepare for the Christmas dinner. As it was a special occasion, Molly decided to let everyone open the presents right after dinner, causing undeniable happiness for the new rule.

You wore a simple black dress, ending just above your knees, a red band running around your waist with a tiny bow on the side. You looked in the mirror, feeling satisfied with your looks and left your room.

Before you could have reached the stairs, George walked out of his room, his eyes running over you from head to toe.

"You look stunning." He breathed, his eyes still wandering over your body. You bit into your bottom lip as you swallowed a little chuckle.

"My eyes are up here." You grinned, forcing a blush across George's cheeks. You thought he would once again take a step back just like he always did, but this time he didn't. He let his cheeky smile appear on his face.

"It's not my fault you look beautiful." He shrugged as he held his arm out to you, waiting for yours to link with his. You did as you were asked and headed down the stairs with him, arm in arm.

The dinner was fun, each member of the big family sharing stupid and funny stories. You have laughed throughout the evening, your facial muscles hurting by the end of the dinner, your stomach in a painful knot. Although you didn't remember them from before your accident, the way they treated you with so much love, you sure felt you were home.

After dinner you offered to help Molly in cleaning up the dishes, but she refused and instead waved with her wand and ushered you out of the kitchen. Everyone sat around in a circle in the living room, presents being exchanged, laughter filling the place. It was a beautiful moment and you wanted nothing, but to stay just a little while longer.

You felt exhausted though by the end of the evening and as if George had felt your mood deteriorating, he offered to take a walk with you.

It was a quite warm evening, the sky clear, the moon shining brighter than ever. But unanswered questions were still lingering at the tip of your tongue.

"Molly said Christmas was special for me. Why did she say that?" You asked as you halted beside the fence surrounding the Burrow.

"Well, it was special for us." He spoke with a sad smile. You frowned slightly as you watched the boy averting his eyes from you, looking into the distance.

"For us?" You asked, your eyes fixed on George's tightening jaw.

"Are you sure you want to talk about this?" He asked with a worried expression.

"George, enough of the secrets and your protective behaviour. If it has anything to do with me, I have the right to know." You raised your voice slightly, clearly agitated.

"Okay, okay." He put his hands up in front of him innocently. "You know, the first time I told you I liked you, it was on a Christmas Eve, but at that time you didn't reciprocate my feelings." He shook his head with a pained smile. "The first time you told me that you had feelings for me, was the next year, once again on Christmas Eve. That was probably one of the happiest days of my life." He chuckled lightly. "In the following year it was on the same day when you first took me to visit your parents' grave and introduced me to them. I thought you would be upset, but you talked to them so enthusiastically." He smiled sweetly as he remembered back. His eyes turned to you and the smile slowly disappeared from his face. "And last Christmas Eve, only 7 months ago was when I asked you to marry me and you said yes." He sighed deeply as if he finally let the last piece of weight off his shoulder.

Your eyes widened in surprise, the amount of information overwhelming you. You looked down at your hands, searching for a ring, but you couldn't find it. You found it silly to look, you would have realised it in the last two months if it was there after all.

You looked at George, who once again gave you a small smile and reached for his neck, a silver chain hidden under his burgundy sweater. As he pulled out the necklace, you saw a ring hanging off it, with a silver band and a tiny stone in its middle. Your lips parted involuntarily; your eyes fixed on the jewellery.

"We were engaged?" You asked and he nodded.

"The healers took it off you in the hospital and when you woke up, not remembering anything, I couldn't just give it back to you, so I decided to wear it, to keep it close to me." His chocolate brown eyes shined painfully; your breathing shaky under his intense gaze. You couldn't comprehend the amount of hurt he has been through whilst he tried to stay beside you, knowing you couldn't remember anything.

You tried to collect your thoughts, you tried to force yourself to remember, but not even a memory wanted to come back about the two of you.

However, you didn't mind. You didn't understand what you were waiting for. You were in love with this boy once and here you were falling for him once again.

A smile appeared across your face, growing wider by the second, confusing George. You stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his hard chest, his intoxicating scent and intense gaze mesmerising you. You stood on your tiptoes and without hesitation attached your lips to his.

George forgot to kiss you back for a second, your actions taking him by surprise. But he quickly regained control over himself, sneaking an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You didn't know how or what happened, but his lips moving against yours, your hands finding their way into his soft hair, his thumb drawing little circles on your skin felt all so familiar.

You broke the kiss, lowering yourself to the ground, your eyes never leaving the boy. "You know, I don't mind if I never regain my memories. I fell for you once and here I am falling for you for a second time, George." You confessed, his eyes growing wide, air stuck in his lungs.

"You are?" He asked, completely gobsmacked. You nodded enthusiastically as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, your lips grazing over his.

"I am." You confirmed as you kissed him once again. He picked you up from the ground, his hands holding your waist firmly as he swirled around with you in his arms.

Eventually you did regain your memories and you were happy that it slowly, but steadily happened, however you didn't mind even if they never returned, because you made many new and precious memories that it was enough for you for a lifetime with George beside you, loving you more than ever.

The end.

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