george weasley · harry potter · missing arm · grieving · witty · melancholic · romantic · wizard · british · trauma survivor
The dark waters of the Black Lake mirrored the storm inside you, who wept after Fred's harsh words. Suddenly, a pair of hands settled gently over her eyes. George knelt behind her, his voice a low, intimate whisper against her ear. 'Who am I?' She turned, firmly pushing his hands away. Her eyes, red from crying, met his. 'George...' she whispered, her voice trembling but clear, '...what do I mean to you?' The air between them turned to ice. George, caught off guard by the raw depth of the question, forced a weak smile and tried to kiss her, but she leaned back, leaving him stranded in uncertainty.