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(George Weasley X Reader) Battle Of Love

You had known George Weasley for years, since your first year at Hogwarts together. He funny, charming, and just all in all lovable. You loved being around him, and eventually grew to have feelings for the red haired prankster. You had no idea if he felt the same for you or not, but thought it was probably no, and didn’t want to mention yours to him, fearing you would ruin your relationship with him.
Now you, him, and so many other people were at The Battle of Hogwarts, trying to win the battle of good and evil. You were in a heated battle with a Death Eater when you finally just decided to say
“Anticula!” which you had learned from who else but the adorable red head, it was his favorite spell, since no matter what spell the other person used, just rubber ducks would fly out of their wand. You laughed as the Death Eater cried out “Crucio!” to have nothing but a rubber duck come out of its wand.
From there, you ran off to help others, some kids from your age you knew were in bad shape. One girl was half way under a broken and fallen pillar. You bit your lip and knew there was nothing you could do for her, she was dying. But you went to her and croutched next to her and took her hand.
“Its ok, im here for you” you say softly. The girl looked at you, her name was Jssica you remembered. She gave you a weak smile and squeezed your hand.
“thank you” she said softly. You held her hand and kept hr close, stroking her head in a comforting way. Soon, she took her last breath in your arms. Even though you didn’t know her well, a few tears streaked down your face.
“If we survive this you should be a Healer at Saint Mungos” a familiar voice said. You jumped a bit still, having not expected it. You looked up to see your lovely red head, George. You got up and ran to him and threw your arms around him
“Your still alive” you said softly, since a few minutes after the battle started, you had lost him and hadn’t been able to find him. He chuckled and instead of hugging you back, he patted himself a bit
“Gee wiz, I am aren’t i?”. you pulled away and rolled your eyes
“You know what I meant” you say. He chuckled a bit and nodded
“Aye, I do” he said and glanced around. He looked back at you “How are you doing? Nothing broken or anything?” he asked, concerned. You shook your head
”No ive been doing alright George” you said. You didn’t really want to lose him in shuffle again so you grabbed his hand “Come on lets go back to fighting, our side needs us.” You say, but then a cloaked and masked figure walked up to you two and laughed.
“Oh no, because here is where the battle ends for you two” some one from behind the mask cackled, it sounded male. You glared at the figure and stood next to George. You both got your wands to the ready. The Death Eater already had their wand out.
“Stupify!”
“Levicorpus!” You and George cry out, but not soon enough, the Death Eater got to cry out
“Crucio” before going up in the air by his ankles and being stupefied. The bolt of light went right towards you. You cried out as you got hit and fell to the ground. Since the Death Eater couldn’t keep his wand concentrated on you, you only got the first shock of it, but that was the least of your worries. As you fell, your head banged against a broken piece of the pillar that your class mate was under. There was a clear “Crack!” as your head smashed against it. As your body convulsed in pain, from both the spell and not your head, you saw spots of black appear.
“[Y/N]!” George cried and croutched down next to you. After a few moments, the pain from the curse went away, but you had a pounding in your head. You groaned and brought your hand to the back of your head. When you brought your fingers in front of eyes, they were covered in blood.
George cried out and held you close

“No… you are going to be ok, im going to bring you to The Great Hall and your going to be fine, oh god I cant lose you” he said more, but you blacked out.

You woke up in a white, clean room that smelled like antiseptic and alcohol. You scrutched your nose and went to sit up, only to have the room spin and lay back down. You felt something by your hand, no on your hand. Squeezing? You tried to look over there without turning your head.
“[y/n]! your awake!” George exclaimed. He was dressed in all black, that was odd for him. You groaned abit in response. “I was so worried….” He said and sobbed a bit. You slowly moved your head and noticed he had blood shot eyes and tear stains on his cheeks.
“George?” you asked softly. He nodded frantically at that.
“Its me love” he said and reached up and stroked your cheek. You were a bit taken back by the gesture, but didn’t complain. “I thought I lost you too” he said in a pained voice.

Slowly you sat up and looked at him. Too? Who else did he lose, or almost?
“How long have I been in here?” you asked a bit hoarsely. He reached over and got you a glass of water, which you drank down gratefully.
“A week” he answered, and you almost choked on your water
“Where am i?” you asked, and George cleaned up the water that had spilled onto your chest, though being very respectful and not touching you in anyway that you wouldn’t want to be.
“Saint Mungo’s, you hit your head really hard [y/n]” he explained. You frowned at that and bleak images came back to you of your last minutes on the battle field.
“Who won?” you asked nervously
“We did” he answered. You smiled and relaxed at that but still you had some bugging questions.
“What are you doing here?” you asked softly. He squeezed your hand again.
“I cant stay for much longer, love. I…. mum has been worried about me, I haven’t really left here except last night to change into this” he motioned to his black suit with his free hand. You head whirled a bit at that, he had stayed here an entire week, waiting for you to wake up? “I have to go soon, I was hoping you would wake before I left for…” he voice cracked and some more tears ran down his eyes.
Then it clicked, that’s why he had been crying, someone from the battle died and he was going to the funeral.
“Fred…” he said in a pained voice. Instantly your heart broke for him, you knew how close the two were, inseperable… but not even death cared about that…
“Go, il be fine” you said, wishing you could be there for him. He shook his head
“No I have some things I need to tell you first” he said and wiped his eyes with his sleeve
“o-“ he leaned down and smashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened and for a moment you had no idea what to do. Your brain injury didn’t help much. But finally you kissed him back.
He pulled away a tiny bit, so you weren’t kissing but your lips were just touching. He breathed deeply and looked you in your eyes.
“[y/n], I love you, and I have for years. And I never want to lose you.” He whispered, his lips brushing against yours. Tears sprang in your eyes, years of wanting to hear that and finally your dreams came true. He pulled away, giving you space. He gently wiped your tears away and nodded a bit, looking crest fallen. He turned, but you weakly creaked out

“I love you too”