Title: I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy
Author: Prankster Born
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Not even my socks.
Warnings: Rape, violence, gore, sexual scenes, and language. If you have any more to add please state it in a review.
Energetic Squirell - I understand. I took off the non-chappie, it should be fine now lol. I shall get MUCH more into what happened to George as the story goes on. But it might be awhile. There will be some flashbacks though lol. Thanks for the review! Keep on reviewing!
Kieko Rose – It is fine that you couldn't review mine. :P
Raven-loves-Sanji – Hmmmm, yummy have something to do with what I think you mean? It shall happen soon, just not incredibly soon lol. Good idea! lol
KankuroFangirl - lol I understand the horror. No more ma'am than. Hogwarts will make it very...Interesting...and incest...well...I can't write a story without incest. I have a dirty mind to, so no worries lol. I love writing the Fred/George moments! And thank you, I liked that part with the little kiss for George when he ate. Nope, 15. Ah, why thank you! I shall, soonish.
Kittycho - Ah (I forgot to explain this) Ginny fell asleep outside the bathroom door, waiting for them to come out...or was she? lol Ginny might end up being a big part of this story. That is an awesome idea, I think I might do that. Soon. At Hogwarts.
GreenGreenDress13 – Ah! Thank you my new reviewer :D lol Keep reviewing then!
bitterending – Why thank you my love :D Alright, I shall. As soon as you tell me what it is. lol
But first I should write this chapter, huh?
Now, ONWARD!!!
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Fred glanced over at his twin brother, who was staring out of the window of the train. He smiled slightly. They were going to Hogwarts. Together. The train started moving and George jumped a bit, staring outside it in wonder. In the background, Fred heard their mother yell something to Ron about keeping an eye on Ginny and George. Or something. He wasn't quite sure. Well, he'd just ask Ron or Ginny later.
The compartment door opened and Lee, Alicia, Angelina, and Oliver stepped in. "Hey Fred, George." Oliver nodded towards them as he sat down.
"Hey Woody. Ow!" Fred yelled in pain when Oliver threw his shoe at him. The fifth year and seventh year erupted into a...interesting wrestling match. Angelina and Alicia watched in amusement. Lee skillfully slipped passed them and sat next to George, who continued to stare out the window with an absent smile on his face.
"Hey, mate…how ya doin?" he asked softly, draping an arm over his friends shoulders. George turned to him, smile a bit creepy as he stared down at the shorter boy. Fred seemed to shortly escape Oliver's death grip around his neck and poked his head up in front of his twin and their best mate.
"He's still a bit...you know...odd." Lee nodded sadly and let go of George as the thin boy let out a high pitched squeak and started to laugh hysterically.
"What's wro-" Alicia started to ask before Angelina grabbed her and proceeded to give her a detailed explanation. Alicia had not been there when Ginny was taken. She was completely unaware of what had happened to George. Of course, they tried to get a hold of her but they couldn't, hence why Angelina was informing her now.
Fred kneeled in front of him and grabbed hold of his twin, sitting him up and staring at him until he had finished his laughing fit. "Better?"
George grinned down at him. "All better." Fred nodded.
"Okay, look at your books." George nodded and immediately grabbed their new books from his bag and started to read quietly. Lee and Oliver stared over at Fred in surprise.
"I thought you said he was getting better!" Oliver whispered, though a bit loud, in his ear. Fred shrugged sadly.
"He sort of...freaked out when we were getting school supplies...We still don't know why." he muttered, glancing over at the girls when Alicia gasped loudly and was staring at George with tears in her eyes. She hastily lunged toward Fred.
"Who did it to him?!" she hissed, grabbing hold of the front of his shirt angrily.
"I-I don't know…" he said in surprise. Alicia dropped into his arms and let out a shaky breath.
"Who would do that?" she whimpered, letting out a small, shaky sob as Angelina pulled her back to her seat. Fred stared warily after them. Lee pulled him from the floor and backwards into his seat next to George. Oliver went over to help comfort Alicia. George sat there quietly, not really reading, more staring from behind the book at everyone with wide, fearful eyes. No one noticed though.
"It's okay, man. He'll heal." Lee whispered, smiling at his friend sadly. Fred sighed.
"I hope so..." Fred muttered, resting his head in his hands. The compartment door suddenly opened. Katie poked her head inside.
"Hey guys, you should get dressed in your robes. We're almost there...and umm Fred...look at George." The door shut with a slam and they heard her go back into the one next to them. Fred looked over at George. He had dropped the book and had his knees to his chest, curled up into as small a ball as he could and sobbing silently, staring at all of them fearfully. Fred pulled him into his arms.
"Shh, Georgie...what's wrong, baby? What's wrong?" he asked softly so only George could hear. The slightly younger twin looked up at him tearfully.
"I'm scared." he whimpered, pale as the white shirt he was wearing.
"It'll be okay. It'll be okay…" Fred squeezed him tight and grinned down at him, almost cheerfully. "It'll be fine." He repeated. George nodded shakily. Fred pulled away from him and looked over at the other four who were staring at them, either in surprise or sadness, Fred couldn't tell. "What're you lot staring at? You heard Katie! We've gotta change!" Fred laughed, unconsciously holding tight onto George's hand. The others nodded silently.
"Well, Alicia and I are going to go to Katie's to change." Angelina quickly left, pulling Alicia close behind her. George jumped as the compartment door slammed.
"Well, mates. Best we change now." Oliver muttered, grabbing his robes and turning as he started to throw them messily over his clothes. Lee followed suit and Fred turned to George.
"C'mon, brother. Let's change, hmm?" George nodded, silently pulling his robes from his small bag and standing up to dress. Fred grinned and pulled on his own set. Once everyone had dressed and sat back down he started to laugh. Lee and Oliver stared at him like he was mad.
"Did you sneak fifty chocolate frogs into here and eat them without telling us?" George stared at them while Fred tried to calm himself down.
The train came to a stop, throwing the boys from their seats and to the floor. George whimpered in pain as Fred snorted with his last bit of laughter and grabbed him. "Bloody hell, the driver must've nearly forgotten to stop." he chuckled, throwing an arm over George and Lee's shoulders. George leaned into his embrace, worrying at his bottom lip.
"It's okay?" Fred stared over at him in surprise.
"Yeah, Forge. Everything is fine!" He bent down and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Everything is just fine."
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George was alone.
Well, not really. He was in the great hall and sitting between Percy and Oliver. But still, a feeling of loneliness seemed to corrupt his entire being. Fred was quite a few people away with Angelina, Alicia, Lee, and Katie. Flirting like mad.
He's completely forgotten I exist...oh well…that might be a good thing…for all the trouble I cause.
He felt a large hand grab his shoulder and jumped in shock, immediately clinging onto the person to his left, which just happened to be Oliver.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Easy there, George! I'm not goin' the hurt yeh!" George slowly turned around and stared up at the half-giant with wide eyes.
"S-S-Sorry...H-H-Hagrid..."he stammered, too surprised to notice Oliver's hand reach down to grip his own until he heard the older boys accent cut through the tension surrounding him.
"S'alright George. He won' hurt yeh." George instantly relaxed, surprised at how tense he'd become in those few moments.
"H-Hi...H-Hagrid." George bit his lip in embarrassment. He didn't like that stutter that had suddenly started the second he stepped off the train. It reminded him of Professor Quirrell.
"S'alright, George. McGonagall tol' me to come get yeh though. Yeh're supposed to go to the hospital wing." Hagrid grinned down at him and George nodded.
"O-Okay..." George stood slowly to his feet, pulling his hand out of Oliver's grip and smiling softly down at him. "T-Tell F-F-Fred w-where I w-went." George cringed at the sound of his voice, small and fearful, but he couldn't stop it if he tried.
"Well let's go." Hagrid started forward and George jumped into step beside him, away from the Gryffindor table. Away from where Fred would see him.
He won't want to be bothered with me...I cause him enough trouble.
That's all you ever do is hurt him and the rest of your family.
Shut up...
George was very used to the voice now. He could easily ignore it, but somehow...he couldn't. It was nice. Not the voice, but to have someone who was always there. Unlike his twin, the voice was there. It was always there. It had gotten a bit meaner over the time he'd been...gone…but it was there. It was there and Fred wasn't. That was that.
"George? George? George can you hear me??" The redhead abruptly looked up at people who now surrounded him. Madam Pomfrey, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, Hagrid, Dumbledore, and a strange looking man he recognized but couldn't understand why.
"Mr. Weasley..." Snape started, staring down at him through his greasy hair with a look he could not place. "W-What?" George stared back at him, pale and very confused.
"George, we're going to talk to you about some things that will be adjusted in your schooling here." McGonagall tapped her wand over toward a corner and four medium sized bottles flew to the table in front of her.
"Now, Mr. Weasley, you are a new case for me but I hope that won't get in the way of any relationship we may form. Oh! I'm Alastair Fletcher! Pleased to make your acquaintance!" George stared up at him with round, wide eyes.
"Ummm...Huh?" he slumped down in his chair confusedly. "W-What are y-you t-t-talking a-a-a-"
"Mr. Weasley, you do better to stop embarrassing yourself this way-" McGonagall suddenly did something nobody had ever seen or expected her to do. She slapped Snape in the arm as hard as she could and glared up at him.
"Severus! YOU would do better keeping your mouth shut and mixing the potions correctly instead of harassing this boy!" she scolded, staring him down though she was quite a few inches shorter than him.
"Perhaps." Snape muttered, rubbing his arm with a surprised look that was very out of place on his face.
"Ahem!" The man George now dubbed "Fletcher" cleared his throat. "Well, Mr. Weasley, we'll be doing a bit of a...counseling session today. We'll also be discussing the potions you'll be taking and your behavior." George glared up at him.
"Why j-just m-me?" he growled, painfully ignoring his impaired speech. He shuddered as the blond man seemed to leer down at him.
"Well, if your brothers or sister or parents were here it might make things difficult." George jumped from his chair, shaking uncontrollably. McGonagall ran over to him.
"Calm down, George! It's all right!" she cried as he backed away as fast as he could. Suddenly he felt himself hit a large body and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt a large hand grab on to his arm, surprisingly gentle, and sit him back down in his seat.
"S'fine George." Hagrid grinned down at him and George felt a small smile grace his features. He felt oddly safe when the half giant was around. Sort of like when he was around Fred.
But Fred wasn't there. Remember?
George's smile immediately fell and he shook his head roughly, as if to throw the voice out threw an ear or something. When he didn't hear anything more, he turned to the adults in the room. "S-Sorry..." Snape nodded while McGonagall simply stared. Dumbledore was smiling at him, in that way of his that made you feel warm inside, and Fletcher was merely giving him a look that made him feel like shit. Pathetic shit.
"Well, Mr. Weasley, perhaps we should get to business." Snape grumbled, picking up one of the vials of potion and twirling it around his fingers. George nodded quietly. Fletcher plopped down in a chair in front of him.
"Mr. Weasley, George, what would you like to start with?" George stared at him blankly.
"Huh?" Fletcher sighed and looked up at the others for help. Madam Pomfrey came up next to George and bent down next to him.
"He means, do you want to talk about how you feel? What's going on with you? What are you thinking?" George nodded and looked back over at Fletcher.
"I-I feel l-l-like s-shit." he ground out, biting his lip from annoyance. Snape handed him the vial he'd been holding.
"Drink this. It will get rid of that stutter...temporarily." George took it and looked up at Hagrid, then over at the silent Dumbledore.
"W-Will t-this h-h-hurt me?" he asked softly, bangs shading his eyes and making him look so sad, everyone's hearts seemed to drop from their butts. They regained composure immediately.
"No George, it's okay. It won't hurt you." Dumbledore rasped in his scratchy voice, smiling gently at him. George looked down at the vial in his hand and uncorked it, taking a large swig. He started to cough, a big wet cough that nearly made him cough up the potion.
"Ow!! Are you...trying to...kill me?!" he wheezed, glaring up at the potions professor evilly and smacking his chest with his fist. Hagrid grinned down at him.
"Y'er talkin' normal though!" George nodded moodily and stared down at the floor.
"Now, what do you...want to talk about?" he whispered, glaring down at the floor and tapping his fingers nervously. Suddenly an owl flew into the room, right into Fletcher.
"Oof!!" he grunted, struggling to grab the letter from the flailing bird and then finally getting it. His eyes quickly skimmed the parchment. "Oh!" his eyes widened and he jumped up, grabbing his coat and wand. "I must go!" the others stared after him with wide eyes.
"Creepy."
Lee's POV
I watched as Fred ran in circles around the corridor. I admit that it was freakin' hysterical but I understand why he was freaking out. George disappeared. The FIRST day back to Hogwarts. Fred went ballistic when he noticed George was gone.
"Fred! Fred!! Spazzing out won't solve anything!" I called after him, keeping my snickers to myself and he stared at my with the biggest "deer caught in headlights" look I've ever gotten.
"B-B-But!!! He just!!! He!!! I told Mum!! Oh DAMN!!!!" he started to freak out again and I grabbed him.
"PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN!!!" I screamed, shaking him roughly. There were some things you just had to do. So I slapped him. He calmed a bit.
"Thank you, Lee..." he muttered, smacking himself in the forehead. "I can't...how did I lose him. ALREADY?!" he screamed and started to run off in a random direction. Then...BAM!
"Oh sorry, Fred. I din' see yeh ther'." Hagrid reached down and pulled the frantic redhead to his feet, George standing silently next to him.
"GEORGE!!!!" Fred grabbed his twin and held him tight. "Georgie! Georgie! Georgie!!" I laughed as Fred glared up at Hagrid evilly. "Where...was...he???!!" he hissed, grip on George growing tighter. Hagrid stared down at him.
"Professor Dumbledore wan'ed me to take him to talk to 'em." Fred nodded slowly.
"So he was with you? And teachers?" I held back silent laughter at the stony look in his eyes. Hagrid nodded and he suddenly brightened, pulling away from a blue George and looking him in the eye. "Why didn't you tell me?!" George shrugged.
"You...didn't notice." he muttered, staring down at the ground then back up at Hagrid.
"Bye." Hagrid nodded.
"Yeh're in good hands. G'night George."
We watched him walk out the door and Fred suddenly grinned maniacally. I knew what that meant and slowly back away towards the Gryffindor common room. The terrible twin turned toward me and I unconsciously twitched in response. "I...think I'm going to go...to bed! Bye!!" I ran as fast as I could, hearing a pair of feet start behind me before quickly stopping when there was a thud. George tripped. I live for now. No purple hair for me this night!
3rd Person POV
Fred and George were walking through the corridors, hand in hand, moving silently. Lee had long since left them to go to their dorm. It was nearly 11pm. The two boys were both exhausted but neither really wanted to go to bed. They finally came to the portrait going into the Common Room and Fred muttered the password tiredly. They sluggishly crawled through and George collapsed onto his bed, reaching over the side to grab the pillow he'd brought from home.
Fred sat on the edge of his own bed and smiled over at the younger twin, who was cuddling his pillow and twisting the blankets around his legs. "Do you want me to help you with that, Georgie?" he asked softly, to not wake up their fellow roommates; Lee and some other boy they didn't know. George yawned a reach a delicate hand out toward him.
"Mmm...H-help ple-ease.." George opened his eyes and groaned at the return of the stutter. Fred just grunted with held back laughter. George growled. "P-Pleaaaase..." he whimpered pitifully, giving Fred sad eyes from under his long, ginger bangs. Fred stuck out his tongue and stood to his feet.
"Sure, kiddo." George gave him an icy glare in return.
"D-Don't call me k-k-kiddo..." Fred lifted George's body from the bed and pulled the blankets out from under him and wrapped them around him. George purred contently, burying his face into his big, fat, blue pillow. Fred went back to his own bed and turned when he heard a small cry. George had his arm stretched out from under the blankets and reaching for Fred.
"C-Can you stay with m-me t-t-tonight?" George rested his outstretched arm onto the bed and clutched at the covers, biting his lip nervously. Fred nodded.
"Sure." George grinned as the older twin slid under the blankets with him and wrapped an arm around his waist. George snuggled up into his chest.
"Thank y-you..." he whispered, eyes closed as he rested his eyes against his twins clothed chest. Fred smiled and rubbed circles into George's back.
"No problem little brother..."
Dream POV
I felt large hands grip my hips roughly and push me hard backwards onto the ground. I felt pain explode in the back of my head and groaned. "Well now, little Weasel...How nice of you to join us." I slowly opened my eyes and stared up at the blurry figure above me. Fuck. I couldn't see. Everything was so blurry, all mixed into each other.
"Surprised? It's a curse Weasley, an equivalent to what muggle men with use on muggle women to sleep with them. Without their consent of course, but they can't fight back."
The people, death eaters I assumed, started to cackle wildly. I felt a surge of fear in my belly. I tried to sit up but it was like my entire body was numb, or I couldn't really control it. It was scaring the hell out of me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to say something-I really did! But it was like I was fucking paralyzed and all I could do was listen. Obviously I could feel pain, because someone was biting at my neck. It felt weird. I needed help, so where the fuck was Fred??!
"Are you still a virgin?" I couldn't react but inside I was screaming. What?! Why is he asking me that-oh no!! No! Please no! Does he mean...? ...No. I don't want that. And I wanted Fred to be my first. No, I didn't just say-think that. Never. Oh shit, HE is talking again. "Well, you can't answer me so I'll just...find out for myself. You are, aren't you? You're merely fifteen and a Weasley." When will he give that up!? Wait a minute...find out?
Suddenly I felt my trousers being cut down the side of each leg and slowly pulled off. I felt fear bubbling in my stomach, followed by embarrassment then anger. A finger started to massage the above my pants. I would have squeaked if I could have. And I'm sure as hell that I would have.
"Rookwood, move a bit faster. Rougher. You know Lord Voldemort likes a show." A woman laughed in the background, immediately silencing as another voice sounded.
"Yes, Rookwood. Give us a show. Treat this boy like the blood traitor he is!" I heard him. Voldemort. I heard him, but, it's not possible. Is it? I thought he was dead now. Harry killed him. Didn't he? It isn't possible!
The man named Rookwood pulled off my pants and I wanted to shrink in embarrassment. Having other men and a women stare down upon my privates without my consent and laughing. Shame flooded my body.
"Well, for your age you seem to be...Well endowed." Rookwood whispered in my ear, shocking me. I hadn't known he had had his face there at all, though now I noticed the hot breath on my neck. It was disturbing. And yes, I'd say I'm well endowed. Most men in my family are. Maybe that's why Voldemort and his followers hate us. They all have small dicks. A thick object penetrated my mouth and pushed itself in. Nope, I was wrong. Wait, the fucker's fucking my mouth! Ugh…I hope I don't choke. I don't think I can choke though. I don't want to find out.
I felt it twitch in my mouth as he lifted my chin, whispering an incantation. I could move my mouth, I could see, and I could talk but I couldn't FUCKING MOVE. "Suck." he ordered. I snorted around his thick cock in response, nearly choking. He pushed forward and I nearly threw up when it touched the back of my throat. "Suck, boy." he growled, grabbing a handful of my hair in his fist and yanking my head forward. I gagged and threw up around his cock. He pulled out in disgust. Good, that's what you get fucker.
"What do you expect?" I muttered, wishing I could wipe the vomit from the corner of my mouth. It made me want to puke again. Rookwood glared down at me.
"Filthy little whore." he hissed, pulling me up by hair and then dropping me back. My head hit the ground with a crack. Blinding pain filled the area behind my eyes and for a moment all I saw was white. I felt him tear my shirt off of my torso and a stinging pain on my stomach. He was using a spell, which I had forgotten, to cut deep into my skin. It stung and burned and I could feel the blood pooling down around me. Dripping off my thighs and the sides of my torso. Then he stopped took the end of one cut, and pulled. Hard. Pain ripped through my body and I screamed, unable to do anything else. It hurt! It hurt so badly! He did it five times, before taking my torn shirt and placing it over my wounds.
"True punishment doesn't even come close to that. Oh, and I almost forgot-are you a virgin?" I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I searched my mind for the appropriate answer. I couldn't say yes. But if I said no he'd do anyway. Damn, I wanted…not him. Not rape. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wouldn't been the way I wanted, but it wouldn't of been like this. "Answer me, boy!" My cheek started to burn, itch and sting. He'd slapped me.
"Does it m-matter if I answer no-or not?" I said as calmly and steadily as I could, the pain in my abdomen mixing with the pain in my face and the back of my head. Rookwood and the rest of the death eaters laughed cruelly.
"He is right you know." Another man chuckled. Rookwood nodded.
"It wouldn't make a difference. I'm still going to teach him a lesson." Rookwood licked his middle finger and quickly jammed it up my ass. I yelped. It hurt a lot for just being a finger. I've had bigger things up there...but let's not go into that. Suddenly another finger seemed to slide in beside it a pushed in and out roughly, scissoring and stretching me. It was hurting more. I know at least one thing about sex, or at least this kind, and that's that you have to use lube or something and this guy was definitely NOT. Not that you're to expect it or anything, it just hurt like a fucking bitch! I tensed.
"I guess you are a virgin.. I am a bit surprised. You're very attractive for a Weasley. Haven't really the hairy body or got to the filling out part of puberty, now have you? You're almost hairless." I blushed more than I had before. Who the hell was this guy?! Jesus! He was laughing so hard at me. I hated it! I wanted him to die! I wanted this curse off me so I could kill him!
"Fuck off!" I screamed, trying to force my hand to lift from the ground. Nothing. Fucking worthless body. What's the bloody use of you if you don't WORK?! Suddenly, blinding pain, like a dagger being jammed up my arse, erupted in my abdomen. I cried out in pain. Rookwood had lifted my legs by the knees and thrown them over his shoulders then he stuck his dick up my ass! Oh god it hurt! It hurt so fucking bad! If sex is anything like this I never want to really have it! Who the fuck would ever want to do it?! God! I'll never ignore Mum again when she warns us about sex just MAKE IT STOP!
I laid there gasping in pain and breathing raggedly. "George?" Rookwood stared down at me with a funny look on his face. "George?" I stared up at him in confusion. Why was he saying my name?
"Huh?" I squirmed to try and free myself but hands gripped my wrists and held them down. I screamed. "George!" Suddenly it was Fred above me, dick in my ass, holding my arms down. I stared at him in bewilderment. "F-F-Fr-Fred??" I stuttered, holding back my cry of pain as he pushed deeper into me. "No!!" I whimpered pitifully, though I regret it, and started to thrash. Wait, since when could I move? No, it doesn't matter. Why is Fred hurting me?! "Fred!!" I growled, twisting in his grip no matter how much the pain burned, how much more it made me sick with the agony. Blood covered my thighs, Fred's stomach, and the ground below.
Suddenly I felt him shake me. "George! Wake up!!" I tilted my head.
"Huh?" Fred pulled out of me and suddenly we were clothed, and in a bed. My bed. Hogwarts.
End Dream POV/ George's POV
Fred was staring down at me with wide eyes as pale as snow. "W-What?" I asked, staring up at him with a fake smile on my face. He glared down at me.
"Don't start that." he hissed and straddled my waist, looking pissed off. I felt fear mixed with excitement in my belly.
"Start w-what?" I was sincere, but that damn stutter didn't help at ALL. I felt two arms slip under the back of my head, cushioning it and Fred's nose touching my own.
"You know what, Georgie? ...I've noticed something. It's been there for awhile...lingering. So I wanted to ask you...Was your fleece as white as snow?" I felt a smile tug at my mouth. I knew what he meant. We used to use that phrase; a code word. White as snow…that meant virgin. I nodded. He smiled, leaning forward a bit and pressing his lips to mine. It felt so good. Strange. But good.
Our lips molded perfectly with each other. His were warm and soft, caressing my own which were a bit chapped and scarred and cold. So cold. I didn't understand how he could stand it. A tongue flit across my bottom lip and I automatically opened my mouth. Suddenly my own tongue was in his mouth, running across sharp canine teeth, passing to taste the top of his mouth. Wait, what were we doing?!
"No!" I yelled, instantly missing the warm feeling he had given me, as I pushed him off of me and scrambled away. I noticed that the sun was just starting to peek from the horizon.
I looked back at Fred. He was staring at me, looking sadder than I've ever seen him in our lives. I regretted breaking the kiss so bad. I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss the disappointment and sadness from his mind. But I couldn't. I had broken the kiss. I couldn't make it better again.
Fred's POV
Oh god, I scared him! I ruined it...Dammit Georgie. Damn. I stared at him and he seemed to be spacing out. No! Not now! Not now! I don't like it when he leaves me alone!
"George!" I cried, softly as to not wake our roommates (though I did have up silencing charms) and shook him. He merely fell against the headboard heavily. "George!" I felt anger bubbling inside of me. Dammit! He needs to STOP doing that! I pulled him down to lay next to me in the rumpled sheets and wrapped an arm around his slim waist.
God, he was so thin. I traced his prominent ribs through his shirt before resting my head in his chest. His breaths were deep, like he was sleeping even though he was awake. Just not all there.
What did those fuckers do him?! How could they?! How COULD THEY?!! Who could do that to someone?! Especially George…
He was always the more sensitive one. The more innocent. I lost my virginity to a girl in Ravenclaw third year. They're smart, but they put out too much. They're whores really. I was such a fool. We had both drunk a bit and ended up in my bed, me on top of her and thrusting. Thirteen years old. I remember afterward, when we were getting dressed, George walked in. Then he naively asked what we were doing. She left and I spent hours trying to explain it to him. Mum and Dad never really told him anything. They just had Bill tell me and figured I would tell George everything he'd said. Well, I thought someone told him. Until then. So he thought we had been experimented with some pranks (because of how flushed and sweaty we were) or something like that. I had to explain EVERYTHING to him. And he STILL didn't really get it! He acted like he did, but I could tell. He had no clue.
It was last year, when I told him I was going on a date with Alicia, I saw him well up with tears, even though he tried to hide it. I wasn't really paying much attention though, and I thought afterwards that he had liked her so I kept pushing and pushing him to go with her. Needless to say, he refused. I was so confused. So I asked him if he was gay. That was one of our worst fights.
We were sitting in the Common Room after dinner, and no one was there. I noticed George sitting in the corner, drawing. I glanced over his shoulder. "Whatcha doin?" I barely got a glimpse of an obviously male chest in the picture before he hastily covered it up and shoved it away.
"Bugger off, Fred!!" he yelled, a strange gleam in his eye, just behind the rage. I blanched.
"I just wanted to see what you were doing...jerk." I rolled my eyes and sat back down in my respective corner. A few moments later I thought of something. "George...why are you drawing a naked guy?"
"He wasn't naked!!!"
"So it WAS a guy! Hey! I clearly saw that he was naked! Ha, drawing wishful pictures of yourself again?" I saw him pale considerably before reddening with rage.
"No!!!" I decided it was time to ask him something a little more important.
"George. I am going to ask you something and I want you to answer it honestly. Are you gay?" Almost immediately after those words left my mouth a hand identical to my own hit my face. My cheek became warm, stinging and burning with pain from the smack. George was glaring at me angrily.
"I'm not gay you asshole!!!" he screeched, jumping to his feet and throwing his picture in the fire. I watched it slowly blacken and crinkle.
"George. It was just a question...I'm not trying to be mean." George's face crumpled and he ran up the stairwell to our door. I heard his gasps and sobs until he got to our dorm. The door slammed and all was quiet.
I really didn't understand why he had reacted so badly. I guess he was scared. Ginny had been taken right before I'd asked him that so he might have been angry about that. But he avoided me and a few hours later I saw him darting out of our dorm towards one of the secret passages. I didn't bother following him. But I should have. Then that might not have been the last time I'd seen him. Maybe he'd still be okay. But I didn't go after him. I was to full of pride. I didn't want to have to apologize. That was my mistake. That's how I hurt George the most.
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