Title: I'll be back
Pairing: George Weasley/Gabrielle Delacour
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: What if
Word Count: 498
Betas: Thank you so very much to my gals, prongsxwormtail and x_nothing_here !!
Warnings: Infidelity.
Summary: His hand ruffled between the wrinkled sheets by his side, crushing any hope he had and filling his heart with the ever familiar emptiness that came every week.
A/N: Originally written for Week #51 on sortinghatdrabs . I won 1st place and Mod's Choice!! :D


I'll be back

Cold wind furiously hit the window. He shivered under the covers, blindly searching for her warm body. His hand ruffled between the wrinkled sheets by his side, crushing any hope he had and filling his heart with the ever familiar emptiness that came every week.

Hope is the last thing someone should lose. True. But does that apply to his situation? Six months of secret encounters. Twenty-seven weeks of her taking a portkey to England, leaving Raphael back in France with the excuse of checking her haute couture shops in London. Thirty-four nights of sultry kisses, frantic touches and whispered words. Thirty-three mornings of him waking up alone, with the scent of her perfume and shampoo on her pillow as his only reminder. No, thirty-four mornings now.

But no matter how familiar this routine has become, George would always wake up feeling hopeful and silently wishing to find her by his side deciding to stay with him.

Sighing, he stretched his arms over his head and realized he could hear the shower was on. She was still there. Usually, Gabrielle left not even waking him up. The only reminiscence of her would be a little note left a top her pillow or on the bedside table saying:

Didn't want to wake you.

Je reviens.

xxx
Gabby

His inner battle started again, just like it has every time he woke up before she left. Should he ask her to stay? Should he demand that she leave her husband? What if he did? What if she did? What if...what if...

The bathroom door opened and out walked Gabrielle clad in a white towel, drying her hair with a face towel. Silvery blonde locks of hair, darkened by the water, danced around her bare shoulders. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at her. She was undeniably beautiful, but what leaves him breathless time and time again are mundane things; the way she would dry her ear with the towel that was just furiously rubbed against her wet hair or the little sighs that escaped her lips as she gathered her clothes that had wound up scattered around the bedroom.

Yes, George loved her; everything about her. The days they spent together were among the best, but her leaving was always the hardest. He wished she would stay, which made loving her that much harder. A wave of 'what ifs' would invade his mind and leave him restless for the rest of the week; or until the process started all over again.

"Stay," he whispered.

Gabrielle turned to look at him. Her pale eyes burned into his as silence filled the room. Silence that hurt more than nervous excuses and angry words.

"I can't," she whispered after what felt like an eternity.

"Why? What if--"

"Don't," Gabrielle interrupted, going to his side and placing a finger over his lips. "Don't," she repeated as her index finger traced over his face softly. "Je reviens," she whispered before slowly kissing him on the lips.


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