A George Weasely Romance

Chapter 11

Merry making continued on in the Weasley house for the rest of the holidays. Time swiftly came for everyone to head back to Hogwarts.

“Man! I just got used to not sleeping alone again! This sucks.” Katara grumbled as she arranged her possessions in her trunk neatly. That was the only thing she hated about Hogwarts; the splitting up of the students. It wouldn’t be so bad if they could enter each others dorms. It wasn’t like a bed was the only place you could have sex. Stupid Professors and their silly logic.

“Aww! Poor Katawa is going to miss us!” Fred mocked in a baby voice. The twins laughed as Katara lightly slapped the back of his head.

“Whatever.” She muttered as she continued her work. She had really enjoyed her time at The Burrow despite recent events, and the stupid crutch that kept getting in her way. The stairs in Hogwarts were going to be a challenge. George had offered to let her sit on his back while he carried her from place to place, but she turned down the offer, thinking he was kidding.

When they all returned to Hogwarts Katara made a visit to Professor Dumbledore. Molly and Arthur had informed him in what had happened, and he was more than happy to speak with her. She told him of her worries of putting the Weasleys in danger, and asked for advice on what to do.

“Well, if he does ever figure it out, whether you are with them or not will not dictate what he will do. It will be his only lead. The damage is done as one would say. But I would not worry about it. He doesn’t even know what country you are in or I’m sure he would be here by now, no?” Dumbledore grimaced at the look of complete despair in Katara’s eyes. “I have already put protection on the burrow for other reasons, so worry not!” Katara seemed to settle a little, but she still looked unconvinced. “Trust me. I will keep you informed. Now run along, I’m sure the twins will be fretting at your absence.” He chuckled lightly at his own joke.

Things in Hogwarts went as normal, apart from Katara hobbling with the crutch acting as a third leg. The group of Slitherins that had taken it upon themselves to ruin Katara’s day as often as possible, had found this most entertaining.

“Oi! Hobble! Where’s your weasels at!?” they had cornered her as she made her way to the Great Hall for dinner. Fred and George were in detention at this point due to their pranks. She ignored them as she tried to move through the group, but was stopped by one of them grabbing her crutch. A small smile found its way on Katara’s face as she flicked the crutch so it caught his knee.

“Woops!” she said playfully, as she took advantage of the distraction and removed her crutch from his grip. The leader of the group, Montague, was standing in her way this time. He had grabbed her robes, and pushed her up against the wall so that she was on her tip toes. He had pulled out his wand, and pressed it into her stomach.

“Not so great without your twins protecting you huh?” He let go of her robes as he ran his hand down the front of her body seductively, or what he maybe thought was seductive. Katara shivered as memories of certain events came back. He then licked his lips as he closed the space between his and Katara’s face. To his surprise her forehead came in contact with his nose rather rapidly as she head butted him.

“Get away from me you prick!” she hissed as she lifted her knee and connected it with his crotch. He squealed as he fell back, dropping his wand away from her as he reached for his now throbbing genitals.

“Montague! Man, are you alright!” a couple of his group held him upright as another turned to Katara.

“You bitch!” he lifted his wand “Stupi-” he was cut off abruptly as Katara hooked him in the jaw, knocking him back a few feet.

“I’m sorry. I’m not really in the mood for playing tonight boys, maybe another time.” Katara said sarcastically as she entered the Great Hall.

She had received a few threats from the group for the next few days. Apparently they weren’t happy that their ‘gang up on a cripple’ session didn’t work out. They even began sending her notes that would graphically tell her of the indecent things they would do to her when they caught her. Some would even burst into flames once she had finished reading it.

The twins had grown rather agitated about it all. They wouldn’t leave her side, and if they were in detention, she would have to wait in the common room until they returned to escort her to where she wanted to go. At first she had been annoyed that they thought she couldn’t hold her own, but then got used to them being around every second of everyday, and found she enjoyed it immensely.

Fred and George had detention again. Hermione had offered to stay and keep her company as they sat in the common room and talked. It wasn’t often that they got to do this kind of thing, with the twins, Harry and Ron always being around.

“So! How’s the love life going?!” Katara sing-songed happily, hinting towards Hermione and Viktor Crum. Hermione blushed as she stuttered.

“Well yes. I guess its going okay. Ron has been acting strange though. He just seems to look down on me as if I’m doing something wrong. I know I’m not, but still. It gets annoying.” She slouched in her seat looking defeated. Katara laughed.

“Acht. I’m sure Ron is just worried about you. Wouldn’t want anyone hurting you.” Hermione’s blush darkened as she shot a look up. “What?!” Katara asked incredulously, a small smile appearing on her face. Hermione lightly slapped Katara’s arm.

“Enough about me! What about you and George?” Katara chocked on nothing as she looked down at her now very interesting fingernails.

“What do you mean? We’re friends.” An evil smirk flashed on Hermione’s face as she continued.

“Oh come now! I can see it a mile away. You may be good at hiding emotions and such, but when you’re with George, it’s just so obvious!” Katara seemed to find her left thumb nail to be a little too out of shape for her liking. “I think he likes you too.”

“Don’t be silly!” Katara’s expression remained happy, but her eyes told a different story. There was no way George could like her like that. She was too much of a problem; always getting her ass kicked, and he would be in danger if they were involved like that. She had always wanted it, but could never have it. She had accepted that fact years ago.

“What are you talking about? I mean Fred always says the three of you are like triplets that you’re like a brother to him. But George never says anything like that. He just avoids talking about how he feels about you.” Hermione looked at Katara. That thumbnail seemed to be giving her some trouble. “Why don’t you ask him out or something?” Katara looked horrified.

“Are you crazy girl? What if he was to say no, which he probably will. I mean, things would be weird, and it could jeopardise our friendship. And I couldn’t live with that. And that’s not the half of it! That is he said yes? That just poses a whole new set of problems!” Katara looked back at her nails. A small blush had crept onto her face as she realised she was talking way too much.

“So you do like him! I knew it!” Hermione said triumphantly. She was thankful that the tables had finally turned. “I still think you should go for it. You would be great together.” She finished her argument and stood up as the twins came through the portrait hole.

“Katara! Aw god it was awful! Oh the boredom!” Fred dramatically pretended to faint on the couch. He reached a hand out to Katara. “Come hither!” When she approached, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down so she was lying across him.

“Fred!” she laughed as she half heartedly scowled at him. She sat up so that she was sitting on his lap. Fred started bobbing his legs up and down like a parent would do to their child. Hermione disappeared up to her room for something.

“So how’s our favourite girl doing?!” George said, sitting next to them. He put his arm around Katara’s waist, and pulled her off his brother, placing her on his own lap. Katara giggled as she fought against a blush.

“She’s doing ok, and I’m fine also!” she joked. George laughed lightly as Fred stood up, announcing he had to go get something to show Lee. With that said he ran up to his dormitory, leaving George and Katara alone.

Katara lost her fight with her blush as she remembered how Hermione know of her secret. Only Arashi had ever talked to her about it, and was it really that obvious? She hadn’t meant it to be.

“So, what you and Hermione get up to?” George asked, obviously trying to make conversation. Why did he have to ask that?

“Just stuff, you know, like talking and things.” She mentally kicked herself at how suspicious that had sounded.

“Oh really? What about?” he asked sounding a little to cunning for her liking.

“Oh you know, guys and such.” She tried to get up from George’s lap, but he held her down.

“And who are these guys? Do I know any of them?” Katara sighed as she fought a losing battle. Why did he have to be so inquisitive.

“These hot guys are a secret.” She said slyly tapping her nose. She proceeded to seductively slide off of George, causing the tips of his ears to turn pink. If he was going to grill her, then she wasn’t going to make it easy.

“I see. But I thought you didn’t keep secrets from us?” he had that look of mock hurt on his face, and was pouting slightly. Katara hated it when he did that. She would always cave in, but this time, she just couldn’t. She walked over to the arm chair, and plopped down, waiting for Fred and Hermione to return. She didn’t look like she was going to answer him. “Tara-chan! Pwease?” he was now sitting on the arm of her chair.

“Nope!” her smile grew as she saw George obviously thinking hard. He was debating whether to properly beg or not, it wasn’t his style, but it could be worth a shot. Unfortunately he couldn’t put his plans into action as Fred returned looking hopeful at George. George shook his head and Fred slapped his hand to his face in despair. Why couldn’t George just tell her?


The end of the School year was fast approaching, and everyone was getting ready for the last task. Excitement had filled the school. Harry seemed to be still a little nervous, okay maybe not a little, maybe a lot. He had been getting some amount of stick all year through.

Harry was to join Cedric to start the race through the labyrinth first, then Krum, then Fleur. People were sitting patiently in the audience, waiting for it to start. The rules were set out, and the last task commenced. Katara sat with the twins as they watched.

Fleur had been pulled out, and there seemed to be a long time when nothing really happened. An hour had gone by when Harry appeared with a limp Cedric outside the labyrinth. That’s when things started to go crazy. Teachers were running down, and Cedric wasn’t moving. Harry was shouting that Voldemort was back. He was quickly shushed and taken away. The crowds were then dispersed, told they had to return to their common rooms and wait for further instruction.

“What do you think happened?” Fred had asked as the three sat in their usual corner, out of earshot. Katara sighed, knowing deep down that Cedric was dead. Probably being around death so much made you more aware of it, or something.

“You alright?” George asked, looking rather worried. He placed a hand on her thigh, just above her knee, and gave a light squeeze. She smiled at him, realising she had been awful quiet.

“Hai! I’m fine! Don’t worry.” She said, feeling the twins staring at her. She hated how they seemed to read her like a book, even though she never showed anything.

I hope Harry was wrong when he said Voldemort was back…

They continued to talk long into the night, coming up with theories and ideas of what might have happened. Some more crazy than others.

Dumbledore gave a speech on the night of their last meal at Hogwarts for the year. Apparently Voldemort had returned, and it was he who killed Cedric Diggery. The students all left at the end of the year, sadness and despair lingering in the air.


When they returned to platform nine and three quarters, they said their good byes to Harry and Hermione, but instead of returning to the burrow, they headed to a new place; 15 Grimwald Place.

The house belonged to Sirius Black, and he had insisted that it was to be used as the hideout for the order of the Phoenix. Of course, the kids weren’t allowed in the order, Mrs. Weasley made that very clear, but it hadn’t stopped Fred and George listening in. Katara had opted out, not wanting to cause Molly to explode as she tried to give Katara into trouble nicely. The twins would then just tell her what they heard, and filled in the blanks of the things she didn’t know about.

After a couple of weeks, Hermione had joined them, sharing a room with Ginny. She had given the twins a mouth full when she found them listening, but had stopped abruptly when they told her a couple of things.

Hermione had cornered Katara one day in the hall.

“So? How’s the George situation going?” she asked, smirking at the obvious turmoil she was causing Katara.

“What situation. There is no situation. You’re a crazy, you know that?” Katara said, trying to slip past her. Hermione was one hard person to escape from.

“You know! The one where you were going to tell him how you felt! And I don’t mean to be picky… but it’s not a crazy, it’s just crazy.” she chimed, looking deeply satisfied.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Katara asked, lowering her voice to almost a growl.

“I could tell him for you if you liked. I don’t mind. I’d say ‘Katara really fancies the pants off of you, but is to shy to say anything, isn’t she cute!’” Hermione joked, seeing a vain pop in Katara’s forehead.

“Fancies the pants off of who?” Fred popped his head around the door of their room, looking smug. Hermione laughed as she noticed Katara visibly tense. She was enjoying this way too much. “If it’s George I already know!” Fred added, not helping the situation.

“Wow Fred! You’re spot on!” Hermione turned to see Katara turn almost deep crimson… almost.

“Look just drop it okay.” She hissed, trying to escape again. She didn’t want to hurt Hermione or Fred, but it was looking to be her only option.

“It’s okay, he’s down stairs just now.” Fred came out of the room and turned to Hermione. “How long you known?”

“Ages! It’s so obvious. When I first saw her with you two. I didn’t say anything because I knew she was with someone else, and she was probably not going to do anything about it. Not that she is now mind” Hermione looked disappointed. They would make such a great couple.

“Haha! Well she’s liked him ever since they met, when we smashed her up!” he started laughing full heartedly, stopping abruptly as he noticed the annoyance etched on Katara’s face, and the sadness shining in her eyes.

“I’m standing right her” she said, voice sounding hollow. “And don’t go on about stuff you don’t understand.” She added as she took off down the stairs. Hermione and Fred looked at each other.

“I’ll talk to her” Fred said, feeling guilty, and headed down after her.

He looked everywhere for her, but couldn’t seem to find her. He didn’t realise she felt so badly about it. He was about to give up when he heard a sniff coming from one of the closets. He opened the door to find her curled up against the far wall, wiping tears from her eyes.

“If you’re here to make fun, then I’m not going to play nice.” She said, trying to add some light to the sad scene. Fred looked around, and on seeing no one, he crawled in beside her, closing the door behind him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise you were this worked up about it.” he said, wrapping his arms around her shaking form. “What’s up?” he asked, earning a small laugh from Katara.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She said, trying to avoid the subject. Fred however was persistent.

“Well, I’ll decide that once you tell me what’s up. I haven’t seen you like this in ages, and it’s worrying me.” Fred sighed as he knew his attempts were futile. To his surprise, she spoke.

“Just because I like him, doesn’t mean he likes me, and what if he did? I… I’m scared!” she said, fresh tears escaping her. “I know he’s a great guy, but I thought Kisuke was a great guy to. I’m not saying he would be horrible to me, I’m just saying… I can’t help but… think.” She sniffled, feeling really stupid. She was acting like a child, and at this point she didn’t care. “And he would be in danger. People are looking for me, and it’s only a matter of time before I am found. When they find I’m in a relationship with someone, they’ll use them to get to me.” She cuddled closer to Fred, wishing she could just be normal. She had never wanted to be the stupid Avatar.

Fred sighed realising just how hard it must be for her. She had never told them these kinds of things, only that if anyone found her, she would leave them to protect them. They had of course argued, but she stood by her decision.

“Isn’t that for George to decide though?” Fred said after a while of silence. “If he wanted to be with you.” He added quickly. George would kill him if he told her. “I mean, I know you would want to protect him, but he can look after himself.” Katara gave a snottery laugh.

“I’ve told you. They are different. They are trained in the art of killing. It’s their profession.” Fred sighed, cursing Katara’s stubbornness.

“Look. I don’t think it’s fair for you to do this alone. And I don’t think its right that you get to decide the fate of you AND George. Surely he should be allowed to live his life as he pleased, and if you want him as well, I don’t see what’s stopping you. I mean, just because you’re in danger, doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to be happy, or live the life you want.” Katara seemed to be in thought for a while, and then let out a sigh.

“You’re talking as if he likes me back. We’re friends, and that’s probably all he’ll ever see us as.” Fred rolled his eyes at how clever and how stupid they both were.

“IF he did, would you just blow him off? ‘cause to be honest, I think you’re being selfish!” Katara gasped at Fred’s remark and seemed to get a bit angry.

“What would you know?! Have you seen someone you love die? Have you been there, covered in their blood, listened to their pained moans? Have you burned you’re parents bodies after witnessing them being cursed to death? Have you…” she lowered her voice remembering she was in a cupboard. “Have you held your brother, someone who meant the world to you, in your arms while his life ebbed away, watched him cough up blood? Tried everything you could think of to bring him back, only to find you were too late and he was dead all that time? You don’t understand because you’ve only heard of it happening. I can’t do it again! Could you?!” Katara finished as she started to cry, but not her usual silent tears, but full on hiccoughing and the odd muffled scream. Fred felt helpless. He hadn’t wanted this. He wanted to make her see it from his point of view, forgetting he wasn’t seeing it from hers.

“I’m sorry!” he whispered as he pulled her closer to him, and rubbed her lower back trying to calm her. He had never had to deal with this from anyone before. Yeah Ginny had cried about stuff, but never like this. Fred’s thoughts were interrupted as the door to the cupboard opened.

“Hey! I’ve been looking for you’s everywhere! What are you doing- ” George was cut off as he heard Katara let out another muffled scream into Fred’s shoulder. “Holy crap! Is she alright?” the cupboard wasn’t big enough for all three to fit in. Fred shook his head and tried to get up and take Katara to their room, but she wouldn’t budge.

“Come on. We’ll go up to the room, and we’ll sort this out.” Katara shook her head vigorously, as she held back another scream that seemed to be bursting to escape. What was wrong with her? She had never cried like this, but she just felt so broken. Something seemed to have just snapped, and she lost control. Tears were still falling, and her hiccoughing had begun to get louder. It seemed like an endless river of hurt and pain was crashing through her, every pent up thought, every suppressed memory, every tear she had stopped before it left her eyes all seemed to be racking through her, causing her to cry and scream. “Shit! Please stop! I’m really sorry! I – I don’t know what to do!” he felt his own eyes well up as guilt was taking hold. George was still standing in the doorway, looking deeply panicked. Luckily for them, the Order were all in for a meeting, and Hermione was with Ginny and Ron in the living room playing exploding snap.

“Katara, why don’t you come out, and we can go upstairs.” Katara didn’t make any movement to show she had heard George. He reached in and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to turn her around. At first she became tense and rigid, and Fred unwrapped his arms from around her. She tentatively turned a bit, covering her face with her hair. George took that moment to reach his other hand in and pull her out. He picked her up bridal style and hurried upstairs as she clung onto his clothes, and cried into his chest. Fred remained in the cupboard, shaking.

George placed her gently on the bed, and lay beside her, pulling the covers over them both. He held her close, whispering comforting words softly into her hair, drawing circles with his finger on the small of her back. The screams seemed to stop after a while, and Katara just lay shivering in his arms.

“Cold?” he asked, not sure what to really say. She shook her head, and buried her face deeper into his chest. He just lay holding her until she fell asleep. Apparently, it had really taken a lot out of her.

George lay wondering what on earth happened. He was absent mindedly playing with her hair when Fred entered the room looking shaken.

“She alright?” he asked, voice breaking a bit. George nodded.

“Asleep.” He muttered, “What happened?” Fred just looked at the two of them, and slumped down in his own bed.

“We were talking, and I thought she was being a bit, well, selfish about something. So I said, and she just…” he sighed “started saying I didn’t know what it was like. Did you know her mum and dad had been cursed to death?” he asked, looking a bit confused. George shook his head, looking down at the sleeping girl in his arms. “No well neither did I. Oh Merlin…” The twins stayed quiet for a while. Then Fred began to talk again. “I was being stupid. I was to busy trying to get her to see it my way. But I don’t think it was just me… That’s never happened before, and I don’t ever want to see it again.” he sat up and looked over at George who seemed to be thinking about something.

“What was she being selfish about?” George asked. Fred really didn’t want to answer that.

“It doesn’t matter.” He mumbled leaving the room. George frowned, thinking of his brother’s comment about Katara’s parents. She had said they died, but never how. The twins had never pressed the matter, figuring she would talk about it when she was good and ready.

He sighed pulling Katara closer to him, if it was possible, and he too drifted off to sleep.