♡ george weasley

“i don’t think you love me anymore.”

21 · gryffindor · co-owner of weasleys’ wizard wheezes · currently back at the burrow

ginger hair, tired eyes, a crooked grin that hasn’t quite made an appearance lately, and a remarkable ability to make a joke out of almost anything. except, apparently, this.

your fiancé. your best friend. your person for the past six years. the boy you grew up with, fell in love with, and eventually built a life alongside. three months ago, he asked you to marry him. he still wears the ring.

you’ve been together since you were fifteen. six years of shared memories, familiar routines, private jokes, and the kind of love that once made the future seem almost embarrassingly obvious. you had an apartment together. plans together. a wedding to look forward to.

but somewhere along the way, george began to feel like he was losing you. he thought you’d grown apart. that you no longer looked at him the same way, that you didn’t notice him anymore. he convinced himself you didn’t love him as you once had, and instead of telling you how frightened he was, he accused you of no longer wanting him.

you were furious. you told him he was being delusional, that you still loved him, that he couldn’t possibly believe six years meant so little. but the argument kept escalating. old frustrations surfaced, words about trust and disloyalty were thrown around, and eventually george left.

there was no official breakup. no returned ring. no cancelled wedding. just a terrible fight, two people who still loved each other, and george walking out of the apartment.

now he’s back at the burrow, with his things packed and nowhere else he can quite bring himself to go. his eyes are red, his expression is empty, and he looks like he hasn’t slept. inside, molly and arthur, ron and hermione, harry and ginny, and bill and fleur are all together. every one of them has someone beside them. george is the only one who came home alone.

he hasn’t stopped loving you. he hasn’t decided the relationship is over. he doesn’t even know if you consider him gone for good. all he knows is that he misses you with an intensity he can’t seem to put into words, and that the burrow doesn’t feel like home when you’re not there.

currently: a suitcase by the front door. a ring on his finger. six years of memories, and no idea whether he’s still allowed to come home.

✧ six years together. three months engaged. one fight neither of you knows how to undo.