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It was the night before the twins were to leave and everyone was tucked peacefully into their beds except for two. Emily lay awake and stared at the ceiling. All she could think about was George. They had stayed in that love seat until around midnight in each other’s arms. George would whisper in her ear about their future. He promised her that once she was out of school, they would get married and start a family. They would live in a house near the beach, and they would be together forever and always with their five kids. Emily wanted a big family because she’s never had one, and George agreed.

George was also awake, also staring at the ceiling. He kept picturing himself with his red haired beauty on their beach in their future. He wanted that future to start tomorrow, bright and early, but unfortunately, it was going to be a few years. He sighed, fluffing his pillow up.

Emily huffed quietly, no longer able to stay away from him, especially when he was leaving her tomorrow. She quietly scooted out of her bed and made for the door. She silently opened it and closed it behind her. She quietly opened the door to George and Fred’s room, shutting it behind her. She heard movement from George’s bed, and then saw him peer out from behind the curtains. She smiled at him and he grinned wide, clearly glad to see her. He patted his bed, and she quickly got under his covers and snuggled up close to him as he closed the curtains back around his bed. Emily pulled her wand out from her sweats and whispered, “Muffliato.” George lay back down and Emily positioned her body on top of him.

“I couldn’t stay away,” Emily whispered.

“I’m glad,” George chuckled.

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked him.

“You kidding? How could I? All I could think about was you and me and our future,” George whispered. He tucked one of her curls behind her ear.

“Me too,” she whispered back. “I’ve been thinking, Georgie,” Emily said.

“Oh yeah? What about?” he asked.

“Well, you know how it’s killing the both of us that we’re going to be apart for so long?” she asked. George nodded. “Well, I have a solution.” George just looked at her with his eyebrows raised. “I could come with you,” she said slowly.

George stiffened. “You can’t come, Emily,” he said slowly, not wanting to upset her. Emily looked away from him. George took both of his hands and placed them on both sides of her face. “Don’t be upset,” George pleaded. “Ems, you know you can’t come. I love you—you know that. And I want you to come more than anything, but you have to finish your education.”

“Why? You’re not,” she accused.

“Yes, but I’m starting a joke shop, Ems. You want to be a Healer and an Auror. You have to finish your education,” he said.

Emily huffed and laid her head on his chest, deciding to not argue because she knew he was right.

“Are you upset?” he asked softly.

“No, just frustrated,” she said.

“Don’t be. School will rush by quickly and then you and I will be together again all summer,” he promised.

“Better be,” Emily said, sighing. Emily’s hands found his and they intertwined them. “Always and forever, right?” she asked.

“Always and forever,” he vowed.

For the rest of the night, Emily and George stayed in each other’s arms, talking more of their future together and the places they would visit. They fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning with their fingers intertwined and George’s lips pressed to Emily’s hair. And that’s exactly what they looked like when they were discovered in the morning by George’s roommates.

“Time to rise and shine,” said Lee loudly as he approached George’s bed. The other boys snickered. He pulled back the curtain, ready to poor a bucket of water on his friend, when he stepped back, surprised.

“Emily! What are you doing in here?” he asked loudly. All of the other boys came closer to get a look of the sleeping couple. Fred quickly came to the side of the bed.

“Ems, George, wake up, you two,” Fred said. He shook Emily’s shoulder gently and hit George’s arm.

“Five more minutes, Rems,” Emily mumbled into George’s chest.

All of the guys snickered and Fred tried again. “Wakey, wakey,” he said.

Emily slowly opened her eyes groggily and noticed Fred’s towering figure over her, smiling wide. Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she realized where she was. She fumbled in the bed, scrambling, and fell over the side of the bed. George groggily woke up.

“Wuzzgoinon?” he asked sleepily. Emily peeked her head over the bed frame with a shy smile.

“Georgie, wake up, it’s morning,” she said. George’s eyes opened. The first thing he saw was his brother and the rest of the guys in his year, and then he looked over at Emily, who had fallen out of the bed and onto the floor. He thought it was hysterical. George started laughing loudly and held out his hand to Emily.

“Get back over here,” he said through laughs. Emily took it with a grin and crawled back in bed with him. Fred sat on the end of the bed as Emily snuggled back into George’s side. “You are a goofball,” he laughed as he kissed her hair.

“So, you were here all night?” asked Fred with a snicker.

“Yeah, basically,” answered Emily.

“Huh, interesting,” he said.

Emily looked at him crossly, and he grinned and winked at her. “Fred Weasley! Get your mind out of the gutter!” she yelled at him. All of the boys howled with laughter, while a few wolf whistled. Fred winked at her, and Emily grabbed one of George’s pillows and threw it at him. Fred did a back flip out of the bed, landing with a thud on the hardwood, and snickered. She stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.

“Mmmm, I think I better go get dressed and what not,” Emily whispered against George’s chest.

“Mmmkay,” whispered George against her hair. He kissed her forehead and she kissed his cheek. She wiggled out of his bed with his hoodie still on her. She had gotten cold early this morning, and he fished it out of his packed trunk for her.

Emily went and showered and prettied herself up for her boyfriend’s departure. She put on her blue skinny jeans with a white T-shirt and white ballet flats. On top of her shirt, she snuggled back into George’s white hoodie. She smelled the fabric, which smelled just like him. It was sweet, but homey. It was her favorite smell in the world. It was a mixture of chocolate, wood, pine, roses, and ginger. She closed her eyes and sighed at its warmth. She jabbed her wand at her hair and it turned into curly q’s. She put on light makeup, making sure her mascara was waterproof since she knew she was going to cry.

Emily went to her normal classes that day, but after Herbology, she went back to her dormitory. Fred and George had told her that it was around this time that they would pull their stunt, and she had no intentions to watch it. She didn’t want to watch George leave her, so they said their good-byes earlier, right after breakfast, and she had been a mess since. All of her teachers asked her what was wrong, but she just held back her tears, smiled politely, and whispered “nothing.” Emily crawled into her bed and curled up into a ball, as phase one was about to begin. Emily heard a crash from the floors below her and started to weep.


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