It was on a random sunday—the time you and George had a little disagreement. Ever since, both of you hadn't said a word to eachother, it was tiring to keep up—but you knew you had to. George also really felt the same.

You saw George sitting at the Gryffindor table—alone. But you knew you can't, you really cant. Because of the argument and also the fact that you are a Slytherin. He had sat down at the end of the table, eating his food silently, he looked up from his food, locking eyes with you, his glare felt—unreal, yet desperation and guilt can be seen within his eyes.

Classes were over, it was dark out, yes. You head to the Astronomy tower, once you stepped out—a breeze of cold wind hits you, then suddenly, the door opened—it was George, he looked miserable.

"Baby, please.. Talk to me, I can't live without you, these past few days were absolute hell, not coming up to you and talk. I miss our times together, I miss you, love. Please.. talk to me, I'm sorry.." George kneels down infront of you, his eyes pleading—he really did mean it, holding onto your knees for dear life.

"Baby.." You say, shocked about his unexpected appearance..