summary: your parents are keeping you away from george but you get away long enough to spend one last night with him. a short fic inspired by ridebylana del rey & a scene between spencer and toby in pretty little liars.
warnings: angst, alludes to sex, mentions of death, readers family are death eaters.
notes: pictures used are from pinterest and all credit goes to the owners. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS.
“I am alone in the night Been tryin’ hard not to get into trouble, but I I’ve got a war in my mind.”
The hotel room was dull, the furniture basic. George could feel the springs of the mattress against the backs of his thighs but that was the least of his worries tonight. He was agitated - it felt like his heart was in his throat. Someone ran down the hall outside, giggling to themselves.
He’d given up, a despondent soul alone in the night. Alone. He could taste the anger, the disappointment rising up his throat. He’d talked himself into trying one more time - one last chance, the owl had flew, his desperate letter tied to it’s leg - but she hadn’t turned up then and she wasn’t turning up now.
He remembered a day back at Hogwarts - she’d dared him to run into the lake and then ended up running in after him, splashing him until his clothes stuck to his skin. He’d do anything to get that girl back - so carefree and lively.
It was a shock when the door clicked, his head rising from his hands. George didn’t want to look, didn’t want to have to swallow back his hope when it turned out to be some drunken partygoer, stumbling into the wrong room but then he heard the weak hoarseness of her voice, calling him back into the spell she had on him. “George.” He turned.
