𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍! 𝐁𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

Everyone remembered them.

George Weasley and Elsie Longbottom.

They weren't just another Hogwarts pairing — they were a spectacle, a story told in whispers that floated through common rooms, echoing down stone corridors. If Hogwarts was a stage, then they were the leads, captivating the audience without even trying.

George was mischief in human form — laughter that rolled like thunder, energy that turned the mundane into chaos, a smile that made it impossible to stay angry with him. He was one half of a legend in the making, with Fred always at his side, the pair rising to fame with every prank, every Quidditch match, every invention whispered about behind their backs. People wanted to be them. People wanted to be near them.

And Elsie — she was something else entirely.

She had the kind of beauty that didn't announce itself but lingered, timeless and quiet. Her cleverness wasn't loud, yet it carried weight; her kindness wasn't naïve, yet it was boundless. She didn't compete for attention, but it found her anyway. She seemed to glide through life in a way that was effortless, and that, perhaps, was why people admired her — or envied her. Elsie Longbottom never had to try to be perfect, yet somehow, she was.

It was no surprise when their paths intertwined.

At first, it seemed like a fairytale. He was the whirlwind, she was the calm; he was fire, she was steady light. George made her laugh, louder than she'd ever laughed before. Elsie gave him quiet, steady love, something to cling to when the world grew too noisy. They were different, yes, but together, they made sense.

And Hogwarts adored them.

Students watched them with a mixture of awe and jealousy — how George always seemed to save his softer smiles for Elsie, how she always seemed to look at him like he was more than just a joker. They were inseparable. They were dazzling. They were perfect.

Or so it seemed.

The cracks were never visible from the outside. To the rest of Hogwarts, they were golden — untouchable, inevitable. But perfection has a cost, and theirs was paid in whispers they never spoke aloud.

George's jokes began to cut sharper, sometimes directed at Elsie herself, and when her face fell, he brushed it off with a grin. "Can't you take a joke?" he'd ask, and everyone else would laugh, leaving Elsie with a smile she no longer meant. His pride swelled with the attention of others, and she found herself competing with the very world for a place in his life.

But no one saw that part.

No one saw how her heart cracked, piece by piece, under the weight of his carelessness. No one saw how his temper burned hot and fast, how he used charm as a shield for his cruelty. No one saw the nights she lay awake in Hufflepuff's dormitory, tears staining her pillow, whispering excuses to herself for why it still felt like love.

Because love shouldn't hurt like this.

By their fifth year, everything broke.

It wasn't loud. It wasn't messy. There was no great fight in the middle of the Great Hall, no screaming match for all of Hogwarts to see. It was a quiet ending, as if Elsie had finally run out of words to give him. She ended it with calm finality, her voice steady even as her heart splintered.

And the castle shook with whispers.

What happened?But they were perfect.If George and Elsie couldn't make it, who could?

George pretended it didn't matter. He laughed louder, threw himself into pranks, drowned himself in popularity. But the truth was a constant ache — Elsie's absence was louder than her presence had ever been. He missed the way she looked at him like she saw the boy behind the jokes, the one no one else ever noticed. He missed the softness, the grounding, the way she made him feel like more than just half of a legend.

He missed her.

And so, for the entirety of their sixth year, George tried to win her back.

Apologies whispered in corridors. Grand gestures meant to impress. Jokes crafted just for her. But Elsie had already learned what it meant to love someone who confused cruelty with affection. She had already realized she deserved more than being someone's second thought, more than being the butt of the joke.

And no matter how hard he tried, she would not bend.

By their seventh year, the whispers had quieted. They were no longer "George-and-Elsie" but George and Elsie — two names, two people, no longer tethered. He still watched her across the Great Hall, still felt the ache in his chest when her laughter rang out and it wasn't because of him. She still carried herself with grace, her kindness intact, her strength sharper now, forged by what she had endured.

They would always remember each other.

He would always remember the girl who loved him when he didn't know how to love himself.She would always remember the boy who taught her that even the brightest laughter can turn mean.

And everyone else would always remember them as the couple that had once seemed unbreakable — until they shattered.

—𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬...

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