Daughter of Black

Chapter 48- Shelf on an Elf

V had woken up on Christmas morning feeling anything but merry. She didn't want to leave the comfort of her own room but seeing as today was meant to be a day of family, she forced herself to get up and dressed, then proceeded downstairs.

V heard happy chatter coming from the kitchen, it was late morning and unlike usual, the smell of breakfast was not in the air. Mrs Weasley warned them not to eat much for breakfast seeing as they were going to have a big feast for lunch and dinner.

V walked into the kitchen ready to make a cup of coffee, and noticed Mrs Weasley already starting her meal preparation. Mr Weasley had been released from St Mungo's meaning he could have a Christmas with the family. He sat at the kitchen table, avidly talking to Mrs Weasley, with bandages wrapped all around him.

She drank her coffee in the drawing room. Other than her bedroom, it had become her favourite room in the house, there was something pleasant about it to her and the room was normally a lot quieter too. She looked at the names on the tapestry; the burnt-out picture of her father, the similar face of her uncle Regulus Black who was next to him on the tapestry, and of course her grandmother Walburga Black who truly looked exactly like V in her youth. V continued to follow names down the family tree till she was back to the start.

V hadn't noticed the lanky red-haired figure that belonged to George standing in the doorway watching her till she had finished reading every name on the tapestry.

V looked over at him and felt her words get caught in her throat. V looked to the floor, embarrassed and confused. George didn't know what to say either, he had walked past the room to unexpectedly see her. He then stood there watching her because he missed her, but he felt a barrier that this long-lived grudge he held built so he didn't say anything. He just looked at her.

He wanted to grab her hand as she looked at the floor, he wanted to be the boyfriend he once was to her.

"Do you hate me?" George asked lowly.

"Could I ever hate you George Weasley?" V replied. She headed for the door, not to talk to him but to get out of the room because the tension was too much for her. But as she brushed past him, he grabbed her wrist stopping her from leaving.

George looked up, prompting V to as well. Mistletoe had appeared above them and before V could look back at George, he had already kissed her softly on the lips. V pulled away, catching her breath, but clung tightly onto George in a hug.

"I'm sorry." George mumbled into her.

V then let go of him and took a step back. "I'd say I'm sorry too but I've already said it multiple times." The mood between them instantly changed at this. George just wanted her back already, but V was exhausted of being exhausted and she wanted him to know that.

"I know I shouldn't have shut you out for that long-"

"You weren't meant to shut me out at all George. We were meant to talk it out, that's what couples are meant to do." V said with a crack in her voice.

"I know it was wrong, I'm sorry, but it's not like you haven't done the same to me." George replied crossing his arms, as if they were a barrier of protection.

"I didn't do it by choice!" V snapped. "I did that to protect you and myself. You know what, I can't be bothered." V huffed, walking away from him and marching up the stairs.

George chased after her, grabbing her wrist again. "Ok, no, I'm sorry. Genuinely. Please, it's Christmas." He said desperately looking up at her.

V sighed, taking a few deep breaths. He was right, this was probably one of the worst days to have an argument. "Ok, no more arguing. But lets never ignore each other again."