One and Only 3 ; George Weasley

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"Don't I get a hug?" Uncle Bill asked as I was the last of my family to enter the Burrow. He opened his eyes and I forced a small smile as I hugged him. I knew it was my uncle and I should feel comfortable, but I just wasn't. "I heard you didn't make prefect."

"Oh, yeah. I didn't." I said and pulled away. "Sammy did... and also Zachary Busto."

"Uh-huh." he nodded. "Well, no worries. I'm sure you'll make head girl in two years."

"Yeah." I breathed. After saying hi to all my family, including aunt Kathy and Lee, I saw Simon approach me with a smile.

"How've you been?" he asked. "Don't worry. You don't have to hug me. I've noticed it makes you quite uncomfortable."

I couldn't help but smile at how sweet he always were towards me. The fact that he noticed and didn't even try to hug me. I wish I was his and not Lukes.

"Thanks." I muttered. "I've been doing okay. Things have been quite... well, they haven't been boring with my dead uncle being back and everything."

"Yeah." he laughed. "That's all mum's been talking about. She's saying this is going to be the best Christmas of all time."

We both looked over to see aunt Kathy hug uncle Fred for a very long time. They both had their eyes closed and I smiled. They must've been close.

Lexi came walking down the stairs and she froze. Christ... right... Lexi hadn't met her dad yet. Mum told me Deanne had to find a way to tell her and they were planning to wait for Christmas for Lexi to finally meet him.

"This is going to get emotional." Simon told me. "Do you want go upstairs? I've got something to show you."

I looked at him and nodded. He extended a hand and I hesitated but then placed my hand in his with a smile on my lips. He guided me up the stairs as Lexi and uncle Fred got introduced to each other.

There are seven bedrooms in the burrow and whenever the family is here for the holidays, a lot of us obviously have to share. Grandma and grandpa have their bedroom which is off-limits to everyone else.

Mum, dad, aunt Kathy and Lee have always shared with aunt Deanne in dad and uncle Fred's old bedroom on the second floor. Deanne's husband Justin never comes along. He doesn't really enjoy the wildness of our family. Now that uncle Fred was back, he was gonna share the room with them.

On the first floor, uncle Charlie, Bill and aunt Fleur shared Uncle Bill's room.

Uncle Percy and aunt Audrey stayed in uncle Percy's room along with their young daughters Molly and Lucy.

Uncle Ron, Harry and aunt Hermione and Ginny all stayed in uncle Ron's room which was the attic.

In Ginny's room all the boys stayed. Fred, Sammy, Bryson, Simon, Harvey, Louis, Hugo, James and Albus. That's the last room so the living room is being used for the rest of us. That's me, Roxanne, Veronica, Evelyn, Lexi, Victoire, Dominique, Rose and Lily.

Simon continued to lead me into aunt Ginny's childhood room where he and the boys were going to sleep during the days we were staying here for Christmas. He let go of my hand before he walked over where a stack of his books were. He lifted a few of them and grabbed the songbook that was hiding in between them.

"I know you're with Luke." he said and glanced at me as he opened the songbook. "And I know he's not treating you right. I don't know if the rumours are true. If he is the one who gave you the bruises and I don't know if there is more to it or less to it.. I just know he's not treating you the way you deserve to be treated."

"Moe." I sighed, tilting my head as I watched him scroll through the songbook. He smiled at the nickname and glanced at me again.

"I've always loved when you called me that." he said. "It only sounds right coming from your mouth."

He approached me after he found a specific page and then handed it to me. "I suck when it comes to feelings but I do know how to write them down on paper and even though you're with Luke, I just need you to know how I feel."

I scanned his eyes for a short moment before I looked down at the words on the page. I loved his hand writing. It was so elegant and royal. I'd never get tired of looking at it.

I keep walking
I keep talking
To every cute girl I see
I keep looking
I keep searching for the girl that you used to be
'Cause before all this

You were lovin' me, hating me, tell me you're my baby
Calling me, telling me, everything that you have just been through
And I'd say, okay my baby, everything will be alright
I'll never let you out of my sight, 'cause I will hold you in my arms
And I'll hold you so tight

With tears in my eyes, I stopped reading and looked up to meet his gaze. He were so close to me but I was confused. Why was he showing me this?

"I don't expect anything, okay?" he asked. "I just wanted you to read it. To know that what's between you and Luke, is definitely not love. Him wanting to control you is not love. Wanting you to be happy is love and making sure you're alright and not strangling yourself in a relationship... that's love."

"Moe!" I called through the empty room. My voice echoed between he four walls and Simon who sat on the floor, raised his head and smiled when he saw me.

"Did you finish the song?"

"I did!" I cheered, spinning around with my arms in the air before I sat down next to him. "Look."

I handed him my songbook and he grabbed it, placing it on top of his own so he could read what I had written.

"This is good." he smiled and looked at me when he finished. "You're a great songwriter, babyface."

That's where the whole baby thing came from. It's not like we were calling each other baby but he loved calling me babyface since apparently I at the time had a baby face and he knew how much it annoyed me. Then instead of calling me babyface, he just called me his baby friend to make me laugh and that's when I started joining in, calling myself his baby and his baby friend.

I closed the songbook and placed it on the desk next to me before I looked up at Simon again. I ignored my own boundaries and just wrapped my arms around his back, hugging him tightly. He was obviously taken back by my action but then hugged me back, resting his head on mine.

"Moe?" I asked, earning a hum in response. "I miss you."