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You Belong With Me by JJtheNerdfightingStarkid
Chapter 1 : George, Mary, and Ella
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Fred, George, Katie, Mary, and I were sitting around the fire in the Gryffindor common room, once again attempting to finish our Potions homework. Mary was there only because George wanted her to be. Katie and I rather enjoyed laughing at her stupid, often slightly slutty, antics. Honestly, I don't know why George puts up with her.

"This is rediculous," Katie grumbled.  

"Your mum's rediculous."

"Really, Fred? You guys are supposed to be the best pranksters at Hogwarts, and you go for 'Your Mum' jokes? Pathetic."

"Your mum was pathetic. Last night." George retorted. He and Fred broke into laughter, and even Katie couldn't help but smile. But that was short-lived.

"You know, I don't really appreciate stuff like that. I'm supposed to be your girlfriend," Mary said as she huffed off.

You're on the phone
with your girlfriend ‒ she's upset
She's going off
about something that you said
'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.


'Mary!' George called out as he ran after her. Katie, Fred, and I exchanged skeptical looks.

"When is he going to get rid of her?" Katie asked.

"If it's not soon, we'll have to do something about that," Fred smirked. Katie and I nodded in agreement.

After a while, Fred gave up and went to his dormitories, not waiting up for George. Katie went up not long after. It wasn't until I looked around and saw that I was the only one in the common room that I realized how late it was. And that's when I started thinking.

What does he even see in Mary? She's such an arse to him. And to everyone else, for that matter. She doesn't really care about him, anyone can see that! She's just with him for a popularity boost. And there are plenty of other girls for him, ones that care about him! Ones that really get him! And Mary isn't that girl; she doesn't understand him, not like I do.

I'm in my room ‒ it's a typical Tuesday night.
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like.
She'll never know your story like I do.


I considered going up to my dorm, but I was alone down in the common room; a regular Tuesday, and everyone was in their dorms, sleeping. I wished I had my music then. It usually calms me down a bit. I smirked as I though about how much Mary hates the kind of music I listen to. According to George, she's actually gone on a rant or two about it before. It made me happy to know she wastes so much of her breath on me.

I settled for reading a book, but I couldn't focus. She was just so wrong for George.

But she wears short skirts
I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain
And I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time.


I recalled a certain Quidditch game, the one against Ravenclaw a few weeks ago. I was on the bleachers for this one; damn Slytherin beaters knocked me off of my broom in the last game, and I couldn't play. I sat with Carly, one of my good friends, outside of the twins and Katie, of course. Mary sat in the very front row with a few of her friends. They had enchanted a huge banner to flash George's name every few seconds. They were screaming and yelling for him, and it was highly irritating.

Professor McGonagall came and told her to shut her gob, but for whatever reason, Mary and her friends seem to think that they are the exception to every rule at Hogwarts.

She insisted on taking George out to celebrate the winning of the game afterwards, despite the fact that there was a party in the common room. He tried to tell her that he wanted to go, at least for a little while, but she cut him off by going off on a rant about how he cared more about his friends than he did about her.

Can you blame him, though? If I were dating someone like that, I'd want to be with my friends more often, too!

If you could see
That I'm the one
Who understands you
Been here all along
So why can't you see
you belong with me,
You belong with me?


But I would never do that to him. I'd be so much better to him than Mary even knows how to be. If only he could figure that out. But he won't.

I've been waiting a year for him to wake up and realize that Mary is possibly the worst person on the face of the planet. I've always understood George! And I've always been friends with him, too. Our families have always been close, so I knew Fred and George before I really even knew my own cousins. Any time George had a problem, or he and Fred needed help with a prank, who was always there?

It certainly wasn't Mary.

Walking the streets
With you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking
This is how it ought to be.
Laughing on a park bench
Thinking to myself
"Hey, isn't this easy?"


I was interrupted from my book- or rather, from my thoughts- by the opening of the portrait hole. I turned to see George entering the common room. He looked tired.


"Hi, Ella."

"Where's Mary?"

"I don't even know. Was that whole 'your mum' thing really that bad?"

"No. I don't think so. It's just a joke."

"Exactly!" George sat down next to me, his face a little red. "It was just a joke! She should know by now that I'm not serious about pretty much everything I say! I honestly can't do anything around her! And now, she's mad, probably won't talk to me for a few days. But just wait, by the Quidditch game on Friday, she'll be there screaming and cheering and acting like nothing happened!" I just listened to him rant on for a few minutes. After he finished, he put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted.

"Come on," I said as I stood up, reaching out my hand for him to take. He looked up at me quizically, but took my hand and followed me anyways.

"May I ask where we're going?" he said after we began heading down the moving staircases.

"No." He looked slightly taken aback, but he laughed anyways and continued to follow me. Soon we reached the kitchens.

"Excellent," he said as he smiled. We went inside and sat down as the house-elves catered to us. I couldn't help but think that we should be doing this more often, but with Mary all over him, that wouldn't ever happen.

And you've got a smile
That could light up this whole town.
I haven't seen it in awhile
Since she brought you down.
You say you're fine -
I know you better than that.
Hey, what you doing.
With a girl like that?


We sat there, laughing and talking, for what seemed like hours. It didn't take long until I got him laughing and acting like himself again. His smile could honestly light up all of Hogwarts. Most of the time, it did, along with Fred's.

Somehow, we got back on the subject of Mary. Even when she isn't there, she has a way of working her way in where she isn't wanted.

"You don't have to put up with her, you know," I said quietly.

"She's not that bad," George said.

"Why do you defend her, Georgie? You were just complaing about her up in the common room!"

"Yeah, well we just got in a fight, too! Everyone says mean things when they're in fights." He was trying to brush this off, and as soon as he was done talking, he changed the subject.

He has to know that I don't believe any of it- him defending her, saying he's fine. I know him so much better than that!

She wears high heels,
I wear sneakers.
She's cheer captain,
And I'm on the bleachers.
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
that what you're looking for has been here the whole time.


Not long after that obvious bit of skirting around the subject, we went back up to Gryffindor tower. We hugged goodnight and went to our seperate dormitories. And, of course, I started that infernal thinking again.

I couldn't help it. If he really wanted to be with someone like Mary, then how could he ever be with someone like me? It was clear that they weren't very good together; Mary was awful to George. But if he puts up with her, he must want her, and if he wants her, he would never want me.

Standing by you
Waiting at your backdoor.
All this time
How could you not know, baby
You belong with me,
You belong with me?

Oh, I remember you were driving to my house
In the middle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh
When you know you're about to cry.
I know your favorite songs,
And you tell me about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know it's with me.


But that can't be right. I remember over the summer before this school year started, I was in my room, sleeping; it was sometime around midnight. Fred knocked on my window and told me that George and Mary had gotten into another fight. He said that George was out by the lake not far from the Burrow. He wouldn't talk to him. Fred said that maybe I'd have better luck. And he was right.

I wouldn't leave until George talked to me, and once he did, it was like watching a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. He looked relieved to be getting it all out. A few times, it almost seemed like he would start crying, but I tried as best as I could to get him laughing again. After a while, we went to talk to Fred, and George seemed okay again. I wound up staying with them all night, doing what we always did: we laughed and talked and plotted our next great prank.

George was easy to talk to, we always made each other laugh, and we loved just being around each other. Thinking on all of that, it seemed so simple: George just belonged with me.


Katie shook me awake the next morning. We went down to breakfast with the twins as usual, and, just as expected, Mary was nowhere to be seen. Her friends kept giving us dirty looks, though. Also not a surprise.  

Later on that day, I left Katie and Carly to their homework in the library, and I went for a walk on the grounds. I just couldn't focus. George seemed to have that effect on me. It wasn't long into the walk when I saw George and Mary walking around the lake. I rolled my eyes and sat down under the shade of a tree, deciding that I would try yet again to finish that Potions essay. It took just about everything I had not to look up and see what they were doing.

A few paragraphs later, George sat down next to me.

"Hey, George," I said without looking up at him.

"So Mary and I are broken up."

"What?" I couldn't believe I'd heard him right.

"I mean, I'm sure we'll be back together by the Quidditch game, but for now, we aren't technically together."

"Why would you get back together with her?" I asked incredulously. Seriously, what was wrong with this boy?

"Oh because, you know, I get bored."



Did he really just say that the reason he's dating her is because he's bored? I'm bored, too! We could be bored together! Somehow, I didn't think that was a very appropriate thing to say.

"Really, George? You're bored?"

"Yeah! Well, Fred's with Angie a fair bit of the time, and I never really realized how much time I spent with him. When he's not around, I don't really have anything to do. Unless I'm with Mary."

"You cannot be serious, George."

"And why not?"

"Because! You don't really belong with her! She's terrible to you! And you don't even really like her, you're just looking for something to do! You could at least try finding someone who likes you! Someone who gets you, and doesn't blow you off because she has someone else to meet up with. Any girl in this school would consider themselves lucky to go out with you, and if they don't, it's because they're slags, as Mary has done a great job of proving! Honestly, George, there's not a girl in  this school with a sensible head on their shoulders who wouldn't be lucky to be with you, and-"

"Oh, really?" George said with a look of utter amusement on his face. Immediately, I felt my face go red, and I hurried to look back down at my Potions essay.

"So did you finish this essay yet?"

Wow. That was the worst possible way to go about changing the subject.

"You didn't answer my question, Ella," George teased.

"Well, I guess I don't really know, now do I?"

"You're such a liar! You secretly think I'm great, don't you? You don't even have to answer, I know you do! And I don't blame you, how could you not?"


"So if I don't belong with someone like Mary, then what kind of person do I belong with?" George was just teasing again, but I answered before I could even stop to think about it.

"Someone like me." I said it so quietly, I hoped he hadn't heard, but he went dead silent, and I knew he did.

Well, hell.

There goes that friendship.

"What did you say?" George asked. He sounded very disbelieving. Maybe I could just brush it off. Apparently, I spent too long thinking about this, because he spoke again.

"You think I should be with you?"

"Uh, well, not me exactly, just someone sort of like me, you know? Prankster type, someone like that is all I meant."


That was the worst explanation I've ever come up with.

"So this Potions essay!" I tried changing the subject again.

"Ella," George said quietly.

"It's pretty difficult!"

'Ella,' he said again, a tad louder this time.

"I mean worse than it usually is!"

"Ella, if you think we should be together-"

"That's not what I meant at all!" I said, before he got the wrong idea.

Well, I guess it would actually be the right idea, but he didn't need to know that.



And then, like an absolute idiot, I started to laugh- very awkwardly.

He joined in.

And then stopped.

This was terrible.

I stared intently at the last line I had written in this essay and said nothing. What do you even say after you utterly destroy a friendship with awkwardness?

Before I even knew what was happening, George brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed my cheek. It happened so suddenly, and was over so quickly, that I thought I imagined it at first. But I'm not that insane.

George's face seemed even redder than his hair, and he was not even coming close to looking at me.



"Do you think we should be together?"

"Well... what do you think?"

I didn't say anything at first. I thought. I thought about yesterday, and the Quidditch game a few weeks ago, and the time Fred woke me up in the middle of the night to comfort George, and how happy I was when I was with him, and how he made me laugh, and how we were right then. I thought that maybe, that kiss on the cheek meant he might feel the same. And I thought that after all of that, nothing could mess up our friendship more than it already had been, so that maybe, it wouldn't hurt to just say what I thought.

What I really thought.

"I think you belong with me."

I didn't look at him while I said it. I didn't look at him after I said it. I stared straight ahead and waited. I waited for him to laugh and brush it off, or something. But he didn't.

He reached over and brushed the hair out of my face again. He moved closer to me and took my hand.

"I think I've been waiting for a long time for that."

I looked at him. He looked at me.

And then he leaned closer until the gap between us was closed.

The kiss was simple; simple and perfect. And when we broke apart, the air of awkwardness had vanished. We smiled, and laughed, and then we just sat there. We stayed there for the rest of the day, too. Finishing that damn Potions essay.

But we were doing it together, like we were supposed to be.

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me.


A/N: Okay, so I have a small side note before you decide to be a lovely person a leave a review! Yes, George is a little out of character. He's supposed to be. It's very awkward that Ella really likes him because they're pretty much best friends. You know how Harry, Ron, and Hermione are the Golden Trio, and Ginny, Luna, and Neville are the Silver Trio? Well, Fred, George, and Ella are like the... Ginger Trio. Sure. That.

But in the Golden Trio, Ron and Hermione wind up together, and in the Silver Trio, everyone wants Neville and Luna to end up together! So maybe this makes sense! Or maybe I'm insane. Oh well, I can deal with that. I'll stop talking now and let you move on with your day. And that review! :)


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