They were polar opposites, sunshine & shadows, she was darkness & strict upbringing, he was raised in a happy Chaotic home, she was top of her class, star seeker of the Slytherin quidditch team, bestfriends with Theodore Nott & Mattheo Riddle, cousin to Draco Malfoy, heir to the black family fortune & name, she was Slytherin royalty, he was quidditch beater & school prankster, him & his twin brother were infamous around school in their own right, he was always joking, pranking, teasing, shining bright; his entire world though was narrowed in on one girl, a Slytherin of all things, someone who stomped on his heart whenever she felt like it and each time he came back for more, their encounter was supposed to be brief, George had hooked up with a few Slytherin girls before it was no big deal, almost every Gryffindor did, but what was behind closed doors stayed behind closed doors, it wasn’t like he was going to marry the girl, then came in ice queen Harmony Black, a fifth year like him at a seventh year party, drunker than she should’ve been & one thing led to another & suddenly she wasn’t sneering at him anymore, even though he was shitfaced that night he remembers it so vividly, everything, every detail, every noise, and he’s been hooked ever since, the ice queen , gorgeous, brilliant & feared in her own right, was a virgin & she gave it to him, and no matter how much she dismissed it for not being a big deal, it was to him; because it showed him a glimmer of a girl no one else knew, only him, only for him, for months they were insatiable, he didn’t hook up with another girl, it got to the point he was turning girls down to their face but he was so insnared in the Slytherin princess, no one would ever believe that she would ever even touch a Weasley With a ten foot pole, let alone give herself to him, most expected she’d end up with one of her best friends Theodore or Mattheo, or another fellow Slytherin but George knew, her heart belonged him no matter how much she denied it, how much she stomped on his heart, called it quits just to show up at his door late at night again, and each time he let her, because he was gone for her, absolutely gone for the person she was when she wasn’t pretending to be someone else, the person when she was, he wanted it all, everytime he brought up the prospect of a relationship she shut down so he waited, living on scraps of her love, the affection she showed him under their tangled sheets until one day she would be ready for more