Secrets I have held in my heart (part 1)

Chapter 44: Confessions p.2

After running aimlessly for a while, my whole body began to ache. The initial adrenaline was wearing off and I was gasping for air. However, I heard the angry voices of Madam Pomfrey and a couple other professors calling out for me and I ran off again, despite the weakness of my legs and the feeling of my ribs trying to poke out of my skin.

I climbed up the endless staircases of Hogwarts until I eventually found myself in front of the the portrait of the Fat Lady. I rummaged my brain for the password but my mind was still feeling blocked, I was still regaining memories and I couldn't seem to remember the damn password.

'please, just let me get through' I pleaded to the Fat Lady 'please it's urgent'

She looked at me reluctantly but wouldn't let me go through. I was nearly crying when the portrait flung open, but it wasn't because of the Fat Lady. Ginny was standing at the portrait hole.

'y/n, what are you doing?' she asked alarmed, seeing the state I was in. My left hand was clutching my right side in agony and my eyes were bloodshot from crying.

'Ginny' I gasped 'please I need to go in, it's urgent'

She helped me get in but didn't ask any further questions. She most likely knew what happened since Fred was in the common room and was sat in front of an empty seat, that Ginny seemed to have been sitting in.

'he's upstairs y/n' said Fred, he looked tired

'Fred, I didn't know what to say' 

'I'm not angry' he sighed 'just go see him, okay?'

I nodded and slowly made my way up the boys stairs, having to hold on to the walls and stop at times to catch my breath. Once I reached the door, I was on the verge of collapsing. I knocked lightly and the door opened.

Lee was sitting next to George, who had his head between his hands. He excused himself when he saw me and gave me a sympathetic smile before leaving.

'George?' I whispered

'don't' he replied standing up and walking to the door, opening it 

'I'm sorry, I should have just shut up, I ruined everything y/n and it's all my fault' he said, putting his forehead on the door, avoiding my eyes

'close the door George, I'm not leaving'

He looked up startled and looked at me in the eyes. 

'what do you want then?' he asked frustrated

I didn't hesitate to answer this time because I knew what I wanted, I knew what I needed.

'you, George, I want you because I love you too. I love you so much it hurts. Seeing you with Olivia broke me into a million pieces and I didn't know what to say when you told me you loved me because I thought you had forgotten me completely' I cried, all my emotions were on overdrive 

I was now on the floor, I was in so much pain both emotionally and physically and felt like I was going to faint.

I felt his arms wrap around my body as he picked me up and placed me on the his lap while he sat on the edge of the bed. I was clenching on tightly to his shirt since the scent of it brought back all the memories with him. 

'I love you George, I love you so mu-' I repeated weakly

He raised my chin and kissed me softly, stopping me mid-sentence but I didn't care, I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the kiss spread from my lips down to my chest.

'I love you too' he whispered, placing his forehead on mine

I put my hands on his cheeks and kissed him back. He pressed his lips harder this time, making goosebumps appear all over my body. It went like this for a long time, the kiss becoming more heated and our breaths more agitated.

That was until I yelped in pain when I felt an incredibly sharp pain on my right side.

George looked down to where he had placed his hand on my waist. He lifted my shirt cautiously and to his horror, there was huge bruising right in the middle of my ribs, and on my right side, it was clear that my ribs were poking on my skin unnaturally. I hadn't noticed at the time because I had been so blinded by George.

'fuck, Edwards, we need to go back to the Hospital Wing, shit' he said freaking out

He lifted me up ever so delicately and carried me down. My injuries become more sore as the energetic feeling from his lips faded from mine. I barely noticed I was being rushed to the infirmary because my sight was turning foggy and the pleas telling me to stay awake were becoming fainter by the second. Finally, the world turned pitch black.

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I woke up the next day, it was noon and the only person in the room was George, he had dark circles under his eyes which was probably the reason he was fast asleep. Ron had already been dismissed considering his bed was empty and there was a letter from Hermione on the bedside. 

As I went to reach for it, I noticed the bitter taste on my tongue of some substance that had clearly mended my bones. It no longer hurt but it felt weirdly uncomfortable, as if the bone was rubbing bluntly on my skin. 

Before opening the letter, I chugged down the glass of water next to it. Then I read what was written in it. It explained everything that had happened the night before, she told me the truth about Sirius Black, his innocence and who truly was to blame. I finally understood why Scabbers was to blame. Then, she went on to explain that Buckbeak was alive, she had used a time-turner or something to save him and Sirius. I kept re-reading the letter as the first time I had read it, I hadn't been able to process anything.

Eventually, George began to shift in the chair. He was mumbling under his breath and I dropped the letter on the bed. 

'George' I whispered, attempting to wake him up

He groaned in reply initially but then, he woke up alarmed. 

'y/n, you're awake' he stated, he was still clearly a bit sleepy

'yeah dummy, I noticed' I laughed, slowly stepping off the bed, testing if my body was still hurting or not

'hey, hey, take it easy, you've been passed out for almost a whole day' he said approaching the bed and putting a protective arm to help me if I were to fell

'nothing hurts anymore, I'm fine' I reassured

I wanted to relive our moment last night. When I heard those words that made my heart melt and feeling the magnetism when our lips connected. 

'feeling better, huh?' he breathed, leaning in closer when I bit my lip and gently placed my hand on his chest as I recalled the heat of our kiss.

I blushed lightly and brought him even closer by laying my hand lazily on his shoulders. My mind was racing with his confession yesterday. His voice still echoed in my head.

'so what did you realise after you smelled the Amortentia?' I murmured tauntingly, our lips were inches away

George grinned and replied with a breathy laugh while his eyes were hungrily trained on my lips. He grasped my waist with one of his hands and the other grasped my neck, effectively satisfying our desperate needs.

'ahem' Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, she was standing alongside the Headmaster and Madam Pomfrey