messy // george weasley

ch11: One-Sided

TW: mature content ahead (masturbation, consensual watching)

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Willow had been laying in bed, staring into the darkness since six this morning. Whenever she had something to do the next day, whether it be exciting or scary, it was rare for her to sleep an adequate amount the night before. So, just like always, Willow had been awake for hours, mulling over everything she wanted to say to Dean tonight.

A short while after Willow had sent her letter to Dean yesterday she received a response from him, confirming their plans. She was scared of getting upset at whatever he had to say, so she had asked him to the bakery as a place to be comfortable.

Her main worry was that he would take this the wrong way. Knowing Dean, it seemed that he interpreted all her signs in the wrong directions. Asking him to meet her at the bakery meant she risked him trying to come upstairs and make himself at home.

But she planned to not let him past the front area. Whether their conversation was positive or negative, one thing was for sure: she didn't want to do anything physical with him tonight.

Would she ever want to again? That was to be determined.

She turned her body towards the wall and watched as Bartholomew lazily opened his eyes to look at her. Reaching her hand out, she began to scratch his head to which he responded to with a yawn.

Willow yawned back as he settled his head back into the crook of his front leg. She couldn't help but envy that he had nothing in this world to worry about except what spot in the apartment was best for napping.

She shifted to her back as she began to pick at her nail bed. The digital clock on her bookshelf read 9:56, four minutes until the Weasley's store opened. She could already hear the bustle of Diagon Alley from below her window and she knew that Seth would arrive at the bakery in about two hours.

And yet it seemed nothing was going to get her out of bed.

She ran over her prepared speech for the night a few more times in her brain as time passed. It was past ten by now since she could hear the whirring of the ginger robot lifting his top hat up and down. And just as her eyes fluttered shut in an attempt to catch up on a bit of her sleep, she heard a ringing noise sound.

Willow quickly sat up as her head turned to the left. She caught a look at the small plastic box vibrating along the top of her dresser as she stood up to investigate. Staring at the small green screen at the front of the cell phone, she rolled her eyes as the words "NICHOLAS SWEETWOOD" flashed across it.

She picked it up as she searched for the button her dad had taught her to use when answering. Growing up in a half-muggle family meant that she understood some of their technologies, but a lot of it remained foreign.

Once she had moved out of her parent's house, her dad insisted on buying her a cell phone since he hated the wizard postal system. Willow wasn't one to argue with how much Willow's dad loved to complain about owls, so she accepted the gift with a promise of learning how to use it.

She thought herself stupid as she realized it would be the large green button, so she clicked it as she walked to her chair in the corner.

"H-hello?" she questioned as she held the phone to her ear. "Dad?"

"Willow!" her dad's voice came bellowing out of the small speaker. "Darling, you alright?"

Willow smiled as she heard her dad's voice for the first time in weeks. "Hi, daddy. I'm doing okay, how are you? I miss you guys."

"Oh, sweetie, we miss you more," he responded. "We got your, uh, bird this morning. Your cookies are delicious as ever."

Willow laughed. "I'm glad to hear it, dad. Is mama with you, too?"