messy // george weasley

ch17: Grassy Hillsides

    Willow reached her hand out to touch the chest of the man in front of her. Her hand moved with his breathing and his heartbeat seemed to shake her entire body as she pressed her palm harder into him.

She had the overwhelming need to touch him. To grab him. To push him. Hurt him. Why did she want to hurt him?

She had never felt such an odd mixture of rage and excitement in her body. Every time his heart beat, the feelings inside of her stirred. So she quickly placed her other hand onto his chest, pushing even harder into him.

But he wasn't budging.

No matter how hard Willow pushed, the body in front of her continued to remain still. The only movement was the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he took.

It felt like she was giving it her all. Every ounce of her body was trying to press her hands deeper into him. She didn't want him to be in front of her anymore. All she wanted was for him to finally get out of the way. It already felt like she'd been pushing on him for ages.

Off in the distance of wherever she was, she could see another body. It was waving its arms, seemingly motioning for her to come closer to it. And that's where she wanted to go. She wanted to go to that person, so please, can the man in front of her just move?

Desperation overtaking her, Willow dug her nails into the fabric covering the man's chest. But that was met with no reaction, just like everything else she had done to him. The only movement in his body was inhaling, exhaling, and the heartbeat still shaking her to her core.

Willow now realized she didn't even know what he looked like. She had only been focusing on his chest, forgetting that his face may give away the answers she sought. But as she titled her head upward, she was met with pure darkness, except two hard brown eyes shining through. Where was the rest of him?

He didn't even seem to want her there. He wasn't looking at her, he wasn't stopping her from moving on, he wasn't even touching her. So was this all her fault?

She felt hopeless. She felt defeated. She just wanted to move past this body, but nothing she did was working.

So maybe she wasn't doing enough?

Willow felt her mouth open as she attempted to speak. But no matter how fast she moved her lips, no noise was coming out. The man was now standing above her; in all her silent confusion he had suddenly grown several inches taller.

A familiar hand reached down to her as Willow realized she was sitting on the...ground? She tentatively took the hand of the figure before it swiftly pulled her upward.

As she became level on her feet, her surroundings changed to a place she'd never seen before. It didn't seem like there was anything but grass anywhere near them, except for the same figure off in the distance still motioning for her. Only large, green hillsides that went on for ages surrounded her and the figure in front of her.

The figure in front of her.

Willow realized that she'd now be able to see his face. The darkness that had once encompassed them was gone. What seemed like sunlight shone in her eyes as she finally glanced up at the boy who had saved her.

"I've waited so long for this."

The words floated out of his mouth, each individual syllable hitting her in the face. Her head was forced backward six times before she was finally able to look up at him. He had just saved her life. She wanted to thank him.

Willow scanned his face as he beamed down at her. His clear blue eyes seemed so familiar. She had to know him from somewhere. His name was rattling around in her brain, but the word wasn't connecting with her vocal cords. But Willow was positive she knew who he was.