Friends | 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

chapter 45

year 6.

Hallies pov.

i had spent two weeks away from school with my family. mourning my sisters death. nothing about it made it feel any more real. i still felt like i would be getting a letter from her any day.
but, the day of her funeral changed that. when i saw her body, lying there in that casket and she looked to pale, to peaceful, to stiff. almost like she would pop up and laugh about how she tricked us all. but it didn't happen, no matter how hard i stared at her or wished she would wake. nothing happened and nothing changed.

when i got back to school it felt like nobody noticed the one student who was gone for a couple of weeks. it almost felt like Cedric's death all over again. how everything was back to normal. the only thing was at school it didn't feel like the same school spirit, it felt restricted, sad. now this is how it was supposed to feel after Cedric's death.
i assumed because of Umbridge. Sage sent me letters informing me about what happened. i replied only once in a while because i didn't have the energy to try and write, and when i did i didn't know what to say.

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"Sage?" i said, knocking on the dorm room door that was cracked open. the door opened and creaked as i walked in.
Sage was laying in her bed asleep with a companion, Fred.
i quietly walked over to my bed and began unpacking my suitcase. i wasn't going to wake her, she looked to peaceful, besides, i didn't want to hear more talk about how my sister was dead.

after unpacking i sat on my bed, i kind of missed the place i had rotted in for the whole school year. it was strange.
i laid onto my back and suddenly there was a light knocking on the curtained window.
i immediately sat up. George?
he knew the day and time i would be getting home, how did he get here so fast? a smile pulled on my lips as i rushed to open the window. my heart beating quicker. i didn't realize how much i missed him. i also missed my heart beating for a good reason, for the excitement not the pure dread and horror of bad news.

i pulled open the curtains and there he was, sat on his broom flying mid air, cold air blowing his ginger hair out of his face and making his cheeks and nose red. he looked so adorable.
in one hand he was holding a couple of different flowers, and the other was gripped tightly around the handle of the broom.
i quickly unlocked the window and pulled it up, letting cold air in, i shivered.

"hey" he smiled. i really did miss him. and his warm hugs.
"hi" i said.
"hop on"
i did what he said and climbed through the window, he helped me gently mount onto the broom. i immediately wrapped my arms around his warm torso. i missed this, i missed him.

i closed the window, leaving it cracked. George and i zoomed off as we left. the harsh winds whipping us in the face. i enjoyed the numbness of the cold wind and the look of pure white covering the trees and the grounds, as well as the dark roofs of the school. it was beautiful. i leaned my head against George back and now held onto the flowers he had given me. they seemed to be wild flowers which meant so much more. he went out of his way to find fresh flowers away from the snowy grounds and picked them for me.
i knew this was a gesture, he didn't want to say 'sorry that your sisters dead' he just did it instead.

my eyes watered up. i'm not sure if it was the cold air, the gesture of George and his flowers, or the way i had so dearly missed my sister. but i bet to myself it was all of them.

we soon landed on top of the lightly snow brushed Astronomy tower. it had been a little while since we had been up here. i remember George trying to convince me to join Quidditch.
i mounted off of the broom and felt dizzy as i leaned against the snow coated railings. i looked over at the iced lake and the muted gray sky.
George leaned next to me, he stared at me rather than the view. it made me blush.

i looked over at him.
"what?" i spoke quietly, the wind taking away my breath.
"i worry for you." he spoke, turning to look out at the view now. i looked down below, taking notice of how high up we were.
"i know" i almost laughed. it wasn't funny, but something about loosing one of my best friends and then my sister was hard to wrap my head around.
"you barely wrote me back. i was afraid.. maybe you felt differently about us.." he finally looked back up at me. i furrowed my eyebrows because i didn't understand.
"how could i?"
George shook his head. "what am i saying? you lost your sister.. and your friend. i can't imagine the feeling." he gave me a sympathetic look. i hated those.

we sat in a silence that felt like hours were going by. i know it was just minutes but it felt like ages.
"it's really hard." i swallowed harshly, my throat and mouth dry. i could feel nerves crawling up my skin.
George looked at me without a word.
i breathed in a deep breath of the sharp cold air.
"i didn't know it would be so hard.. until i am trapped inside my head.." i looked down below, noticing how close i was to the edge, i could feel the feeling of churning in my stomach.
George looked almost as if he wanted to cry. he felt bad for me which made me feel bad.
he reached out his hand and rested it upon mine and the flowers gripped tightly in nmh fist.

i looked at him, our eyes connecting. the warmth i felt in those eyes. God i missed it. i could remember the first time i looked into his eyes, and how i fell for him over time. being his friend was magical, but being in a relationship was ethereal.

"i wish i could do more." George spoke softly. i could feel his hot breath against my face. and i didn't realize how close we were until he was looking down upon me and i was looking up at him.
"so do i.." i whispered. we took another long pause, this time staring at each other. George eyes lingered on my lips and then he looked back up at me.

a small smile pulled on my lips as i reached to grab the corners of his zipped up coat and pulled him in, our lips connecting together. the warmth of his against mine. it was something i missed, something i could never explain how good it felt unless you were actually feeling it.
my stomach was twisting in the best way possible as his cold hands hit my cheeks, my skin tingling at his gentle touch.
my mind swirled into directions i wish it hadn't. i longed to feel his hands touching me, his lips grazing along my skin.

we had pulled apart and the moment had been ripped away. my skin was on fire, my ears red and hot, the both of us panting as we looked away from each other. i knew he felt it to, but not now. now wasn't the time. not just yet.

1299 words.

i was never here...