This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Twenty nine

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐡

The day before the match, the Slytherins were looking very smug, and the tension rose more between us and the Hufflepuff's.

"Okay," Wood said at lunch to us all. "I've come up with a plan."

"What for?" George asked.

"Backup in cases anything goes wrong," Wood said. "In case something happened to Harry, then Giselle will replace him as Seeker and Angelina will jump in as Chaser."

"Me, a Seeker?" I spluttered. "But im a Chaser. I've practiced seeking at least twice in my life—"

"You'll be fine. You've got it in your blood."

Staring indignantly at him, I took another spoonful of soup. "Nice to see your got faith in us."

I felt George look at me and clattered my spoon down. "George, could I talk to you outside for a second?"

"Sure," he mumbled.

Once we had both gotten out of the Great Hall, George cleared his throat. "Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you or— er— pushed too far—"

I interrupted his apology, avoiding eye contact but speaking strongly. "You don't have to apologize. Really. It was my fault. I overreacted."

"But why? What's been on your mind? I've noticed your anxious behavior, Zell. It's not hard to think you have a lot on your mind. Let me help you. Talk to me."

George said it so sincerely that I was considering spilling out everything.

"I'm fine. I don't need any help," I said sharply.

George furrowed his eyebrows and searched my face. I knew he could tell I was hiding something beneath the string exterior I put on for everyone else. He also knew I wasn't okay, either. The memory of my with the cuts on my wrist had haunted him every day since.

"Zell, please. Just let me in. I know you're hiding something—"

"I'm hiding it for a reason, okay?! I don't want you to know, or anyone, for that matter. If I wanted to tell you, I would. But I won't. Now excuse me, I'm going back to my lunch." I said harshly, tears brimming in my eyes.

—-

At four thirty in the bloody morning, I was woken up by Peeves blowing in my ear.

"What'd you do that tor?" I hissed, shooting out of my bed.

"No reason!" Peeves said, cackling softly and exiting the room.

I groaned, getting dressed and grabbing my broom, beginning to go downstairs.

I ignored the challenges that Sir Cardigan threw at me, and found only one other person in the Great Hall: Wyatt.

I ignored him and used my wand to summon food, beginning to eat.

"Oh it's you." he spat.

I peered up to see Wyatt staring down at me as if I were dung on the bottom of his shoe. Gulping, I stood up and went to stroll past him, plans to eat abandoned, all I wanted was to find Jacob and have him tell me that I was safe.

"No," he scoffed. "You don't get to leave so quickly. You and I are going to have another talk."

I narrowed my eyes. "As if! I've trusted you enough. I'm not going to fall for another one of your stupid lies! I am fine without you, I don't need you. Let me go!"

"I don't think you heard me correctly-" he grabbed a firm hold on my arm. "-we are going to have a chat. Silencio."

I tried to cry out for help but found that despite opening my mouth and calling, no sound came out.

I searched frantically for a sign of anyone, but the hall was deserted.

"Good," he whispered in my ear, shoving me into an empty classroom.

I was beginning to lose my breath, the panic sinking in. I had been going so well the last few weeks, no panic attacks, my mind had been relatively clear and she had managed to avoid Wyatt. Until now.

"Not so tough now are you?" he said, placing his hand on my cheek softly. "What about being strong, Giselle? Forgotten that like the weak little freak you are?"

Spitting on his face, I kicked him in the shin as he was distracted wiping it away. I knocked him to the ground and sat on top of him, holding him down as she swung her fist at him, again and again.

"Get off me!" he roared, successfully pushing me over with his advantage in size and then getting on top of me.

I tried to hold back my sobs as I realised I was trapped and couldn't get out.

Feeling his hand trailing along my side, I tried my hardest to focus on changing her appearance to my animagi, but under the ruinous amount of stress and anxiety I was under, it didn't work.

Wyatt smirked, leaning over my small frame, lips barely an inch from mine. "Get over it, Giselle."

As I felt him press his lips violently against mine, there was a loud blast and the door to the broom cupboard opened. I thanked Merlin for her great luck, but not before feeling Wyatt's hand roam around my chest. But as soon as it was there, it left as he let out a grunt and turned to the intruder.

"Get out!" he yelled. I was too busy getting as far away from Wyatt as possible to identify who it was.

"NO, YOU GET OUT!" screamed the intruder.

Wyatt, realising he was going to be in lots of trouble, immediately got up and ran out the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the silence that followed his departure.

"Hello?" the person questioned, crouching on the ground to get closer to me.

I tried to push myself farther away from the boy, but he simply placed his hands up, showing me he meant no harm.

"I'm Cedric Diggory," he explained.

I looked up, recognising the Hufflepuff. I had spied him around the castle, and recognized him and Lyra together around the castle.

"I heard a noise coming from this classroom while pacing. I thought it would just be another couple creeping around," he spoke softly. "But that wasn't the case. I came in as soon as I heard it getting worse. I'm sorry I didn't come earlier."

"Er- thank you." I mumbled, looking away. "Please don't tell anyone."

Cedric smiled and helped me up. "Lyra's told me so much about you. I'm excited to see what this match holds for us today."

He helped me up and I smiled wearily, trembling slightly. I- I'm going to go. I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you."

I stalked away and my lip trembled as soon as I faced the other way. Tears welled up in my eyes and I raced back to the Great Hall in attempt to calm down.

Wyatt Pierce was dead to me.