Challenge Me; I Dare You

Chapter 12

   In the morning by the time I was awake everyone had packed and readied themselves for the trip to the Burrow, as the twins called it. To my luck Vincent had packed my clothing and such, though I decided to check my room just in case he had forgotten something.

My gaze flickered over the bedroom, beds were neatly made, clothes away. Everyone had either gone to their homes or their friends' houses or was down in the Great Hall eating breakfast. I went straight to my dresser, taking the photos that sat atop it. 

Something fell from a picture frame as I placed it in my trunk. With a look of confusion I bent down and picked up the object.

It was a locket, a plain silver locket. I racked my brain for any memories of such locket. With my frown still in tact I opened the locket, revealing a photo of my parents, smiling.

My eyes burned with fury, I tore the moving picture from the locket, crumpling it up I threw it in my dresser drawer. I sunk to the foot of my bed, looking down at the locket. Without the picture the locket seemed almost... Innocent...

I hooked the chain of the locket around my neck, standing I finished packing and went down the stairs, my flats making like clicking sounds as I did.

“Piper?” Vincent called. I flashed him a quick smile, retreating to George’s side as soon as I was down the stairs. “Ready, love?” I nodded at George, allowing him to take my hand in his.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Weasley.” I murmured politely. “As too you, dear. And please, call me Molly.”

I smiled at the red haired woman, still slightly groggy from my nap on the train. Molly seemed awfully friendly, as well as motherly.

‘Unlike my mother.’ I thought sourly, automatically my hand clenched around my locket. A burning feeling in my chest as I pictured their smiling faces.

“Boys, please show Vincent and Piper their rooms.” Molly commanded, waving us off, towards the stairs.

George took my hand, in comparison my hand looked like a child’s in his, despite my slender fingers. Fred and George escorted us up the stairs, showing us to our rooms.

As I stumbled into my room, due to my heavy luggage. I heard the door click shut behind me. I set my trunk aside, turning I faced George, realizing he had followed me in.

“How do you like it? It’s not much, but its home.” George murmured, moving towards me he took my hands, pulling me onto the quilted bed.

“I love it, homey, friendly.” I replied truthfully, gazing up at him. I pictured my old home, how cold it was...

“I’m happy you like it.” George muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Something about returning to the place he calls home brought out tenderness in him. Because, he knew he belonged here.

I tilted my head up ever so slightly, capturing his lips before shifting away. George smiled, his eyes lighting up as he encircled his arms around my waist. The mischievous look in place.

Suddenly he began to tickle my ribs, causing bubbles if laughter to escape my lips. I struggled in his grip, giggling madly despite myself. His tickling eased, much to my relief.

I sighed quietly in content, leaning against his chest. I really have gone soft for this boy..

But honestly, I didn’t mind...