Fighter᛭ George Weasley *BEING REWRITTEN*

05| Not The Same Emilia Anymore

FIGHTER

5. Not The Same Emilia Anymore

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EMILIA

THE room I was in felt hot and I could feel drops of sweat running down my back. My hair was sticking to my skin and could feel my muscles aching from the amount of strength I exhorted into my punches but that didn't stop me.

I was so focused on my punching that I didn't hear someone open the door and stand behind me until I felt a hand be placed on my shoulder. I quickly reacted by gripping their wrist tightly and I spinning my body around. My movement twisted their arm with enough force to send them tumbling to the ground. I stood above them with my hands in fists, ready to attack before gasping loudly and slapping my hands onto my mouth. The person was George who was groaning in pain from landing hard on his back. "Oh my god! George!" I cried out as I knelt down beside him.

I placed a hand on the back of his shoulder and helped him into a seated position which caused more groans to fall from his mouth as he leaned back onto his hands. "I'm so sorry," I apologised but he waved it off; "My fault. I should have spoken first."

I shook my head and remarked back; "I probably would have broken your nose if you did."

My remark caused us both to laugh as we remained seated on the floor. I noticed his eyes were locked on one of the many runes I had and that were exposed as I was only wearing a purple sports bra that showcased my cleavage which George was trying not to stare at and matching compression tights.

He shifted his weight onto one of his hands and used his free hand to lightly grab onto my right bicep. I could feel his thumb tracing the rune that was underneath his thumb then asked me; "What does this one mean?"

"It's my healing rune. Comes in handing sometimes," I answered his question as I placed my hand over his.

Our eyes remained locked on each other's until his eyes moved away to notice my bracelet lying beside my open bag. He removed his hand from under mine and pointed towards the bracelet. "Is that just a fashion accessory or just a disguise for a deadly weapon?" he dramatically asked me causing me to roll my eyes and chuckle lightly under my breath.

I jumped back onto my feet and walked over to it before sliding it onto my right wrist. My actions caused George to scramble to his feet as he looked at me in fright. My lips turned into a smirk as I felt my bracelet came alive and slid off my wrist, transforming into a whip. His eyes widened as he stared at the whip before he watched my arm move forward to wrap the whip around his wrist. I pulled with all my strength which caused him to stumble over to me. He stopped just in front of me and my smirk grew when I noticed his eyes trying not to stare down my top but he couldn't really avoid it as he had to look down at me to see my face. Curse being over a foot shorter than him.

Feeling very bold, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to my height while I raised onto my toes. But my confidence and smirk disappeared when his hands grabbed onto mine and pull them away from him. "What?" I said as my brows frown in confusion when I saw his expression soften to almost look at me in sympathy.

George didn't respond but his expression said everything. I ripped my hands away from him and stormed away from him. "Emilia," I could hear him calling out to me but I ignore him.

Blame my stubbornness but I was hurt. I just thought...it doesn't matter now because I guess I misinterpreted how he felt towards me.

I continued ignoring him as I tightened my black straps around my wrist. I began bouncing on the ball of my feet and used my frustration in my hits which caused the bag to fly around. My punches got stronger but it allowed me to ignore George whose eyes I could feel staring at me. I guess he finally got frustrated with me as I felt his hand tightly grip my bicep to stop my punching. "Em, please just listen to me," he almost begged me which just caused me to roll my dark eyes at him.

"Don't worry. I got the message," I faked a smile towards him before ripping my arm out of his grip.

I loosened the straps around my wrist and grabbed my wand that was hidden inside a pocket of my tights and with a wave, the equipment I was using disappeared. Once I had removed my straps, I threw them into my open bag before grabbing my black hoddie from inside it and threw it on to cover up my exposed cleavage and stomach. I zipped up my bag and threw it over my shoulder before exiting the room, not realising that George was following me until he jumped in front of me which halted me from walking.

"Emilia, please just listen to me," I felt his hands lightly grip my upper arms as he spoke to me.

My frustration towards him had faded when we locked eyes and I smiled towards him. "Don't worry. I'm just not the same Emilia that you remember," I explained to him before raising onto my toes and lightly pecking his cheek.

I didn't give him time to respond as I walked away with my hips swinging from side to side and I could feel him watching me walk away.

What I said to him was true; I wasn't the same Emilia anymore. But I didn't think it's a bad thing. 

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