Selcouth [G.W]

Chapter 3

I walk through the train's narrow halls looking for the ginger-headed twins. I turn to see them in one of the cars talking. I don't hesitate to open the door, stepping inside. They turn their heads to look at me, George quickly smiling.

" bloody hell your eyes are red as a tomato," Fred says with wide eyes. I put my lips into a line rolling my eyes.

" Well hello to you to Freddy," I say sarcastically sitting down near the window next to George.

" Hey, Millie," George says next to me, I turn to face him with a lopsided grin on my face.

"Hey George, see Fred," I say looking back at him pointing to George, "that's how you greet a friend you haven't seen in two bloody months Did you not miss me?" I ask, leaning over and hitting his arm with a fake offended expression on my face. Fred rolls his eyes rubbing his arm.

"Freds sorry, of course, we missed you Millie." George says chuckling, patting his hand on my thigh gently, keeping his hand there but looking back at Fred.

" yes we did miss you. " he says," it's just hard to focus on that when you come in here looking like a vampire" he continues putting his two-pointers fingers in his mouth making fangs laughing, George joining him, I roll my eyes but laugh with them.

After our laughter dies down I look at my thigh to see Georges's hand still there. A bristle under my skirt, he looks at me then down at his hand pulling it away quickly.

" Hey, you guys cut your hair," I exclaimed, finally getting a good look at the two of them. They look older with short hair. I guess that's the point this is their last year... wow it's their last year.

" yes we did I lost a bet, so George chopped it off. He ended up liking it too so I chopped his off. " Fred explains to me. I hum looking more closely at Georges's hair it looks really soft.

Before I could even process what I was doing I scoot closer to George turning his head, I start to run my hands through it delicately. it is soft. has it always been this soft?

"Are you enjoying yourself over there Mill's ?" Fred asks laughing. I look at him and furrow my brows letting out a confused chuckle. 

What is he on about?

I turn my head back to George, And it hits me what Fred was teasing me about, Both of my hands were in Georges's hair, my torso turned slightly. Our thighs touched, his head was turned to me so our noses were centimeters apart. 

I was too close.

I quickly stop what I'm doing pulling away from him. Making Fred let out a silent laugh. George sat there quietly looking at Fred. What are you doing millie? I think the coke is hitting me a lot harder than I care to admit.

I mummer a quick sorry and pull my bag from my shoulder taking a joint out of it I put it between my lips, "so what are you guys doing after you get out of here?" I ask changing the subject.

Fred shrugs his shoulders, " We don't know yet, But me and George had the same dream a few months back didn't we Georgie?" I grab the lighter from my pocket quickly lighting it. I let the smoke paint my throat before exhaling it through my mouth.

" yea we did, it was crazy," he explains glancing at me.

"what was it about?" I hand the joint to Fred who takes it from me smoking it.

" We owned a prank shop together, it was surreal and not a bad idea, it sounds good but we don't know. We wouldn't even know where to start." George elabrotes laughing gently, Fred hands him the joint, and George takes it from him inhaling it through his mouth and out his nose.

" wicked." I reply in astonishment. It wasn't a bad idea and it fits them. George hands me back the joint, our hands grazing each other as I grab it, unexpected goosebumps crawl up my skin.

" I'm gonna go to the Lou," Fred announces standing up from his seat walking out leaving me and George alone.

George turns his body so he is now facing me in the seat. I mirror his gesture and face him also, his smile dropping when he looks at me, "merlin's beard millie Fred was right your eyes are red." he says squinting his eyes at me. I roll my eyes chuckling.

" I would expect so I'm high". He laughs softly, shaking his head at me.

I widened my eyes at him, " can I try something on you?" I ask quickly remembering a trick I've been wanting to try on someone? Draco wouldn't let me. I begged him and he kept saying no I've been wanting to try it out ever since I saw this couple do it at this party.

"um shore what is it?" George says skeptically, I smile brightly that he agreed. I giddily grab the bag that was sitting on the other side of me. I grab the joint that hangs in my mouth putting it out in front of his face. He looks at the joint then to me furrowing his brows.

" Okay- I see the joint what's the point of this?"

"It's a surprise but I need to be close... Can I like to sit on your lap? just for a second, you can say no," I explain. I need to be close to do it but I need his consent. I don't want him to be uncomfortable.

George tilts his head in a mixer of curiosity and confusion, "Um sure."

I nod going to climb on him but halting my movements, "Keep your hands to yourself okay?" My manner is nonchalant and joking but I'm serious. I can't... I can't have people touch me not when I'm trying my hardest to keep my thoughts at bay. That memory out of my mind.

George grins, "Of course, look but don't touch," I grin back nodding finally climbing on his lap but leaving a good amount of space between us. George clears his throat but doesn't say anything.

I put the joint back between my lips wiggling gently underneath him to get more comfortable. " I'm gonna smoke this then I'm gonna bring it to your lips when the smoke leaves my lips you're gonna inhale the smoke I just exhaled alright?" I explain the process to him quickly and my excitement resurfacing. He nods slowly processing everything.

I grab my lighter from my pocket for what feels like the 100th time today and relight the joint after lighting it. I inhale the smoke grabbing the joint between my fingers. I lean forward putting my hand on his shoulder.

Once our noses are touching I blow the smoke out, George slowly inhales all of it. He blows the smoke in my face with a checky keeping eye contact with me. I fake annoyance but match the grin. All of a sudden he burst into laughter making me laugh with him.

After it dies down reality hits me. I was still in his lap and I now had no reason to be. I get off-putting my hair behind my ear feeling slightly sheepish for a reason unknown to me.

I handed him the joint that was still in my hand having no purpose for it. I was high enough and I don't mind sharing with my friends. He takes it from me, our hands grazing each other as he did.

He touched me.

Just like that as if my mind needed a tiny reason to spiral it does. I could feel his callous hands on mine, gripping my thighs and grabbing my legs. I could feel everything all over again. My breathing started to pick up and I knew exactly what was coming.

Fred walks back and my face snaps to him," Oui what's wrong? you look like you just got sucked by a dementor and George looks redder than a baby's rash," He jokes laughing.

I quickly get up from my seat making George look up at me with slight worry. I need to get out of here. I need to calm down, " I'm gonna... I'm gonna go change since we're almost there, I'll be right back." I half lie, taking my bag with me and leaving not waiting for a response.