lightweight ➳ george weasley

s i x t e e n

mia | september 16th
>ravenclaw dormitories

"come here, angel"

and i did. with no hesitation. i walked over to the boy in front of me and choked out a sob as i threw my arms around his neck.

his long arms came around to engulf my frame, his left hand coming to rest over the back of my head and his right hand held my waist tightly. my whole body was racking with sobs as i whimpered and hiccuped into his neck.

"i'm so sorry, mia. i'm so sorry" he said, his voice wavering and i could tell he was trying to hold back his tears, and i shook my head to his words.

"it's not your fault, george" i reassured, my voice thick with tears as he gently stroked his fingers against my scalp. i could tell he was hesitant to touch me, but when i broke away from his neck and looked straight into his eyes.

the familiar alive, brown eyes were rimmed with tears that were so desperate to fall, gazed back into mine and his eyesight darted to my neck.

"mia–" he started, his gaze not leaving the skin of my neck and i blinked slowly as i brought one of my hands up to feel at my skin of my neck. i could feel the harsh, angry bumps littered in a vertical motion down my skin. i winced, before drawing my hand away and averting my eyes back to george, who's own were full of concern.

"it's okay, it's okay" i repeated, and the look on his eyes brought tears back to my own and i shook my head, bringing my hand up to his face.

"i'm okay." i reassured again, and then the tears that were so desperate to fall, finally did. they rolled down his face and his lip quivered.

the moment we shared after was like nothing we had ever shared before. he gently leaned into my touch, closing his eyes and i watched as a small smile came to his lips as they stopped trembling so he could utter a sentence to me.

"i know you always joke–" he sniffled, "–about how you won't break when i touch you–" his lips quivered again but he continued,

"–but this time i'm scared you will"

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the remainder of our night was spent in my bed, but at around midnight i realised that i smelled of a mixture of vomit and firewhiskey, so i told george i was going to shower quickly then we could go to sleep.

i was now in the bathroom, standing in my grey bra and underwear, staring at the reflection of myself in the mirror perched on the wall.

my eyes were puffy, bloodshot and red and my neck was littered with angry, red lines. my hair, the front two pieces still being held up with the two yellow
clips, was knotted and frizzy as it bunched around my face.

as i grimaced at the look of my reflection, i thought back to the times george complimented me, my thoughts wandered back to the moment we shared in the classroom and i felt my face heat up at the thoughts.

"so pretty"

"doing so good for me"

or the time he saw me in my underwear, for the first time, and reassured me that whatever taylor had said, was a lie.

"you are more than interesting, mia"

however, no matter how many times i replayed those words in my head, even though i could hear him saying those things - there was always the tiny bit of doubt in my head that he was lying.

i didn't know how long i had been standing in the bathroom for, but it must have been for a while because my thoughts were interrupted when i heard george gently rap his knuckles against the door.