“Do you want to talk about it?” George asked as he gently rubbed my arm with the cloth while I sat in the tub, my knees pulled up to my chest. “I respect it if you won’t but I know you might feel better if you do.”
Maybe it would be best if I talked about it. I knew I could trust him so why shouldn’t I? I also knew he would listen and not interrupt. He would be there for me.
“I was scared.” I sighed. “When I first woke up in that cellar. I didn’t remember who exactly grabbed me. I remember waking up because of a noise by the window and then something was pulled over my head. They choked me until I fell unconscious and then I remember waking up in that cold and dark room. I got up and I tried to walk away but I didn’t know I was chained to the wall so I fell and hit my face. I think that’s where I got the split lip and eyebrow from.”
George ran a few fingers back and forth on his lower lip, watching me while he still helped washing me. He was too good to me. I didn’t deserve him.
“When I realised Sebastian was in there with me, I cried even more. I don’t know if that was because of this terrified feeling or if it was because I was in it with my brother.” I said. “Maybe I felt relieved that I wasn’t alone. Does that make me a horrible person?”
“No.” he spoke firmly. “Definitely not. Of course you were relieved you weren’t alone. That’s only understandable.”
“I feel like a horrible person.”
“Don’t.” he said and placed his hand against my jaw, making me look at him. “You are not a horrible person.”
I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch. It felt amazing to be here, back in his presence. I felt George lean in and his soft lips pressed to mine. Merlin had I missed this. The butterflies from kissing him. It may only have been a week but it felt like years without him.
“I’m going to tell mum to postpone the wedding.” he whispered when he pulled back. “You need time to heal from this.”
“No.” I protested. “I don’t want to postpose.” “Darling, you were just kidnapped.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to wait with marrying you. I want to be married to you, George. I wanna be your wife and I want to be that after I finish school.”
“Finish school?” he frowned. “You’re not actually thinking about going back, are you?” “Of course I am.”
“You were kidnapped from your dormitory.”
“I know that!” I exclaimed. “Of course I know that. I was the one bloody experiencing it. My own fucking father held me hostage because he wanted me to be a death eater. If Molly and Fred came a day later, it would’ve been too late.”
“My father was planning on having the Dark Lord come over next day to give us the dark mark.” I said, calming down. “I-I was going to be a death eater and I was so fucking terrified.”
I had used that word a lot in the past week. Before, I barely used it but I was so angry that this had happened that it felt like the right word. George who had tensed up a moment ago, relaxed and ran his hand through the side of my wet hair.
“I don’t like the thought of you going back to the same school you were taken from.” he softly said, his eyebrows coming together in a frown. “I just want you to be safe and if you go back, I can’t be a hundred percent sure that you are.”
“I know it’s scary.” I told him. “I’m scared too but this is my future we’re talking about.” “You can work in the shop with Fred and I.”
“And I would absolutely love that but my plan has been to become an auror and that’s still what I want.” I said. “Maybe some day I’ll even be able to earn money from my drawings.”
George let out a sigh, watching me with frustration in his eyes. “I never knew loving someone could hurt so badly.”
“Does that mean you’re okay with me going back to Hogwarts?”
“No but can I stop you? Kathleen will just have to keep both eyes on you at all times.” he said, leaning in to kiss me. Kathleen wouldn’t be able to keep her eyes on me at all times. Most my classes were without her but I wasn’t going to remind him of that.