“Listen, we don’t want to ruin how your life is now.” Matteo explained. “But you can’t blame us for wanting to see our little sister.”
“You did see me.” I said. “And you let me continue living my life with that excuse of a father.”
“Why do you keep talking about him like that?” Matteo asked. “What did he do?”
What didn’t he do?
“All I’ll say is that when your mum wrote in her diary that Ted Pegas would never lay a hand on his children— that turns out to be a lie.”
“He hit you?” Ezra asked and sat up straight. “When?”
Why does he act like he care?
“Nick refuses to talk to me!” Nate’s voice made me jump as he entered the common room. “The boy is crying his eyes out. He had a full on panic attack but he won’t tell me what’s going on.”
“What?” I frowned, looking at Nate as he walked over and threw himself next to me.
“He was sitting in the corner of the shower—” Nate looked at me. “In that position, actually.”
I undid my arms from around my legs and put them down on the floor.
“He was full clothed with the water just pouring over him.” Nate continued. “If I find out who hurt him, I’ll murder them.”
“He didn’t say anything at all?” I questioned. “Not one thing that could hint to why he looks like a broken puppy?”
“No.” Nate shook his head. “He ended up screaming at me to leave, so I did because I figured he needs to be alone.”
I frowned before I swatted Nate’s chest.
“You left him alone?” I asked. “Are you dumb? Go make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid! Remember when I was in that state? Go!”
I pointed towards the door and Nate looked at me carefully before he realised I was right. He jumped off the sofa and sprinted out of the common room again.
Matteo and Ezra witnessed that.
“That was Nate.”
“One of the friends with the weed?” Matteo asked and I nodded quickly.
“Yep.” I gulped. “He smokes a lot. It’s because of a uh— back condition.”
What the fuck.
“Uh-huh.” Matteo nodded, a smile on his face. He obviously didn’t buy that. “So is he your boyfriend?”
My eyes widened and I immediately shook my head.
“Nate?” I asked. “Fuck no. I’ve had one boyfriend and he turned out to be a complete dimwit.”
How did I go from living with my dad whom I thought was an okay person, to sitting here with brothers I didn’t know about.
“Where do you live, Julie?” Matteo asked. “Because you’re still seventeen, meaning that if you were to live somewhere other than with your guardian, the decision has to be made by the ministry.”
“Well I could’ve lived with our mother.” I said, raising my voice a little. Matteo was taken back but he quickly composed himself, clearing his throat as both he as Ezra listened to me. “The ministry helped her and helped you escape. She could’ve decided to report him, to file an accusation and then she could’ve been allowed to take me with you, but she left me behind and that excuse she had written in her diary. It’s bullshit. Who in their right mind would leave their daughter with their abusive husband?”
Matteo and Ezra looked at each other before looking at me again, and neither of them said a word. They looked sad, almost ashamed.
“I’ve never had a good relationship to dad.” I explained. “He was always working, never wanted to have an actual conversation with me. He was always way too busy to spend time with his daughter. Sure, he bought me a dog and held a memorial when she died but what does that mean when I still didn’t get to have a proper and healthy relationship to my father? Yet, he decided that when I got a boyfriend, he should have a say, he should act protective and tell me to dump him because he simply does not like him. And then when I find out the truth, when I discover that my mother wasn’t a muggle, that my mother may have cared for me, when I confronted him about that, he hit me and kicked me out. I went to move in with my friend a few days before Christmas and on Christmas morning, he showed up and made a scene because he wanted me to come home.”
My eyes were full of tears and I was making hand gestures while I probably looked like a mess. I was just tired of this. This was why I didn’t want to meet my family. I was scared it would hurt and I was scared that I’d end up caring or bonding with them. That would just make it so much harder when they decided to leave again.
“My boyfriend had to sneak me out of the house—” I continued. “... so now my stuff is at his home but we’re not together anymore so yeah, I’m pretty much homeless when I finish school.”
I pulled myself up from the sofa and pulled my sleeves down before I turned towards my brothers.
“Listen, I am sorry for wasting your time but I never wanted you to come here. I have five amazing friends whom I consider family, so I don’t need any blood relatives. Plus, it’s not like you’re in need of a sister. Our mother replaced me.”
I left before they could say anything else. Hopefully they’d leave so I didn’t have to see them again. Now I was gonna find Angelina so I could get some answers as to why she finds it so amusing to toy with my life.
I made my way up through the castle until I reached the Gryffindor common room. I said the password and was let in. George still updated me on the password every time it changed. Must be a habit, seeing as Fred and I aren’t together anymore.
My feet carried me towards the table in the common room where Angelina and Alicia sat. I placed my palms roughly against the surface of the table, looking at Angelina. She smirked as she slowly lifted her head to look at me, while Alicia mumbled a ‘what the hell’.
“Did you get my surprise?” Angelina asked with a mocking tone to her voice. “Did you like it?”
“What do you want from me?” I asked. “You’ve got Fred. You already won, so what do you want from me?”
Angelina scoffed and closed her textbook before she stood up, pushing the chair back, and at the same time, I straightened up.
“You think I’ve won?” She laughed. “He doesn’t want me. He’s never fucking wanted me. Don’t you see, Pegas? It has always been you.”
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s always been me, yeah?” I asked. “Because cheating on me is the same as choosing me? Wanting me? You’re delusional. Just as delusional as Fred is for thinking he could get away with that.”
“What the fuck!”
My eyes widened and I turned at the sound of Ginny’s voice. She had been sitting on the sofa along with Harry, Ron and Hermione but currently she was standing, her full attention on me.
“Fred!” She roared through the common room before she bolted towards the stairs. “Frederick Gideon Weasley!”
I watched as Fred tiredly walked out of his dormitory, rubbing his eyes before he looked at his younger sister.
“I was taking a nap—” he sighed. “What is it?”
“Were we raised by the same woman or were you not paying any attention through any of the parenting mum did?!” Ginny yelled and Fred looked at her with confusion before he noticed I was in the common room. He sighed and seemed to understand what was going on before he looked at Ginny again. “Cheating on your girlfriend? Not only once, but twice? I thought I knocked some bloody sense into you after the first time but you just can’t help yourself, can you?!”
I don’t know.
“I’m going back to sleep.” Fred informed, his eyebrows raised. He turned around to walk back into his dormitory but Ginny grabbed his arm harshly and yanked him back. I moved my fingers over my lips, trying to hide the smile that was starting to form. “Ginny, let go of my arm.”
“You disgust me.” She told him. “It’s embarrassing to be related to you.”
“Right.” He nodded. ”Bye, Ginny.”
He walked back inside and shut the door closed. Ginny then turned around and walked down the staircase.
“So that’s why your friends came after him?” She asked and looked at me. I simply nodded. “Right, well, I’ll be sure to tell my mum. Hopefully she won’t let him in the house afterwards.”
I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at what I just witnessed, though my face quickly dropped when I realised I still hadn’t gotten my answer. I turned towards Angelina again who had her arms folded over her chest.
She was so nice in the first few years of Hogwarts but then Fred and I got together and she turned out to be a complete bitch.
“Why did you write my brothers?” I asked as the door to the dormitory opened again, though now it was George who came out to see what was going on. “It’s none of your business.”
“Oh, I was only trying to help.” She said innocently, placing a hand against her collarbone. “Freddie told me you wanted to see them.”
“Bullshit!” I spat. “You’re trying to get to me, to hit me in my weak spot but what you don’t know is that I don’t give a flying fuck. You can’t get to me.”
Angelina let out a laugh as she took a step towards me.
“Oh sweetie.” She pouted. “I already got to you. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”
I closed my fists by my sides, feeling my nails dig into my palms. I had already punched her yesterday. I wasn’t about to do it again.
“Alright—” it came from George before he wrapped an arm around my stomach to pull me back. I felt his breath against my ear as he lowered his voice. “Relax. If you keep punching her, it’ll end up waking the attention of one of the professors and you’ll just get in trouble.”
I took a deep breath and let George guide me back towards the painting and out through it.
“She’s up to something.” I told George when the painting closed again behind us. “She’s up to something but I have no idea what it is. My brothers are currently sitting down in the Hufflepuff basement because she wrote them, acting like she was my friend and worried about me. She’s gonna do something.”
George placed his hands on my shoulders before sliding them up to rest right under my jaw. He used his thumbs to gently push on my jaw, making my head tilt back and my eyes met his.
“Try and not focus on that right now. Stay out of trouble for just a couple of weeks while your face heals completely after the kick from her boot.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes before flicking them away to avoid his gaze.
“Jules—” he called my name and I looked at him again, pouting slightly which made him laugh. “Stop that. I’m being serious, J. I don’t want to see you get in trouble with the teachers. You’ll end up losing that shiny badge in your robes.”
He let go of me and I guided my hand through my hair while wetting my lips.
“I may have mentioned it to my friends that I gave you a blowjob in year four.” I decided to tell him as I started playing with the rings on my fingers again. George eyes widened for a moment before he looked over my head. “We were all very high and I don’t know— I guess it came out. I don’t remember saying it but Nate do.”
“Only Nate?” He asked and looked down at me again.
“I don’t know.”
“Because if that comes back to Fred at any point that we got down and dirty together, he’ll kill me. Even though it was before you and he started going out. He’ll kill me.”
“I know.” I sighed. “I told Nate to never mention it again and I’ll try and figure out if the rest of them remember it.”
George looked at me again and a smile formed on his lips while he nodded slowly. It was a cheeky smile, showing his teeth and when his eyes stared down into mine, it was like a shot of electricity shot through me.
His smile slowly faded and so did mine as we stood there, outside of the Gryffindor tower, staring at each other’s eyes with little distance between us.
George took a step closer to me, now standing so close that I automatically raised my hands to press against his chest. My lips parted and I felt my breath get heavier while it was like a lump formed in my throat.
He brought his left hand up to brush some of my hair off my shoulder, then his hand rested against the side of my neck.
We both started leaning in towards one another and I let out a heavy breath when I felt his breath against my face.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered, running my hand up to the back of his neck. He brushed his lips over mine for a short second, making shivers go down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin.
“I know.” He whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth. “We shouldn’t.”
Our lips met for a short second. A very short second where our tongues met. A short second where we shared the same oxygen and then our lips broke apart again, both of us breathing heavily.
“This is wrong.” I mumbled and he hummed in response, nodding slowly while his forehead rested against mine.
“So wrong.” He whispered. I felt his thumb brush over my bottom lip and as soon as he removed his hand from my face, our lips melted together.