A/N: Hey everyone. Kso, i've planned up to almost the end so I thought I might as well write a chapter. Funny cause I say "everyone" but only 1 person is reading this so... yeah... Im going to make the summary more interesting so that more people shall be attracted to my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (sadly)
Belinda gnawed on her lip as she darted down corridor after corridor, her heating beating wildly and causing a low thudding sound in her ear. Her blood was pulsing from the adrenaline and fear before she rounded a corner and was confronted by a mass of death eater's. She slid back around the corner and pressed up against the wall, her breaths coming out short and sharp. Thankfully, they continued down the corridor without noticing her, and she managed to slip out and down more corridors. She ran up to a window and looked down into the courtyard to see giants, huge spiders, death eaters, stone warriors and people of the light side battling fiercely.
She ran down a flight of stairs and through the entrance hall out to the courtyard, her heart still beating like a drum in her ears. A squeak left her mouth as a giant swung his club at her and she only just rolled out of the club's wild path in time. Panic gripped her as she ran along, hearing and feeling the shaking of the ground as the club hit the ground behind her. He roared loudly at her and she felt his feet thudding against the ground as he chased after her.
Her foot got caught on a stone and she came crushing to the ground, her eyes going wide as she looked up at the triumphant giant. He raised his club and so she summoned un-known courage and acted on impulse, rolling away, leaping up and running as he began to swoop his club down. The club crashed into the ground and made the earth beneath her feet rumble, but spurred on by fear of what lay behind her she bolted towards a crashed in wall of the castle. As she came closer, she could feel the rumbling of the ground at the angry troll chased her.
Beads of sweat trickled down the side of her face, mixing with the blood from splitting her skin on the hard ground when she crashed. Belinda's breath came out in short rasps as she pushed herself faster, her muscles straining as they tried to go at the speed she wished to go. She reached the pile of rubble and stone from the collapsed wall and leapt over a large stone, stumbling on the rubble on the other side but managing to keep her footing. She continued to run, just out of sheer fear, but finally she realised that her echoing footsteps and the distant sounds of fighting were the only sounds. She whirled around and saw that she had long outrun the troll.
Belinda placed a hand on the wall beside her and doubled over, attempting to catch her breath. She'd stopped panting, so she straightened herself up and continued on down the halls, searching for people to aid. She looked around for any sign as to where she was, when she spotted a painting that she'd walked past quite frequently when at school. If her memory was serving her correctly, it was on the second floor. "Belinda, look out!" She heard a cry from her old Ravenclaw friend, Georgina. Her head snapped to the side just to spot a death eater who had his wand out within a second.
She raised her wand that was already tightly in her grasp but she was too late to cast a spell before him, instead she rolled out the way of the jet of purple light. He raised his wand to hit her with another spell but she had already gasped, "Confundo!" and she watched as his eyes became un-focused and he pointed his wand at the wall instead. "Avada Cadavra!" The confused death eater shouted, and horror appeared on both Georgina and Belinda's faces as the green jet of light rebounded off the wall and hit the death eater in the chest.
Belinda's hand was frozen pointed at his dead body and she looked up to exchanged a look with Georgina, when there was a shrill shriek from a death eater who had turned the corner. The death eater waved their hand and the mask vanished to reveal the face of Theodore Nott. Clearly, the death eater was Nott's mother as the death eater let out a wail and ran to the boy chanting in a woman's voice, "My boy, my beautiful boy!"
Mrs. Nott's head snapped upwards and she snarled. "You," the woman hissed as she jumped up and began firing spells at the girls, which they swiftly dodged and blocked.
"Crucio!" Mrs. Nott cast, and the spell hit Belinda in the chest. A million tiny needles had just been stabbed into her chest, followed by razors that sliced through the skin with ease and began to rip and tear apart her insides while the needles stabbed at her heart. The pain ceased and Belinda let the scream that had been escaping her lips drop as she curled into the fetal position and looked up to see Georgina cry, "Don't hurt her!" as Mrs. Nott turned her wand back to Belinda again. "She didn't do it!" Georgina persisted and Mrs. Nott turned back to Georgina.
"Avada Cadavra!" The green light flashed out of the woman's wand and rocketed straight for Georgina, whose eyes widened as it hit her in the chest and she fell back to the ground, forever her eyes locked in an expression of shock. "No," Belinda breathed, her eyes watering up with tears that slowly slid down her cheeks. "Georgina," she croaked, reaching out her hand for the dead girl.
"Crucio." Mrs. Nott was once again torturing her. The razors were back, along with the needles. And now butcher knives were crunching and crushing her bones along with the needles pricking her skin and the razors tearing up her insides. "Stop!" Belinda begged, more tears pouring as the pain became almost un-bearable and she writhed around on the ground. Her eyes rolled back into her hand as she clenched her hands tight and screeched, her pain-filled cries echoing throughout the corridors.
The sounds of distant fighting had faded for Belinda's mind was only filled with the non-existent pain that was inside of her and tearing her apart. "You think I believed that little girl that you had nothing to do with it? I saw you with your wand pointed at my baby! CRUCIO!" The pain became worse, for now her skin was slowly being torn from her body by hot iron pincers and her arms and legs were being diced into tiny little pieces. "P-please I didn't do it!" Belinda screamed as the pain in her chest intensified. "I didn't," she sobbed and let out another shriek. "P-please, I confu-nded him and it rebounded off the wall!" Belinda wailed, and suddenly the spell stopped, and when Belinda looked up Mrs. Nott was gone.
She curled into a ball and held herself, her body shaking and sore from all the torture. There was the sound of footsteps and she raised her head to see George running away from something. "Stupefy!" He tossed over his shoulder and she next her the sound of someone hitting the floor. Belinda had never been so glad to see her life-long crush. His hair was flecked through with dirt and he looked like he'd been through the works, which if she wasn't in such a horrible position would have made her swoon. "George," she said hoarsely, and his beautiful eyes locked onto hers.
George let out a horrified gasp and was instantly crouched down beside her, his hand resting on the side of his face as he inspected the cut on her forehead. "What happened to you?" His voice sounded desperate with a hint of crazed worry. Belinda began to cough to clear her airway of dust, but it came out as a hacking sound and quickly turned into a wail as the coughing racked her sore chest and tears spilled from her eyes. Warmth surrounded her and she found herself in George's arms as he pulled her closely to his chest, his face buried in her tangled mess of hair. She felt his lips against the top of her head as his large, strong hands soothingly rubbed her back.
"What happened?" George pulled back and stared deeply into her eyes. Belinda leant towards him and rested her head on his forehead. His minty breath blew into her mouth and tickled her cheeks whilst his musky, coconut scent engulfed her and filled her with such comfort and love she'd never felt before. "The- Theodore. I confunded him," Belinda's voice sounded croaky and weak to her own ears, so she cleared her throat and continued talking. "And the killing curse, it re-bounded off the wall and killed him. His mum, she killed Gina," tears leaked out of Belinda's eyes and George continued to rub her back in a soothing manner. "And then she tortured me," Belinda saw George's eyes go cold and his teeth clench together. "Because my wand was pointed at Theodore. She thought I killed him," Belinda was still annoyed with how weak and strained her voice was.
"I knew we shouldn't have split up," George hissed. Belinda let her eyes fall shut and her head dropped down to his shoulder. He pulled her into his lap and held her close to him. "Look what happened. I would've protected you," George whispered, and Belinda just chuckled weakly and winced at the pain that shot through her core.
"Or have ended up like Gina," Belinda murmured into his ear, and she felt him shiver whilst she blushed as her lips accidentally bumped against his ear.
"Don't make it so hard for me to protect you, Linda," George responded, before he wrapped an arm around her waist and slid the other one under her legs, lifting her up and into his arms. "Tut tut," George said in a playful tone. "Looks like little Linda needs big old George to take care of her yet again," Belinda swatted him on the chest, already feeling the soreness beginning to eb away, but she still felt very weak. "Shut up George," she mumbled into his chest. He carried her along carefully, and thankfully they encountered no death eater's along the way, and once they reached the entrance hall they discovered that a charm had been put up that was made to repel any death eater's.
George carried her into the great hall were they had set up a hospital area and George carried her over. "Just get me one of those energy potions, Georgie," Belinda said softly, resting her head up against the wall behind the bench she was sitting on. She watched as her red-headed hero wandered over to Madame Pomfrey and talked with her quickly. The busy matron waved her hand towards a cabinet and George returned a minute later with a potion in hand. "Drink up," George said, and she gulped down the small flask.
"Easy there, lioness," George took the flask from her hand and slipped it into his pocket, before offering his hand to her. She took it and let him pull her up, before her legs gave way and she fell into his arms. "Well, look whose throwing them self at me, hey?" George chuckled, receiving a harsh glare from Belinda.
"Shut up, George," she snapped. George whistled.
"Hit a nerve there, did I Linnie?" George continued to playfully tease her, and Belinda hated how he made her feel stupid for having feelings for him.
"I said shut up, George!" Belinda pushed herself out of his arms and stepped backs, her legs already feeling stronger from the energy potion. She turned and stalked away from him and out into the entrance hall. She leant against the wall and was soon joined by George, who placed a hand on her shoulder. "Im sorry, Linda. Don't be mad at me," George pleaded, but Belinda just 'hmph'ed and crossed her arms. George's hand slid from her shoulder around to her side and rested on her hip. Slowly, he moved it across her stomach to her other hip and whirled her around to face him.
Belinda's heart was thudding in her ears and her blood was racing. She could feel herself becoming light headed and was ultra aware of George's other hand resting on her other hip. "George?" Belinda's voice trembled, and she saw his eyes dart down to her lips and then back to her eyes. "What are you-" Belinda was interrupted by George's tender lips on her own. Her whole body froze up as the moment of her dreams was upon her and she couldn't think straight. All she knew was George's lips were pressed against her own, and they felt amazing as he tried to coax a response out of her.
Her body snapped back into function and her hands found their way into those locks of fiery red, her own lips moulding to his as she pressed herself flush against him. His hands gripped her hips harder and she let out a breathy moan, his tongue darting into her mouth as she opened it. He tasted like honey, smelt like coconut and felt amazing against her. She rested her forehead against his as they pulled their lips apart to catch their breath, staring deep into each others eyes.
George's pupils were dilated with lust and he licked his lips. "You taste like cherries," George whispered, and Belinda stared at him curiously. "I love cherries," George continued, making a smile arise on Belinda's features. "And you taste like honey, which you know is my favourite treat," Belinda giggled as George smiled back. He was beautiful, Belinda noted and her eyes zoned in on his silky soft hair. She slowly began to slip her fingers through it caressed his head. George made a sound of appreciation in the back of his throat before chuckling.
"What are you doing?" He asked, still grinning.
"Oh hush," Belinda breathed, focused on touching every part of his hair. "I've always wanted to do this," she whispered. George distracted her by again covering her mouth with his own and she snogged him senseless, pushing him up against the wall as she grinded against his erection. George moaned into her mouth and she finally pulled back against, gasping for breath this time. "Geese, you'd be feisty in bed," George said cheekily, and Belinda whacked him on the chest.
There was a distant echoing bang and the two were pulled out of their romantic moment with the reminder that they were still in the midst of a war. "We should probably," Belinda trailed off. George pulled away from her and nodded in agreement.
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