A/N: I AM A LAZY, DISGRACEFUL PERSON AND FOR THAT MY DARLINGS I AM TERRIBLY SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN TO LEAVE THIS FOR SO LOOONNGGG, I'M SO LAZY! BUT WAIT BEFORE YOU THROW SHIT AT ME - I got caught up in my RP sites, school, and then I was sick for 2 weeks so... but i've finished my homework now (BE PROUD) so I thought i'd update this story! Now it's been like a month, so i'm going to sum up the story in a few words so you don't have to go back and read it all again. You ready for this:
Last time, Belinda, George and Fred were in the war battling it out while Harry went off to go die, when Fred died and Belinda got hit by a spell that sent her into a coma. She didn't wake up for 3 years, and during that time George fell in love with Angelina and Draco fell in love with Hermione. Belinda woke up and found out that George and Angelina are getting married, so naturally she was heart-broken and turned to Draco and Hermione. She's moved into Malfoy Manor for the time being. Angelina's a total bitch to everyone but through George's POV we find out that she's just heart-broken and often speaks in an angry tone which people pass off as bitchiness but she's actually a sweet girl who just loves George and his dead twin, Fred. And that's what you missed, on GLEE. :P I mean TIW.
Belinda ran her hands through her hair and let out an exhausted yawn. Where was she again? She stared around the room in a daze, feeling an uncomfortable ache in her back as she slowly sat up from the couch. Her neck cracked and she winced - she'd always hated the sound of bones cracking when they slid back into place. It was unsettling because it reminded her of the cracks of war, when bones were crushed and snapped clean in half, screams piercing her ears and making her want to clean them out, blood pooling on the floors as people she knew fell to the ground - Belinda halted her thoughts. She didn't want to go down that path with her thoughts, not again. She was so sick and tired of the memories flashing before her eye and as she had only just recently woken up, whilst everyone else had partially moved on she was behind.
It was a horrible feeling for Belinda. She was left behind everyone else who had moved on, found love, rebuilt their lives and had found peace within themselves whilst she desperately tried to reach for a happiness that she would not, could not find. All she wanted was happiness and she was so lost with everything that was going on. It befuddled her how they could all be so happy, because for Belinda the war felt as if it was still happening but it was not, it had ended without her and she hadn't been able to do a damn thing to help!
Rage swept through her body, igniting her bones in its path and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. The air hissed as it squeezed in through the cracks and she suddenly remembered where she was. The rage ebbed away as her eyes landed on her sister's sleeping figure huddled up close to her little brother whose arms were wrapped in a protective manner around the tiny girl. Her locks that weren't the dark, raven hair of Belinda but more of a softer but still deep brown were fanned out across her head.
With the escape of a whimper from Toby, Belinda ignored her aching bones and leapt up, moving over to her brother's side as he twitched and clutched Jamie so tight she woke up with a gasp. "No! No! Mummy, daddy, leave them alone!" He wailed as his face crinkled in a frown. "DON'T TOUCH JAMIE!" He roared and Belinda realised just what he was having a nightmare of. She shook him roughly but he didn't awake, still clutching Jamie to him like his life depended on it. With a slight growl, Belinda ripped his arms away from Jamie who gasped for breath and in response, Toby's eyes snapped open and he let out a startled sob.
He rolled onto his side and reached out for Belinda as she slid into the bed beside him, drawing him onto her lap and placing a kiss on top of his head. His sandy locks tickled her chin and she wiped away the tears as they slid down his cheeks. With a frightened look that ripped Belinda's heart into shreds, he sucked in a deep and shaky breath. "You weren't there, why weren't you there Bellsy?" He was the only one Belinda had ever allowed to call her that because how could she refuse those cerulean blue eyes when they peered up at her? Jamie squeezed her way into the embrace, snuggling into her big sister in a way that warmed Belinda's heart and seemed to make Toby's tears ease a little as he hugged his little sister. "I'm sorry." She muttered into Toby's hair as a big, fat tear rolled down her cheek and landed on his hair.
"But why weren't you there? You have magic, you could've stopped the baddies! Why weren't you there?" Belinda's eyes widened as one of the objects in the room exploded whilst Toby's eyes burned with accusation. She'd suspected her brother might be magic but she didn't realise that the magic that had exploded the figurine was not at all Toby's. He gasped and looked behind him before he frowned and turned to Jamie who glared at Belinda. "Why you let dem take mummy and daddy! You make Tobe sad!" She cried out, anger flashing in her faded blue eyes as she wriggled out of Belinda's grasp. Sparks flew out of her hands and Belinda suddenly released Toby and placed her hands on Jamie's, covering them.
"Because one of the baddies made me fall asleep for a very long, Jamie, and I couldn't wake up. I didn't know mummy and daddy were in trouble, or else I would've tried to wake up. I didn't know i'd been asleep for so long." Jamie's face softened and the sparks stopped stinging against Belinda's palms as she sniffled. Belinda realised just how much her siblings cared for one another in that moment, which was why they were always near each other. Jamie was trying to protect Toby because she obviously didn't like it when he had the nightmares. Jamie tilted her head at Belinda and sniffled.
"They showed me you, they did," Jamie's tone was thoughtful as she furrowed her brow, almost as though bringing up the memory was a great strain for her. In her youthful, ignorant age, it probably was. "You were sleeping and no matter how much Toby shook you, you not wake up," she nodded her head now, as if it all made sense to the brunette. Belinda smiled softly at Jamie and kissed the top of her head, feeling the little girl's arms loop around her neck and Toby snuggle against her too. Their moment of peace was ruined when Hermione cleared her throat.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" She began and started to back out of the room.
"Aunt Hermy!" Jamie grinned as she jumped off the bed and into the brunette's arms. Hermione laughed and patted the girl fondly on the head.
"It's fine, Minny," Belinda responded with a soft smile as she slid off the bed and helped Toby off too. Hermione's face was filled with warmth as she grinned at Belinda, but it quickly faded into a frown as she looked at the couch curiously.
"Did you sleep there for the night?" She asked with disapproval laced in her tone. Belinda scooped Jamie up into her arms and kissed Hermione's cheek with a mumbled 'yes' as she quickly exited the room so as not to face a lecture from Hermione - which she knew would come if she stayed around much longer.
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Draco frowned at Belinda once more and she couldn't help but feel irritation directed at the brotherly blonde - honestly, you'd think she was incapable of making her own decisions with the way he treated her sometimes! "Might I remind you, Draco," she drawled in a tone reminiscent of the way he used to speak to her when insulting her. He snorted with laughter at her tone but waved his hand for her to continue as she scowled at him. Their relationship was a strange one, filled with insults and grumpiness but it was also accompanied by an un-conditional love for one another. Truly, they were like a brother and sister. "I am 22, which makes me older than you by two years thank you very much, and am capable of making my own decisions."
And suddenly, it clicked.
"HOLY SHIT!" She screeched, causing Draco to jump almost a mile in the air and Hermione to dart behind a nearby tree in fear that there was something frightening ahead. When the curly haired woman realised it was nothing, she moved back over to Draco's side and shot a questioning look at Belinda who shrugged sheepishly and pushed her raven locks out of her face.
"You two, are getting married, and you're only TWENTY. Are you both nuts?! Marriage is a lifelong thing and you haven't even EXPERIENCED the real world yet, you need to have fun and-" She was cut off by an exasperated looking Hermione, Draco wearing the same experssion as her. Unknown to Belinda, the two had the same conversation with both Narcissa Malfoy, Harry Potter, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Ginevra Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Bill Weasley AND Charlie Weasley - and quite frankly, they didn't want to hear it from Belinda.
"Belinda, no offence but that speech is three months too late and we've been over this - both of us have experience more than most adults ever have and ever will and frankly we believe this makes us mentally a lot older than we are physically, so if you don't mind me saying - we don't really care," Hermione smiled to take the bite out of her words and Belinda grumbled about the ridiculousness of it all before receiving an elbow in the ribs from Draco.
They had done as Belinda said and apparated to Ottery St. Catchpole instead of outside the Weasley's home where they knew they would inevitably end up in the swamp - something that was un-pleasant. Not even a quick 'scourgify' could make them feel clean when they landed there and the walk was a nice one through the little town, though it took almost half an hour to actually reach the Weasley's from their starting point. Not that any of them minded, save for Jamie and Toby who were lagging behind them.
Once they had reached the little home, they all walked around the back and Belinda tried to ignore the stab of pain in her chest as she grit her teeth and averted her eyes from the wedding setup - which was hard because it seemed to consume the immediate area surrounding the group of five. Toby and Jamie immediately vanished off to play around, because they loved coming to the Weasley's and had lived at The Burrow for the past three years whilst Belinda was in a coma.
Belinda made her way inside, followed by Hermione - Draco opting to ditch them so he could spend time with Harry. Apparently, those two had a lot in common, though their biggest passion was quidditch and they often had one off's against one another to see who was better. It never seemed to be either, one game Harry would win, another Draco, it was a never-ending battle between the two. Hermione rolled her eyes as Draco and Harry seemed to size each other up and then accio'ed their broomsticks.
"Those two are so damn competitive," Hermione shook her head as she walked into the kitchen and set to making them both a cup of tea. Belinda snorted with laughter.
"Well they were enemies, I suppose it must come from that desire to beat one another," Belinda mused and Hermione nodded her head in agreement as she poured the hot water into their mugs and slid one down the bench to Belinda. She quickly grabbed the mug and walked over to the island in the centre of the kitchen. She took her seat next to Hermione and the two grinned at one another as they sipped from their mugs. "Hermy, you actually let them call you that?" She snickered at the appalled look on Hermione's face.
"I hate that nickname, if you even think you can start calling me that," she warned and Belinda held her hands up in surrender. "Anyways, how can you resist those faces?" Hermione raised an eyebrow challengingly at Belinda.
"Pfft, as if I could ever deny those two what they wanted." Belinda responded and Hermione grinned.
"What happened with you and Ron? Last time I saw you two were pining over one another," Belinda asked curiously, her head tilted to the side. To her amazement, Hermione didn't stiffen or look awkward, but rather she laughed and shook her head.
"Don't even go there, we kissed and it was so weird. We tried to be in a relationship but it was just weird and awkward because we realised that we're in a more sisterly brotherly relationship. He met someone else and now I have Draco so everybody's happy," Hermione smiled and it was a sight for sore eyes. The corners of her eyes crinkled in not an elderly way but a way that showed her smile reached her eyes and the dimple in her cheek gave her an adorable look. Belinda had always envied Hermione her smile.
"And your parents?" The words slipped out of Belinda before she could even consider them and she bit down on her lip as a frown marred her features. Hermione's body tensed and she pushed her curly locks out of her hair, her face falling completely and Belinda regretted asking but she couldn't help it - she was so damn curious about EVERYTHING.
"They were dead. Ironic, isn't it? I gave up everything to protect them and they ended up dying in a car accident." Hermione's tone was filled with grief and she dipped her head, her eyes shut. Once she opened them again, she seemed to be in control of her sorrow and she looked up at Belinda with a hint of happiness in her eyes. "But something good did come out of their death, the Weasley's adopted me. I'm now Hermione Weasley-Granger, but I still like Granger so I kept it."
Belinda wasn't surprised to hear the Weasley's had adopted Hermione, they absolutely adored her. "They wanted to adopt Toby and Jamie but I wouldn't let them, nor Draco or George, or Harry or Ron for that matter," said Hermione. This caused Belinda to look utterly confused. "I mean, because we knew that when," Hermione's tone was determined as she said 'when' as if there had been many arguments speculating whether she would wake up. "You woke up you would want them to be White's, not Weasley's." Belinda threw her arms around Hermione and squeezed the Gryffindor Princess tightly.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, you know me so well. As much as I love the Weasley family, I would always want my little baby siblings to be White's," Belinda's voice was thick with emotion as she pulled away from Hermione and the brunette giggled.
The atmosphere in the room immediately changed and became tense as George entered, obviously expecting to see his mother. "Mum where did you put the-" His words died on his lips as he stared at Hermione and then Belinda, his eyes refusing to leave the raven haired girl. She stared into George's electric blue eyes, so bright and inviting, drawing her into their hypnotising depths as they swirled with conflicting emotions.
"I'll leave you two alone." Belinda barely noticed Hermione leaving the room because all she could see was George. Stiffly, he nodded his head at her but she was having none of it. Striding straight over to him, she grabbed him by the arm and dragged the red-head up to his and Fred's room. She stepped inside and slammed the door shut, locking it magically as she turned to face him with her arms crossed - ready to defend herself against him. She stopped her eyes from wandering down his well-muscled body and kept them fixed on his eyes, not allowing herself to show how affected she was by his gaze.
"We. Are. Going. To. Talk." Belinda ground out as she narrowed her eyes in on George. However, he seemed to have other plans as within a second he had her slammed back against the door, trapped between her arms. George was not a jerk, nor would he have ever considered cheating on Angelina but with the entry of one raven haired woman back into his life he couldn't help himself, and Belinda honestly couldn't care less about talking when George's other plan was far more appealing.
His lips crashed against hers in a fierce, hungry kiss and she kissed him back, pouring her anger into that kiss as she shoved him back, moving with him so their lips did not part until his legs hit the back of his bed and he fell down onto it. She immediately straddled his waist and her lips attacked his, savouring the taste of him on her lips. She slid back slightly and ground against him until he was rock hard beneath her. "Fuck," he cursed, pulling his mouth away from hers as he moaned. His hands moved to her hips and slid up her sides, just barely grazing against her breasts as she watched the internal struggle in his eyes.
He flipped them over and Belinda couldn't help but like the feeling of him over her, his muscles pressing against her chest as he glared at her. "You like that George? She make you feel this way?" George opened his mouth to retort angrily to Belinda but she cut him off by grabbing him and squeezing with her delicate fingers. "Shit!" He cried out, his eyes snapping shut again as Belinda suddenly realised what she was doing. She shoved him hard and he took the hint, rolling off of her and onto his back. He looked utterly confused and Belinda was pissed - she didn't fucking want to make out with him. She wanted to talk.
"Don't ever do that again, not unless you're willing to choose me over Angelina. I don't want to be 'the other girl' who ruins apart a happy marriage - although is it happy, George? Does that bitch make you happy?" Belinda sat up and slid away from him as he sat up too and frowned at her.
"Linda," he started softly, but he only got a fierce glare in return. "Fucking hell Belinda Alexandra White you listen to me right now. I am sorry that I drove you to fighting that death eater, i'm sorry you lost three years of your life and Fred's death was not your fault," he snapped.
Belinda rolled her eyes. "Fucking brilliant apology, George," they'd never been so cold with each other and at this realisation Belinda felt tears well up in her eyes. She wanted George to love her un-conditionally, why did he have to move on? At that selfish thought Belinda almost hit herself on the head.
It seemed George had noticed her tears and immediately slid closer to her and pulled her into his arms. "I love you Belinda, still do, but I love Ang too. I know she seems like a bitch but she lost so much in the war and she's not sure how to deal with it, so she's cold to others. She doesn't want to lose me to you, i'm sorry if she gave you trouble," his lips touched hers again and she allowed herself to get lost in the sweetness of the kiss.
"Please choose me, you're all I have left, George," she whispered as he stood up. He looked down at her sadly and waved his wand at the door, lifting the charm she'd put on it.
"I'm all she has left, too." Was all he said before he slipped out the door and left Belinda behind with tears sliding down her cheeks.