Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 4: Wand Tricks

I hurried down the hall to Defense Against the Dark Arts, which I was not looking forward to. I had struggled enough in that class with Quirrell as a teacher, and I couldn't see any way for this to be any more informative. Lockhart looked as though he couldn't spell his name without a spell-check quill, much less teach a class of students how to defend themselves against the dark arts. His internal monologue is just the sound of an almost empty bottle of hairspray.

The man hasn't had a coherent thought about anything besides himself in over twenty years.

So, when I walked through the doors, I made my way to the back of the classroom. I set out my stack of books by our new professor, not paying them much attention, but making it look like I was maybe paying attention as I went back to my runes homework.

"Bloody class hasn't even started and she's already doing work," I heard a very familiar laugh and looked up to find a smiling Fred Weasley.

"Fun fact, this work isn't even for this class," I said.

"Of course it isn't, why would it be?" He rolled his eyes, planting himself in the seat beside me.

"Not sitting with George today?" I asked, very confused, "Is this part of your amazing prank that I'm not allowed to know about?"

"The answer to both of your questions is no," He shook his head, leaning back in the chair, "I just want to see how upset it makes George to see that the seat next to you is taken."

"Why do you keep insisting that George likes me? I don't see where you're getting this information from," I shook my head, turning away from my homework to look at Fred.

His button down was not tucked into his trousers, and was very clearly unbuttoned at the top underneath his jumper and his tie just hung down from either side of his neck, completely untied. Normally, Fred was a bit better put together than this, and I was a bit concerned that the twins had attempted to pull a little switch over on me and that George had just gone a bit too far with it.

"Listen, even if he doesn't like you, he will, I can tell." He shrugged, twirling his wand around his fingers as he talked.

"You can tell?" I asked, not very convinced.

"Yeah," He shrugged as if it should have been obvious, "You two get along really well, and every moment I'm not around, he's with you. That, you can't even deny."

"Sure, we're together a lot, but that's just friend stuff. You can't be best friends if you don't spend a lot of time together."

"You and George are just in denial, darling," He said, waving his hands about dramatically, "But I'm sure you'll get over it soon enough. You've got chemistry."

"What do you know about chemistry, Fred?"

"I know enough to know that just friends don't normally press up against one another and share a textbook while they discuss a rune that means partnership." He wiggled his eyebrows and I couldn't believe that he'd already heard about that.

"You're just grasping at straws here. I feel like you have a bet going on with someone on this," I laughed.

"I may or may not have a bet with Lee about whether or not you and George will get together by the end of the year," He said with a grin.

"I hope you're betting that it won't happen or you'll be out a few galleons, Freddie my boy," I said, ruffling his hair

"Come on, you have to like him even just a little bit," He exclaimed and I wondered just how much money he had rooted in this bet.