Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 4: Don't Leave Your Husband for Lockhart

I made it to Herbology on time after a pretty uneventful, and mentally exhausting Divination class. I had tried and tried to see something in that crystal ball, but once again, I failed. I mean, I saw a few wisps of smoke swirl around inside, and that was something. More than I'd seen before, at least.

However, about that same time, the bell sounded and we'd gone to lunch which I spent tucked away in my trunk, writing about first years that I didn't know personally. Colin had managed to snap a few pictures of about twelve first years that we spent an hour desperately trying to remember which house Heather and Colleen had betted on. Every student's paragraph was going to include the bets, their actual house, their name, and how they reacted to the whole sorting ceremony.

After that, and on an empty stomach, I had made my way to Herbology.

"Well, hello, pretty lady," Someone chirped, taking a seat next to me.

I looked over to see George, who had changed into a fresh uniform. He had a smile on his face that had not been there the last time I saw him. I assumed that he got to wash the paste off and didn't feel the discomfort anymore. I'd gone back to see Madame Pomfrey right after lunch, on my way to the dorm, and she told me not to wash it off until after dinner tonight. She's said that since I was so much closer, I'd been burnt a bit worse than the boys and it would take me a little longer to heal, with or without magic.

"Hi there, George," I said with a smile.

"So, you're ready to learn about some plants?" He asked, pointing at the pots set up in the middle of the table.

"George, be careful," I said, batting his hand away from the plant.

"What? It's just a little flower." He laughed, reaching for it again.

I grabbed his wrist and snatched it back again, "That's fanged geranium, you idiot! It's going to bite you."

"Oh...uh, right," He nodded, holding his hand against his chest, "I knew that."

"Sure you did, George," Heather laughed, taking a seat next to a very flustered looking Ravenclaw boy, "Hi there."

The boy offered her a small wave and a nod, and she instantly moved closer to him, striking up a conversation. I rolled my eyes at her eagerness to find a boy to do her work even though we didn't have any just yet. First class of the year and she was already working out ways to avoid the upcoming work.

"She moves fast," George chuckled, eyeing the two of them as they giggled from across the table.

"Tell me about it," I laughed, nudging him with my elbow, "I couldn't do that if I tried."

"I bet you could have every boy in Hogwarts begging on their knees for a chance to be in the same room as you if you wanted," He said, "I mean, you had the ever-so-handsome Cedric Diggory all over you this morning."

"Then, I'm sure they'd be very jealous of you," I shook my head, "We always seem to be in the same classes. Even just today, I've had two classes with you and I've only got four scheduled."

"I'm sure they'd get over themselves awfully fast," He said, "It's not like I pose a real threat to any seeking romantic propositions for you."

"Gonna be honest," Robin said, sitting beside Heather but ignoring her over the top flirting, "You guys aren't really practicing what you're preaching."

"I'm sorry?" George asked.

"You two will swear up and down that you don't like one another, and then do...whatever this is," She said, motioning to the both of us with her quill.