Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 4: Where HAVE You Been?

George's POV:

I'd spent the last two nights hidden away in the leaky Slytherin dorm, and I wished that I wasn't so well-known. Fred and I had made names for ourselves here at Hogwarts, and that hadn't exactly helped me blend in as I snuck back down here for the night. I'd been questioned by teachers and prefects alike as I tried to hide away from my problems. They, obviously, and with good reason, thought that I was up to no good and trying to start some trouble.

So, I'd come up with a clever lie and told them that I'd been visiting one of my friends in the common room and I'd left my scarf on one of their couches. They hadn't believed me at first, but when I knew the password to the door, and mentioned that I'd met my Slytherin friend through Juni, they didn't ask anymore questions, which left me dumbfounded.

Their password was as predictable as they come, and any idiot could have guessed that the Slytherin's password was 'Pureblood.' What else did they care about besides blood status and waving around their parents' money? Maybe if they every got around to changing their password it would be something like 'Inheritance' or 'Trust Fund.'

But that came to no surprise. Most people were too scared to come down here anyway, and with everything going on with the Heir of Slytherin supposedly roaming about, no one even dared to go any further than the Hufflepuff barrels. So, there was really no need to change the password at all in my opinion. Not that people were desperately trying to sneak into the Slytherin dormitories anyway. Well, nobody besides myself that is.

What did surprise me though, was how easily people backed off about it after I mentioned Juni. Much-older Slytherin prefects simply let me pass and even Snape once rolled his eyes and let me go in. I didn't understand why they all seemed so fond of her, and something about Snape liking her so much just rubbed me the wrong way (I couldn't put a finger on why, but it just gave me the heebie jeebies), but I wanted to know why.

I knew she had friends down here. There was that one girl who, even when she wasn't wearing a uniform, worse almost exclusively black and green and always had her hair the same length no matter how long she stayed at Hogwarts. I'd seen her around a few times, but what really stuck in my head about her was that she fought Marcus Flint, twice, because he wouldn't let her try out for the team because she wasn't some huge meathead guy.

Good for her. I'd been wanted to bash the guy's head in for years now.

And of course, there was Pucey. He was in love with her, but thanks to Fred and I, had backed off and settled on just being her friend for now. I knew that he'd played for the Slytherin team for the past two years and was an alright chaser. Nothing like Juni though. She was something special when she was out there on the field. I hate to say it, but she even put Angelina to shame.

And yet, even though she only had those two friends, it was like everyone just liked her. She had a whole house wrapped around her finger, and I doubted that she even knew about it. I wasn't going to be the one to bring it up to her, but it was interesting to see the effect that she had on people even when she wasn't around. (Though I still didn't quite understand it.)

But I wasn't going to the Slytherin dorms right now, and I'd told myself that I wouldn't stay there tonight. I was going to go and sleep in my own bed, and if Lee or Fred or Angie had something to say to me, they could say it now. I'd given them two nights to think it over, so I was sure that if any argument were to break out, that it would be a good one.

So, as I walked through the doors of the great hall, my eyes first found the Slytherin table, mostly empty, but with a handful of students that stayed behind, sat back and eating breakfast. I saw Pucey who waved to me from where he sat talking to a boy I didn't recognize. Then, I looked over at the Gryffindor table where my three friends were all sat together, talking not-so-quietly amongst themselves. Unfortunately, just as I was thinking that maybe having breakfast with Pucey wouldn't be so bad, Angie's eyes snapped up from Fred to me, still standing in the doorway.