Undesirable (George Weasley)

7

Before the sun even had a chance to rise, Ginny gently shook me awake, lightly mumbling about it being 'too goddamn early for anyone to be awake.' If I hadn't felt like a dump truck slammed into my body from the quick but rather nice slumber I took, I probably would have laughed at Ginny's ungrateful mood. But I had to agree, no quidditch match was worth getting up before the sun did.

The cool air lipped against my shivering body, as the cooler temperatures of autumn creeped into the Burrow's household. I knew that as the sun came up, the day would be warmer, but not quite as warm as I had hoped for. Deciding on some long green overalls (the only green I owned, and according to Fred, if I didn't support Ireland I was going to get awoken like I had the day we went to Diagon Alley for the remaining week before the session started). I paired it with my signature white cropped shirt, sandals, and quickly tied my hair into a bun. Taking the steps two at a time, I was greeted by a smiling George and a grumpy looking Fred.

George greeted me with a hug, away from the looks of the rest of the family, and slid a few candies down the pockets of my overalls. I gave him a questioning look, to which he replied with a finger to his mouth.

"GEORGE WEASLEY. EMPTY YOUR POCKETS NOW." Molly screamed from the living room, as George reluctantly gave up the few pieces of candy he had. Fred's fallen face now made sense, as Molly seemed to have raised him as well.

"What's going on?" I whispered to Ginny, who shook her head in annoyance.

"Mum's gone ballistic, says the twins are wasting their time with their joke products. She's destroyed every piece of candy they've made." She whispered back. It now made sense, the sweats that were clinging to the inside of my pockets. I smiled to myself. George definitely was the twin with slightly more brains.

"Molly please, we're going to be late. Come on kids, we've got quite the hike from here." Molly, who reluctantly agreed to let the twins off, said her goodbyes as the rest of us trudged off towards the small "hill" that had the portkey. I slowed my pace, going George would also.

George noticed my change, and grabbed the edge of Fred's sleeve to stop him from going too far.

"What." Fred snapped, clearly aggravated from the earlier conversation. If I had worked all summer in prototypes only to think they have been destroyed, I would have felt a different type of rage then the one Fred was displaying now.

Instead of responding, I reached in my pockets and held out the sweats that they had created. Fred's eyes went wide, and then frantically looked to see if anyone else had saw. Thankfully, the rest of the group was distracted by their utter exhaustion, and couldn't care less as to what was happening a few meters behind them.

"Bloody hell, you saved them!?" Fred lifted me up and spun me in a circle, embracing me for a few moments before sloppily placing a kiss on my cheek. I gained and immediately washed away the slob, only to return Fred's grin with one of my own.

"It wasn't me, it was George. Good thinking hm?" I said, and George blushed from behind me.

"Bloody brilliant thinking, good idea brother. Now we won't have to make any more prototypes. You can give them here, in my bag once we arrive. It'll be more, discreet." Fred said, as he eyes the group who appeared to have stopped around an old boot.

Arthur greeted a man, who I immediately knew to be Amos Diggory. The pain I felt when he screamed for his son is an event that I don't ever want to live, and having the knowledge that can eventually save Cedric will be enough confirmation that I have a place in this universe as I didn't in my own.

Cedric dropped from the tree, and simultaneously my jaw dropped as well. Pretty Boy diggory wasn't just a nickname, but an entirely accurate description of the boy that stood before me. He was tanned well, the sun obviously bleaching his hair line across the front of his face. His eyes were a light blue, soft, but in the rising sun outshined even my natural green eyes. Realizing that staring may not be the most informative way to introduce myself, I took to staring at the ground instead.

I could feel George's eyes on me, and he immediately swung his arm around my shoulder. I felt the butterflies, as cliche as that sounds, swarm around in the pit of my stomach and smiled up at him.

I wasn't dumb, and I knew that George was a tad jealous at my staring of Cedric. But believe me, he was worth the admiration. Though I never really saw myself with Cedric, I did find him appealing enough to be around. He was polite with Arthur and the older Weasley siblings, and even stopped his father from his rude remarks towards Harry's dementor attack the day of the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match. If the Wizarding World had private school boys, he would definitely be the one to give off that aura.

When the time came for us to use the portkey, I had immediate flashbacks towards the chess piece that whisked me from my original reality. I started to get rather nervous, as I had expected the same naseu from my previous experience, and would rather keep the small breakfast I had inside of me. Reaching for the boot, I immediately shut my eyes, only to have the strange pulling sensation rip through my insides. I heard bodies falling onto the ground, only for me to land directly onto one myself.

Staring at George, who began laughing at my green face, he let me stay on the ground longer than the others had anticipated. Landing rather close to the stadium, George waved the others away as we could easily find our way back to them. I truly appreciated George's kindness as I held my head between my knees, hoping for the constant spinning to subside. George rubbed small circles around my back, and when I was finally ready to head up, he held my hand to make sure that I continued to be healthy.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He squeezed the hand he was holding as we rounded the corner towards our tent.

"I'm fine, just a little nauseous. I'll lay down for a while when we get to the tent, it's still early after all." George nodded in agreement, and quickly led me between the chaos of everything surrounding us.

Like any large event I've been to, hundreds of tents were lined up in the vast expansion of the field. Venues were busy hurriedly working through customers, as pop up companies were able to profit off of the match itself. If I wasn't about to hurl my insides, I would have enjoyed the smells of various food items surrounding the event, as there seemed to be no ending to the amount of food laid out.

"Here we are." George said, as we reached the tent labeled 'Weasley's'. The tent was, in many ways, astonishing to anyone who hasn't been a part of the Wizarding world their entire lives. From the outside, I would have laughed at the impossibility of dirt in every member of the family, plus three extras. Yet the inside was designed to hold a two story home, concealed straight to the brim with magic. I couldn't help but stare in awe.

Following George to the back, he led us straight into a makeshift bedroom. Finally getting the comfortability that I required to pass this nauseous state, I laid my head down and sighed. Closing my eyes, I allowed my body to drift into the slumber it so greatly requested. Before I could truly reach a good nap, I felt the bed dip slightly and a second pair of footsteps follow in.

"Is she alright?" What I assumed was Fred, whispered.

"She's fine, just a tad sick. Can't really blame her, she's been going through quite a lot lately." George pushed the hair from my forehead, and I felt his stare across my face.

"You've been quite acquainted with her lately, hm?" Fred said, and I felt the bed move as George stood.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please, the midnight trip on the broom? The goodnight smooch? You're not as sneaky as you think you are, dear brother." George sighed, and I imagined him running his hand through his hair.

"Maybe a little, alright? I don't want to ruin our friendship, and with everything she's going through... I don't know if she'd be up to something like that. Please don't say anything yet, I will when it's right." His voice began to drift, and I strained my ears to hear anymore of the conversation. Their footsteps faded, and I was glad they no longer could see me, as I couldn't help the smile that visibly spread across my face