Undesirable (George Weasley)

9

The next few days went by in a blur, and soon I was packing my trunk with the necessary items I had. Putting together the mess of Weasley clothing items that are gifted to me, I paired a pair of Ginny's jean shorts with George's old Christmas sweater, as all the ones made now were far too big for comfort. Though it was slightly oversized, it was extremely comfortable and reminded me of the Burrow.

"Ready to go?" Ginny asked, hurriedly trying to dry her freshly washed hair. Nodding, I grabbed my trunk and headed down the stairs. Molly was already waiting, double checking her family to make sure everyone was all set. When Ginny came down, she began fussing over her.

"Alright then, is everyone ready? Have all your things? Alright then, grab our arms and off we go." Appirating, was, first and foremost, the worst experience of my life. And I wish that I was speaking in an irrational manner.

Upon our arrival at the train station, I immediately fainted into Ron, who, being the great friend he was, dropped me on cement where I immediately hit my head against the ground. The impact was enough to jolt me back awake, yet I was now surrounded by five redheads and a lot of strange looks from the other Wizarding families sending their children off for the school year.

"Fucking hell, Ron." George exclaimed, as he reached for me on the ground.

"I'm fine really, just didn't expect that I guess." Paired with my usual sick feeling also came immense pain from the back of my head, as I stumbled up from the ground.

"Way to make an appearance, I suppose." Fred mumbled, and George smacked him across the head.

After the most embarrassing first impression for many of the Hogwarts students, we said our goodbyes and managed to find an empty compartment. The twins sat next to me, while the trio piled into the seats across. Fred slid the compartment door shut, quickly locking it and turning towards me. I raised my eyebrows in a question, while his face turned into his classic smirk. I groaned, while his eyes quickly glanced to George's, whose face mirrored his perfectly.

"What now." I asked, as he moved his seat next to me once again.

"Well, our dear Sabrina, if you are REALLY from the future, then you'd know our past. Georgie and I have been thinking..."

"That's new." Mumbled Hermione, and I covered my mouth quickly to not give away her jibe.

"...you should prove yourself." He concluded.

"Prove myself?" I questioned, nervous they were gonna ask about their futures. That was not a conversation I was worth having, especially with Fred.

"Yes, say something only we would know. Something we've already said." I thought about it for a few seconds, considering it had already happened, there was no harm. And I had seen the movies enough times to be able to get at least some of their lines correct. So, smirking at both Fred and George, I began delaying one of my favorite moments.

"You, George: He's not Fred I am! Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother. Sorry George. I'm only joking, I am Fred!"

To get the point across, I pointed at each twin as their line came up. Deadpanned, straight face, without any interaction towards knowing some private moment that not even the trio truly knew.

"Holy shit." George exclaimed, leaning back into the seat.

"How..." Fred whispered. "I forgot about that moment until now! Third year."

"Do more!" Fred yelled, and so I pointed to Harry. His face drew in in surprise.

"This one is between Harry and Hagrid, alright. Yer a wizard Harry. I'm a what? A wizard, and something something something." I said, because quite honestly that line changed between book and movie.
"I can't be a wizard, I'm Harry. Just Harry. Well, just Harry..." Harry face became red, and he stared at me through the brim of his glasses in surprise and amazement.

"Wow." He mouthed.

"Anyone else?" I questioned, and Ron slowly raised his hand.

"Alright last one. You didn't say this technically, but it was towards you. Second year, I believe? Anyways, here it goes." I took a deep breath, shook my head, smiled, and began one of the most iconic, TikTok loving lines of all time.

"Ronald Weasley, how dare you steal that car. I am absolutely disgusted! You're father is facing an inquiry at work, and it is entirely your fault. If you step another toe out of line, I will send you straight home. Oh, and Ginny, congratulations on making Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud."

Ron's face went red, remembering the embarrassing moment of having received that howler.

"Did I prove myself yet?" I questioned, and they all nodded. "Good."

The rest of the train ride was noraml, though I felt as I might have overstepped some boundaries. It was an uncomfortable silence, as we sometimes spoke and muttered to each other, yet they were still uncertain around me. Even more now, I felt. Until Ron turned to me.

"You're scary you know. Brilliant, but scary." I laughed, having heard that one too, and the tension released.

George looked down at me and smiled, reaching for my hand for reassurance. I smiled back, appreciating the gestures he always made an effort towards. I knew that George and I were slowly becoming more than just the best friends we had grown to be, and each time he did something as sweet as this, my stomach instinctively arose with butterflies. Fred noticed our now clapped hands, and sent a smirk towards his brother. George blushed and pushed his shoulder, yet he never let go of my hand.

The train slowly rolled into the station. We all had changed into our robes, mine being the only one without a house badge and matching scarf, making me stick out more then I already did. The other students were sure to not have missed my episode back in Loudon, and I cringed to myself with the thought of it. George kept my hand, even when we were walking down the train and towards the carriages, receiving curious glances from the students around us. Not only was I the mysterious new student, but I also was holding hands with THE George Weasley.

I wasn't embarrassed of George at all, I just wasn't one for unwanted attention. Of course, I should have known walking in with the group that I had befriended would have led towards stares, but I didn't think it would this bad. Leading us to a carriage, we both climbed in, Fred included, as they had waved down what I could only assume was Lee Jordan.

"Lee, mate how was your summer!" Fred exclaimed, slapping him in the shoulder and sitting down next to him. George, who had let go of my hand to get into the carriage, subtly looked to grab it again. Before he could, Lee jumped between the two of them, starting a pushing match that rocked the carriage more than I would have liked.

"Not as eventful as yours, seeing here." He shifted his eyes to me, and I cleared my throat awkwardly. Reaching his hand out, he smiled at me and I shook it.

"Sabrina LaBelle."

"Lee Jordan, new student? Where are you from?" The twins froze from beside me, but I was expecting questions like this. I stayed as calm as possible, answering the question Honestly.

"The states. Couldn't tell from my accent?" I smiled back, and he took the answer with a nod.

"Ooh George, this ones feisty. Better keep her around." He winked at me, and I blushed under his stare. Both him and Fred laughed, leaving George and I with this awkward confrontation.

I was well aware of my feelings for George, but I wasn't sure if he truly felt the same. I knew him and Fred had spoken about it when they thought I had fell asleep, yet it could have been a spur of the moment emotion. I never knew with guys, and I was afraid to commit to anything now as I had no idea how long I truly would be here. What if I eventually did have to go back to the future, and how would I cope knowing I had to leave him behind? Surely I wouldn't be strong enough to leave him.

There was one question that followed me all the way down to the great hall.

Did I even want to go back?