Undesirable (George Weasley)

11

We never went back to the great hall that night. I let George lead me back to the dorms, only after he made me eat something from the kitchens. Laughing at how the elves excitement upon seeing him was absolute adorable, George told me to never tell anyone how he addresses each one as his 'little helpers.' The elves didn't seem to mind, and would beem every time he used that term of endearment. Following suit, I introduced myself and Sabrina, refusing to give them my last name as I didn't feel they had a need to call me anything but. Just like George's nickname, they loved the idea of getting to address informally. I was quick to take a liking to them, and planned on visiting them whenever my schedule persisted.

Waving goodbye while I stuffed a muffin into my mouth, I beamed up a George who, ironically, was already staring down at me.

"Feeling better, love?" He asked, and with a mouth full of muffin I nodded.

"I like that." I said, following a large swallow as the muffin went down my throat. I threw the wrapper into the garbage as we passed, trying to take note of every route we took towards the common room.

"Like what?" George asked, as he fumbled with the ends of his robes. It was cute, seeing George nervous, as the tip of his nose began to get red.

"Calling me love. I like it." I said, and George swung an arm around my shoulder.

"Alright then... love." He added, and I laughed.

Reaching the portrait, George suddenly remembered he hadn't gotten the password before leaving. Luckily, a small boy appeared from behind him and mumbled the password, allowing us inside.

The common room was entirely made of red and gold, each accent of the colors being represented in a proper manner. The center of the room consisted of a fireplace, while multiple couches were layer in a circular motion facing the fireplaces. Deeper into the room, lining the edges were tables mean to study with. Candles were above each designated area, with a large chandelier being the main point of light. Besides the fire, of course.

George stopped suddenly, and when I looked at him he had his gaze straight to the floor.

"George?" I questioned, and he quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me up against the wall.

He had his hands on either side of the wall next to my shoulders, as I was significantly shorter then his six foot stature. He looked to my eyes, then lips, then back to my eyes and I suddenly knew what he was so nervous about. He looked at my eyes again, and leaned down so his lips were grazing my ear.

"Can I... try something?" He asked, and I nodded.

Slowly, he moved from my ear to infront of my face, our noses grazing slightly. He looked into my eyes one more time, before gently leaning down and placing his lips on mine. He started gentle, as to look for permission first. When I kissed back, a bit more rough might I add, he returned the energy instantly. His lips were soft, compared to be chapped, over touched ones, and I hoped he didn't notice. The kiss began to get heated, and before anything else could happen George pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine, as we both made an extra effort to breathe normally once again.

"ALRIGHT THERE BROTHER!" George and I jumped away from each other, staring incredulously at Fred who was now standing in the middle of the common room. Next to him, we're the golden trio, along with some other Gryffindors who were sure to gossip about George and i's private moment later on.

I hid my face against George's chest, as he turned me when he moved to approach his brother. Grabbing a pillow from the coach, George began mercilessly beating Fred with it, while Fred asked for backup by his younger brother. Ron, who appeared to still be quite taken aback by the kiss, only blinked up at me shifting between us both.

"Well, now we know where you were." He said, and George turned with a pillow in his hand. Almost as if the twins and telepathy, they both started beating Ron, who was outnumbered, and running up the dormitory stairs.

I made eye contact with Harry, who shook his head at me and quickly followed Ron up the stairs. I was confused at his sudden change in demeanor, and went to question Hermione about the change.

"What's wrong with Harry?" I asked, and Hermione only bit her lip.

"I'm not sure, he's been off since you're, er, sorting." She said, and I nodded. "I'll go talk to him."

As Hermione hurried up the stairs, George, Fred and I all took seats around the common room fire. George's hand found mine, and I smiled up in appreciation.

"You alright?" He asked.

"No, but is anyone really?" I said. George frowned at this answer, and moved my hand from the seat to his lap. Fred eyed the situation, knowing he would be full on questioning George later about our recent development.

"Despite everything, the Tri-Wizard Tournament should be enough to distract what's going on. And in any case, you have to wait for any ground breaking changes to happen in order to change them. Just enjoy being here, yeah?" I knew Fred was trying to help, so I offered a smile.

"Yeah, school first. Classes tomorrow. And don't worry, Freddie and I are quite talented when it comes to class." At this, I had a real laugh as Fred and George leaned across the couch to give each other a high five.

"I'm going to head to bed." I said, and George gave my hand one final squeeze. Walking up to the dormitories, it wasn't hard to find the one labeled 'Sabrina and Angelina.' I prayed that Angelina was going to be as sweet as she came across from the series, but I'm quickly finding the gaps that the stories left out. As amazing as the writing was, I just can't help but be enamored by the actual humanity for each individual, instead of their characters among inked words.

As soon as I pushed the door open, I heard the sheets ruffle from the best closest to my right. I quickly shut the door behind me, as I was embraced by a fluff of hair and a wave of spearmint toothpaste.

"I'm sorry if you're not a hugger, it's just Fred has told me so much about you and I couldn't wait to meet you!" Angelina exclaimed, and I returned my first genuine smile since the sorting itself.

"Fred told you about me?" I questioned, and she nodded her head vicariously.

"Of course! The Weasley's love you, and quite frankly, after the sorting I've decided you're the biggest badass out there." I blushed furiously, as Angelina quickly flicked her wrist to light the candle above our heads, hanging on the top of the chandelier.

Angelina was, and foremost, beautiful. Tonight, she wore her hair in its natural state, big and curly with little frizz surrounding her crown. Her complexion was dark, which balanced with the shade of her black hair and dark eyes. Against the firelight she laughed, showing off her straight teeth and dimples against her cheeks. This girl would put almost anyone in Hogwarts to shame.

I immediately grabbed her in for another hug, and instead of recoiling as I thought she would, she immediately embraced me once again.

"Thank you, I really needed that tonight." I said, and she shrugged it off as if this was an everyday occurrence.

I spent the rest of the night peering around the dorm, slowly memorizing my surroundings. After settling in, Nahelina and I had sat across from one another and shared stories with each other. I finally let go of everything that has been eating me away for the last couple of month, obviously leaving anything out that might give away what truly happened. Between my supposed "amnesia," my entire life changing quickly from being where I was to where I am now, finding out is as some sort of prophecy from the future, and then having the knowledge of how terrible this tournament could go left me overthinking and feeling incompentant with myself. As Angelina listened and provided soothing words, I finally began to find the peace I needed to sleep for the night. Learning how to flick the light off with Angelina instructions, I smiled to myself from underneath the covers.

For once, I felt like I was home.