NARRATOR'S POV
The morning arrived gently, wrapped in pale gold light that filtered through the Gryffindor dormitory curtains. Anna woke with the rare sense of calm that came only at the very beginning of term, when possibilities still felt endless. Chocolate slept curled at the foot of her bed, twitching faintly in dreams. The room was already stirring, Diana, Hermione, and Ginny were awake, murmuring softly as they dressed.
Anna greeted them with a sleepy smile before slipping into the bathroom. By the time she emerged, hair neatly done and uniform crisp, the castle felt awake too, footsteps echoing in corridors, the low hum of anticipation settling into the stones themselves.
Down in the common room, she found exactly what she expected.
George, Fred and Lee sat huddled together, heads close, expressions identical shades of mischief, like three conspirators plotting the downfall of civilisation before breakfast. Anna paused, watching them fondly. Some things, she thought, never changed.
"Morning", she said, stepping closer. "And what disaster is currently in development?".
Three innocent faces turned toward her.
"Nothing that concerns a prefect", Lee replied airily.
Anna stuck her tongue out at him without ceremony, earning a laugh from Fred and a grin from George, one that lingered half a second longer than it used to.
Breakfast passed in a familiar blur of noise and warmth. Anna sat between the twins as she always had, her shoulder brushing George's now and then as they reached for plates. It was nothing new, yet it felt different somehow, like the air had shifted when she wasn't looking.
When Professor McGonagall distributed timetables, the twins groaned in unison.
"Potions first", Anna read aloud.
Fred looked personally offended. "A tragic start to the year".
George shot her a sideways glance. "You're enjoying this. Snape tolerates you".
Anna lifted one shoulder in a modest shrug, lips twitching. "Tolerates is generous".
The dungeons were as cold and oppressive as ever. Professor Snape wasted no time, sweeping into the room like an ill omen and announcing the Draught of Peace in his usual silken threat of a voice. George leaned closer to Anna, muttering an exaggerated imitation under his breath.
She pressed her lips together, shoulders trembling as she fought laughter.
Of course, Snape noticed.
When he called on Anna, the room seemed to hold its breath, but she answered flawlessly. George winced, then smiled at her with something like pride, softened by guilt.
They paired up quickly, George's hand caught her wrist without thought, pulling her gently toward an empty workstation. The contact was brief, but Anna felt it all the same, a strange flutter low in her chest she stubbornly ignored.
Their potion brewed perfectly, glowing turquoise beneath the torchlight. Snape's approval came in the form of ten points and a rare, grudging remark that left Fred scowling theatrically.
When class ended, Anna swatted George lightly with her book as they walked. "You're impossible".
"And still", he said, rubbing his arm dramatically, "you partner with me".
She rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself.
Care of Magical Creatures followed, and Hagrid led them to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where a Bowtruckle emerged, tiny, delicate, alive with magic. Anna's delight was immediate and unguarded, her laughter bright as she cradled the creature in her palm.
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More Than Heart Could Desire 《 A George Weasley Love Story 》
FanfictionAnna Jane Mcxandra, a bright girl. She goes to Hogwarts at the age of thirteen and meets the Weasley twins. Eventually she becomes best friends with them and at the start of 5th year realises that she have feelings for George Weasley, who on the oth...
