Sparks Fly || A George Weasley Story

Year 5: Mixed Signals

Juniper's POV:

"So, what all happened in class just now," I asked, "I came in late and didn't understand a single thing."

Colleen rolled her eyes, and planted a hand on her forehead, "Hagrid was going on and on about Bowtruckles."

"Those are those little stick things, right?" I asked, subconsciously smoothing my hair, worried that the heat had frizzed it up, while I shifted the mandrake leaf around in my mouth distractedly.

"Yeah, exactly," George said, "From what I remember, they are these little creatures that look like twigs, eat wood lice and fairy eggs and you'd have to offer one of those if you want to take like leaves or wood from the tree that they live in."

I looked over to George, taken aback by his readiness to explain what he'd heard. Normally, George would have been in the same boat with me after class, never knowing what was going on. But this was different, and he looked so proud of himself that he'd been able to tell me something that I didn't know. My heart skipped a beat at his genuine smile and bright eyes. I might not like this sort of shaggy haircut on him, but I could admit that he was still very cute.

My eyes forced themselves to look away from him, knowing that he was going to call me out for getting flustered. He really liked to do that, and as much as I actually liked for him to do it, I didn't want him to in front of Colleen. This was only because I knew that she was going to bring it up later in some last minute attempt to get me to confess my crush to George which is probably one of the last things I need to be doing right now.

There were a hundred other things to get done and deal with besides this stupid crush. I had to work on the transformation, focus on class, study for my O.W.Ls, write some columns for Hog-Gossip, do quidditch tryouts, and keep an eye out for both Professor Lupin and Sirius Black trying to kill Harry. No one had told me that Sirius Black was after Harry, but I just assumed because everything that goes on around here lately has something to do with Harry. He was just a magnet for bad luck, not that I was having the best of luck recently.

"What happened, Juni?" George asked, throwing his arm around my shoulders, "Not used to not being the smartest person in the room?"

"I don't know if you noticed, Georgie, darling, but we aren't exactly in a room," I said, rolling my eyes and laughing.

"Either way," He shrugged, "It is nice to see flustered Juni again. You've been so busy with everything every time that I see you that I haven't gotten to see those rosy cheeks of yours in a while."

George pinched my cheek and I pushed him off of me with an exaggerated sigh. Colleen was smirking over at me and shaking her head. I knew that this would not be the last time this conversation was brought up today. No, she would bring this up in front of Heather, and it would probably make it into the next issue of Hog-Gossip and only fuel the fires of literally the entire school begging for us to be together.

"Shut up, George," I rolled my eyes, "I'm just shocked that your pea brain could hold so much information that didn't have anything to do with pranks or quidditch."

"How you hurt me, Juni," He shook his head, pretending to wipe away some tears.

"And how you annoy me, Georgie," I laughed.

"But you love it," He said, raising his eyebrows.

"Do I?" I asked.

"Of course, you do," He said, "How could you not, I am George Weasley after all. The most stunning of all the Weasleys."

"I don't know if that's entirely true."

"And which Weasley do you think is better looking than me?" He asked, sounding very shocked.