He laid there, completely unconscious. Hermione breathed heavy as she slowly put her wand down and dumbledore looked down at her. "Very good my girl! 10 points to gryffindor!" Her eyes widened and I glared at the man, biting my lip. The excitement that arose was quite the sight to see after such a terror filled atmosphere. Professor Slughorn slowly pulled the invisibility cloak off of him as he heard the eruption of several gasps and cheers. One person not cheering was me.
I was not in gryffindor. I was a slytherin. But it seemed to always be them. Another person who was not celebrating was George, his eyes looked at me and my posture and he made his way over, leaning into my ear, "you should say something." He whispers, motioning towards the now talking dumbledore, hagrid, and snape. I shake my head and look at him. "Why? She IS the one that stopped it, I just feel useless." I slump my shoulders and look back down at the ground. George quietly sighs as he snakes his arm around my shoulders and rubs them gently before giving me a small tug, motioning for me to come into his arms and I happily oblige.
"Alright students!" Snape claps his hands together and I look up, George's hands still around my head and waist. "Since we understand this has been a very scary time, classes will be dismissed for you all for the rest of the day." He waves his arms up and let's out the smallest smile as everyone runs out the door, me and George quietly following as we grab our things. His stature towered above me as we made our way out into the hall, my eyes glued on the professors as we left. "Something seems fishy, George." I say, looking up at him as he comes to my side. "What do you mean, y/n?" His tone follows my gaze for a second until we turn the corner. "They're keeping something from us, did you see the worry on their faces?" I say as we make it to the slytherin common room, and I put in the password, the door opening slowly as George follows me in. "Has Draco said anything?" He asks me, slowly taking off his robe and sitting on my bed. "No, but I don't feel like I should ask, he's still dealing with the loss of Pansy." I take off my robe as well and hang it over the back of my desk chair. "Maybe even Harry might know something, or we could just trust our professors?" He watches as I shake my head and pull my hair out of its ponytail.
"Fat chance." I scoff, staring at myself in the mirror. "Whatever they're up to...might put all of us in a lot of danger."
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Mischief Managed
FanfictionThis is gonna be a George x reader story, there will be smut,strong language, not too much tragedy (which I've noticed is a common thing with these), more smut, and yea😁
