YN x George Weasley

6

You plopped on your bed, exhausted. It was a long first day of classes and you were glad it was over.

You had managed to avoid students from the other school. You just ate dinner with the twins and followed them as they showed you around the school. They even let you in on a prank they were planning against Filch, who you learned was the creepy squib cleaner who was a little too close to his cat.

You liked the twins company, they were funny, but you especially liked George. Though most said they were identical, you thought they couldn't look more different.

George's eyes were a brighter blue and his smile just a little wider. His hands slightly bigger and his legs a bit longer.

You liked his laugh and his jokes, especially since they were usually at somebody else's expense. Though that made you a bit more like your family you didn't care.

You didn't want to get to know him though. Well, you did, but you knew you shouldn't. It wasn't safe for him nor you. Especially with the other two schools here at Hogwarts.

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"They're here." Draco Malfoy stopped you in the halls on your way to the library the next morning, you wanted to study up on thr Triwizard Tournament.

"I know, dumbass." You responded. You really didn't want to deal with Draco at anytime of the day but especially right now.

He ran up and grabbed your shoulder. "Y/N, this is serious. They know. They all know about who you are."

"You think I don't know that!" You snapped at him.

"I know it was hard for you at Beauxbatons when Sirius and Bellatrix broke out. Especially since Viktor crap told everyone who you were. I told you you shouldn't have slept with him!"

You scoffed. "Oh. Shut up. I didn't sleep with him. I'm fifteen! We barely dated. You know quidditch seekers. They are all conceited. We just made out a few times, nothing serious!"

Draco lowered his hand from your shoulder. "Whatever." He said. He looked down into your eyes "I'm sorry. I just don't want this to go the wrong way again. I've heard my father talking. He felt his mark. He might be coming back."

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"Hey George." Hermione ran up to Fred and George in the courtyard after classes.

"Hey, Hermione. What's up." George asked. Fred, who was flirting with a French girl, looked over as well.

"Hey, Sophie, I'll see you soon." He said, the girl giggled and walked away.

"Hey Mione."

"You guys have been hanging out with the new girl, Johnson, a lot. Haven't you?"

"It was only dinner." George said.

"But you guys and her hung out after dinner."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell." Fred smirked.

Hermione's eyes went wide and George made a gasping snort sort of noise.

"I'm kidding you guys. For the love of Merlin don't be so serious."

Hermione sighed. "So nothing happened. She wasn't...strange?"

"No. We just showed her around and she helped us prank Filch."

"Okay." Hermione walked away quickly. Without another word.

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You walked down the hallways of the castle. Not wanting to go to sleep. Besides your run in with Draco, nobody talked to you, which you didn't really mind but you thought Hermione and George would've at least said hello.

You turned the corner and saw Fred Weasley snogging a blonde haired Beauxbatons girl.

You walked by briskly, not wanting him to see you.

You traisped for a good 10 minutes, viewing the moving paintings on the walls and averting eye contact from the students you walked by.

"Ow!" You ran into a big wall that seemed to just jump in your way.

"Sorry." The wall said. You stepped back.

Wow, how stupid are you. You thought to yourself. It wasn't a wall, it was George.

"It's okay." You replied, looking up at him.

"Oh, Hey Y/N."

"Hi."

You started to talk and walk around the castle together. Laughing and learning about eachother.

You heard all about George's brothers and sister. About his crazy adventures with Harry Potter (he also explained who Harry Potter was). And about his mother and father, who seemed to you like the most lovely people on the planet.

You told George about your life, how your an orphan, your parents died about 13 years ago. You told him how one of your aunts didn't want to take you and how your other aunt's husband refused to take you too. So, you were sent to a muggle foster home. Of course, leaving out all their names.

George listened to you and you listened to him. You liked how, though he gave you a soft smile, he didn't pity you like others. But you felt bad for not giving him the full story.