YN x George Weasley

14

Draco had not been lying. The great hall was buzzing with talk about Fleur and Krum's "relationship" as you sat down by George during dinner.

"I'm no gossiper," George said as you sat down. "But have you heard about Delacour and Krum?"

You resist a smile and nod your head, impressed that the runour caught on in just a few hours.

"Shocking." He mumbled and takes a bite kf his chicken drumstick.

"Though not seemingly out of character." Fred pops up on the other side of George.

You smile. You've aways wanted a sibling. Draco was like a brother to you but maybe one that was a better influence, not that Fred was necessarily a good influence.

"Anyway, Ronald is absolutely torn up about it," Fred grabbed a roll and smeared butter on it. "He fancies delacour, as is so painfully obvious." He snorts and takes a bite from the roll.

George turns to look at you. "You should probably talk to Hermione. I reckon she isn't taking it very well. I haven't seen her all day."

Shit. You forgot Hermione and Krum were a thing. This is why I have no friends.

"I'll go find her." You smile softly at Georgr but resist the urge to kiss him goodbye. No PDA. Tok couple ly.

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You find Hermione by the lake, hucking rocks with a shocking aggressiveness into the water. "Hey, Mione." You talk quietly so you don't startle her and get a stone to the face.

You sit down beside her and see tears streaking down her face. Her cheeks and nose red from cold or crying.

"I know aren't that serious," Hermione sniffles and wipes her nose on her sleeve, "I shouldn't care. He told me himself the rumours aren't true. I should trust his word but it's so hard when everyone is looking at me like I'm pregnant."

The words make you feel guiltily. "I'm sure it's not that bad."

Hermione shakes her head. "It is, oh it is. I can't even walk down the halls without being called a whore."

You rub her shoulder. "Oh, honey, you aren't a whore. Whores get paid."

She makes a squeaky sound and you realize you said the wrong thing. "Did Viktor say who spread the rumour?"

She shakes her head. "No, probably some vindictive bitch."

Ouch. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm sure the rumours will die down soon."

"I'm fine. You go without me. I'll come inside soon."

"Okay." You get up but place your cloak around her shoulders so she doesn't freeze. "Come inside soon."

Time to fix the mess I made.