My DR -George Weasley-

Chapter Two: I wish Finnegan was here

   I had decided to wake up early that morning. Professor Snape already didn't like me from all of the previous mishaps I made in his classroom, and if I'm being honest right now I don't even think I should be in AP Potions. Hell, I barely made it past last year's exams. To be fair I was partnered with Sheamus Finnigan and not to be rude but he wasn't the best partner. He just threw items into the cauldron and before you could tell him to stop, he would be dragged off to the Infirmary Wing with half of his eyebrows burned off. It made me chuckle thinking about it. Madam Pomfrey had to give him this vile of liquid to drink to make them grow back.

   I looked over to see Ginny still sleeping. She was snoring. Don't tell her I told you but she and Ron are two of the same person. Just one with longer hair and better grades. I did a quick check into the mirror and off I went. The hallways were quite this early in the morning. There was a damp feeling as I walked down the stairs. I walked past the kitchen and I could hear the elfs yelling back and forth. It always made me think of that one time when Ron was dared to steal a biscuit from one of the elf's pans and he got hit on the head with wooden spoons. I was approaching the doors as Professor Snape was rounding the corner. "Morning Miss Black," he muttered as he opened the door. I was not surprised to see Hermione already in there. "Ah Miss Granger," Snape muttered, "You're early. How wonderful."

   "That didn't sound too wonderful to me," I thought to myself. I took a seat in the back row. I liked sitting in the back. Snape always overlooked that section of his classroom. His classroom was always organized. Everything had its place. The front of the classroom had this wide table where Snape usually stood behind lecturing. The cauldrons were in this clear glass case to his right, along the side of brewing sticks and jars of multi-colored liquids. The tables that we students use are dark brown wood with two matching stools. Each table was evenly spaced and behind me were the doors to the potions closet. You didn't want to piss off Snape or he would have you clean the entire closet. Next to the closet doors, there were wooden shelves that held more jars. All labeled of course. Those jars are filled with the weirdest assortments of things. In my second year, we were instructed to write an essay on Flobberworm Mucus and I had to brew a simple Wiggenweld Potion. I had to use "eye of newt". Whatever that might be. I didn't even want to know. For all I know I could have been throwing lizard eyes into my cauldron.

    I look back to the front to see 5th-year students filling the classroom. Neville tried to take the seat next to me but Snape caught him before he could sit down. He partnered Neville with Angie Selenor, a 5th-year Gryffindor. Everyone was getting settled and Snape had just given us a terrifying lecture about how half of us will fail when the doors flew open as I saw Fred and George stumble in. "Your late," Snape states. "15 points from Gryffindor," Fred groaned as he took his seat in the front. "Let this be a lesson to never be late on your first day back," Snape grumbled as books flew over our heads and landed in front of us. They were laced with a black cover and in shiny gold words, it said ADVANCED POTION-MAKING.

   As my book lands in front of me, George slides into the seat next to me. "Mind if I sit?" he asked as he opened his book, "Everywhere else is full." I nod looking down. I could hear Professor Snape talking in the background but for some reason, my shoes seemed easier to look at.

  About ten minutes went by before I realized I was being elbowed.

   "Do you want me to grab the ingredients or are you?" George told me. I looked up and saw Snape's black eyes pierce right through mine. "Uhh, can you?" I told him "I'm finishing this page real quick," I lied. I hadn't even read the first word yet. I looked back down at my book pretending as if I had just finished reading the page. Half an hour in and George has done most of the work. Honestly, I wasn't complaining. I had no idea what was going on. He looked so confident too. As he reached over our table he grabs this small black jar. He was wearing this golden ring on his middle finger, with an imprint of the Gryfindor house sign. "I like your ring," I tell him as he measures the black ink. "Oh thanks," he replies looking down at it. "It's a bit small but Mum gave it to me so I wear it,"

   "Ron always talks about the things your Mum gets you guys," I chuckle.

   "You know, next time she goes into a knitting frenzy I'll make sure she mails one to you," he teased. "I'm sure you would love a personalized sweater." I laugh only to be shot down by Snape. "Hey, who wouldn't?" I tell him "From the stories Ginny tells me, your Mum seems amazing." George looks at me for a second as if debating on what he should say next. "She is, but my closet can only hold so many sweaters." he jokes. I smile and look back at my book.

"Can you pass me that?" he asks me pointing to a small box on my side of the table. "Yeah, here you go," As I pass him the box his ring grazed the back of my hand. "Thanks," he mutters going back to the potion. Oh no. That feeling is back. That bad, awkward feeling that I had on the train yesterday. I could feel my face turn bright red as I try to hide it by looking down at my book. I side-eyed George to see if he noticed only to see him already looking at me. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked looking down at me. I lifted my head wishing that the class would just end. "No, it's just hot in here." "Oh, I'm never gonna hear the end of this. Oh lord just take me now, I'm begging you."

"If I knew any better I would say that I just made you nervous." he told me "That's why you looked away from me on the train too,"

   "I wish Finnagin was here right now. He could blow all of us up and this would all go away."

   "You don't make me nervous. I was just hot." I stated. George looked at me. Eyeing me up and down. "You sure about that?" he teased as his index finger ran over my hand in circles.

"Quit that," I said as I slapped his hand off mine. "You don't make me nervous, end of story." George chuckled as he looked back at his potions guide. I could feel the color disappear from my face just as Snape started dismissing the tables that were done. He finally got to ours and as soon as he said the word "acceptable." I booked it as fast as I could out of that classroom.

  I was halfway down the hall when I feel a tap on my shoulder.