Another Love, George Weasley

bitches get stitches

warning: this chapter is very fast, so read a little more slowly for best experience 😽

I woke up on the common room couch, with a small note of parchment on my arm from Harry. He said that he had to tutor potions to somebody in the room we slept in and had to move me.

I smiled at the gesture and sat up. I decided that today I was going to Hogsmeade.

By myself, you may ask? Yes, because I think it will be calming..? I don't know.

I walked into my dorm and got changed into clean clothes (a dark red tank top and white denim shorts), before heading out of the common room.

When I walked into the corridor, I felt the cold air hit my bare skin. It left a trail of goosebumps on my arms and legs.

I shivered lightly but eventually got used to the weather. Suddenly it hit my mind that the second task was coming up.

"I'll deal with it later," I whispered to myself as I walked closer to the Hogsmeade entrance. I smiled brightly, stepping into the beautiful village.

I saw Fred Weasley hugging a quivering Angelina Johnson, trying to warm her up. My heart almost jumped from the sight.

Even if I don't like his twin, Fred and Angelina's relationship was adorable as hell.

I stumbled through the crowds of people, searching for Three Broomsticks. When I set eyes on it, another smile rose to my lips.

I walked in the gorgeous store, admiring it's decorations. I sat down at an empty table next to a window with a beautiful view, and ordered a butterbeer.

As I waited for my drink, I saw a very familiar person outside, with someone I didn't recognize. Harry was the person I knew. And he was with a different girl.

"Harry?" I whispered under breath. "What did you say?" The waitress says, making me jump in surprise. "I have your butterbeer, miss. It will be 2 galleons, please."

"O-oh, right. Here you go." I handed her the coins, and smiled at her as she walked away.

I grabbed the butterbeer and drank a little less than a half of the cup, before letting out a long breath.

Harry and the girl were now in the shop. Ordering drinks.

Wait.. Is that Chrissy Dolohov? Her dad is a really famous death eater..

She whispered something into Harry's ear before making her way over to me.

I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, before clearing my throat.

"What do you want, Dolohov?" I ask, folding my hands on the table. "Nothing. I just want to let you know about me and.." She let out a weary sigh, making me have to hold in a gag, "Harry..."

"Oh, bloody hell" I mumbled, and she giggled loudly before sitting across from me. "What did you do now?" I ask, slightly raising my voice in suspicion.

"Well.. Yeah, I fucked him. And he was pretty into it, princess," she snickered, licking her bottom lip.

"He looks so hot when he wears his hair like that. Don't you agree?"

I wanted to beat the fuck out of this bitch.

"Mhm, I agree. He looks so.. sexy" I said in a fake aroused tone, making her eyebrows furrow harshly together.

"Well, guess what Malfoy? He loves me, not you. He said it to me this morning," she fiddled with her fingers while smiling obnoxiously.

My heart sunk. This morning. The note. Harry said he was tutoring, but he was with Christina Dolohov? Come on, Harry.

I thought you made me happy.

"Really?" I asked with a voice crack. She pouted her lips, nodding heavily. She hummed vocally and said, "I bet he thinks of me while kissing you."

My heart sinked lower. She's lying, she's lying, she's lying. SHE IS LYING.

"I cant deal with your shit right now, honestly. Tell Harry we'll be having a very brief conversation tonight," I said before thrusting my things into my handbag and storming out of the building, and before I knew it, the village.

Deep breaths.

Happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.

THINK OF HAPPY THINGS YOU BITCH!

"Fuck!" I yelled, spilling all the rage out of me. I felt a wave of dizziness, before all the trees surrounding me flung to the floor and out of the ground.

"What the..." I whispered, before running as fast as I could back to Hogwarts.