Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 4

The next week Harry had started practicing with the team, making Oliver insufferable according to the twins and Diana.

"Come on, you can run faster than that!" Oliver shouted. Diana scowled at Oliver, ready to throw a big mud ball at his head, when she noticed George slipping and falling face first in the mud. She started laughing as George stood up and glared at her, face covered with mud.

"You think that's funny?" He asked as he tried to whip the mud off his face.

"Hilarious." She grinned, before noticing George's evil grin.

"Don't even think about it!" As she started backing away.

"I'm not doing anything!" He said as he took long strides towards her. Diana started running down the field with George chasing her.

"That's it, guys! Keep up the good work!" Oliver shouted as the team started laughing.

"No!" Diana shouted when George finally caught up with her. George threw his arms around Diana, hugging her, getting covered in dirt, but Diana was squirming so much in his arms. They both toppled over, falling on their backs in dirt.

"George! I'm going to kill you!" Diana shouted, trying to stop herself from laughing as they sat up.

"Oh, it's okay Diana. You look amazing!" George said, smirking.

"Okay, you two! Enough fooling around!" Oliver shouted as the two stood up, covered in mud from head to toe.

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"Do you know how long it took me to get the mud out?" Diana asked Madlyn as they sat at the dinner table waiting for the twins and Lee after she explained to Madlyn what happened at practice.

"It took me an hour!" Diana huffed. Her hair was still wet as Madlyn started laughing.

"I bet you two looked ridiculous!"

"They sure did," Fred said as the three boys came over to them. Fred and Lee sat in front of Madlyn, and George sat next to Diana.

"Next time you should throw mud on him," Lee said, as they started pilling food on their plates.

"And get this beautiful face dirty? No thanks." Fred said, the group chuckled.

"Do you guys know who's going to be the commentator for your next quidditch match?" Lee asked, smirking.

"Who?" George asked,

"Me, of course! I sweet-talked McGonagall into it, said I've grown since first year." He shrugged.

"Are you sure?" Madlyn asked,

"Yes! I swore at one person, and she acted like I killed someone." Lee huffed, as the great hall door was pushed open, every head turned to look at Quirrell, who looked out of breath.

"Troll — in the dungeons — thought you ought to know," Quirrell said, before passing out. Everyone started shouting, terrified. Dumbledore took out his wand and shot four purple fireworks into the air to quiet everyone down. Diana felt a hand grasp hers, she looked down seeing George's hand on hers, staring at Dumbledore.

"Prefects, lead your Houses back to the dormitories immediately!" Percy quickly stood up.

"Follow me! Stick together, first years! No need to fear the troll if you follow my orders! Stay close behind me, now. Make way, first year coming through! Excuse me, I'm a prefect!" He shouted, pushing people out of the way. Diana slipped her hand away from George's, blushing as they stood up and followed Percy out of the room.

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