Various Harry Potter x Y/n

George Weasley x Y/n

I've always thought the boy that sat next to me in my classes was weird. And I somehow always manage to catch him staring at me at some point. But, recently I've been getting this strange feeling around him. I'm not sure what it is though, but I'm guessing it's hatred. I bumped into him in the hallway, and he stared at me, it looked like his face was red. I scowled and walked away.

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I'll admit that he crosses my mind a lot, and my stomach feels tight, like I'm going to throw up when I'm around him. Which even more proves the fact that I hate him. I was reading while walking, and I tripped.

(Always pay attention to your surroundings, lovebugs.)

But, before I could hit the floor, someone caught me.

"Are you ok?" They asked.

Their voice was deep but  soothing. I looked up at them to give my thanks, but when I saw them my smile instantly faded. It was the person I didn't want to see. I pushed him off me, and helped myself to my feet.

"What do you care?" I asked angerly.

I turned around and tried to leave, but I felt him grab my wrist I turned around to face him and stared at him in anger.

"What?" I asked.

He sighed "I can't do this anymore, I need to know."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you hate me?"

I stared at him I was about to say something, but my thoughts stopped me.

W͜͡h͜͡y͜͡ d͜͡o͜͡ I͜͡ h͜͡a͜͡t͜͡e͜͡ h͜͡i͜͡m͜͡? H͜͡e͜͡'s͜͡ n͜͡e͜͡v͜͡e͜͡r͜͡ d͜͡o͜͡n͜͡e͜͡ a͜͡n͜͡y͜͡t͜͡h͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ m͜͡e͜͡, a͜͡n͜͡d͡ h͜͡e͜͡'s͜͡ a͜͡l͜͡w͜͡a͜͡y͜͡s͜͡ b͜͡e͜͡e͜͡n͜͡ n͜͡i͜͡c͜͡e͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ m͜͡e͜͡. I͜͡s͜͡ i͜͡t͜͡ h͜͡i͜͡s͜͡ v͜͡o͜͡i͜͡c͜͡e͜͡? H͜͡i͜͡s͜͡ f͜͡a͜͡c͜͡e͜͡? H͜͡i͜͡s͜͡ h͜͡a͜͡i͜͡r͜͡? T͜͡h͜͡e͜͡ f͜͡a͜͡c͜͡t͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡a͜͡t͜͡ h͜͡e͜͡ m͜͡a͜͡k͜͡e͜͡s͜͡ m͜͡y͜͡ f͜͡a͜͡c͜͡e͜͡ h͜͡e͜͡a͜͡t͜͡ u͜͡p͜͡ w͜͡h͜͡e͜͡n͜͡ h͜͡e͜͡'s͜͡ n͜͡e͜͡a͜͡r͜͡? H͜͡o͜͡w͜͡ h͜͡e͜͡ m͜͡a͜͡k͜͡e͜͡s͜͡ m͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡t͜͡u͜͡t͜͡t͜͡e͜͡r͜͡ w͜͡h͜͡e͜͡n͜͡ h͜͡e͜͡ g͜͡e͜͡t͜͡s͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡o͜͡ c͜͡l͜͡o͜͡s͜͡e͜͡? H͜͡o͜͡w͜͡ I͜͡ g͜͡e͜͡t͜͡ a͜͡ w͜͡e͜͡i͜͡r͜͡d͜͡ f͜͡e͜͡e͜͡l͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡ a͜͡r͜͡o͜͡u͜͡n͜͡d͜͡ h͜͡i͜͡m͜͡? I͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡i͜͡n͜͡k͜͡ H͜͡e͜͡r͜͡m͜͡i͜͡o͜͡n͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡a͜͡i͜͡d͜͡ i͜͡t͜͡'s͜͡ c͜͡a͜͡l͜͡l͜͡e͜͡d͜͡ b͜͡u͜͡t͜͡t͜͡e͜͡r͜͡f͜͡l͜͡i͜͡e͜͡s͜͡. W͜͡a͜͡i͜͡t͜͡......a͜͡m͜͡ I͜͡....i͜͡n͜͡l͜͡o͜͡v͜͡e͜͡ w͜͡i͜͡t͜͡h͜͡ h͜͡i͜͡m͜͡?

"I.....I don't know." I said.

"What do you mean you don't know? There has to he a reason you hate me." He replied.

"I just....don't know." I tried to turn around and leave, but he stopped me.

"Well, if you don't have a reason then why can't we be frineds?" He asked.

"Because......because we can't." I said.

"Why not?"

I was starting to get annoyed aa he began following me.

"Because, I said so."

"But, I don't want to be enemies."

"Too bad."

"I want us to be friends."

"I don't."

"Why not?"

I'd had enough at this time. I turned around to face him and yelled "BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!"

We both paused not knowing how to react.

"T-then, would you like to....go out with me?" He asked.

I blushed he liked me too.

"S-sure."

"Great, so I'll pick up tomorrow at seven?"

"Yeah."

"Great, see you tomorrow." He said with a red face.

I watched as he walked away, my face was burning and I was full of excitement. I couldn't wait for tomorrow.