YN x George Weasley

15

You looked for Krum and fleur in the Great Hall first but didn't find them. However you did catch pieces of your rumour wherever you went. It had already transformed into dozens of different tales.

Your favorite being Fleur did decide to keep the baby and gave birth to two hideous twins. She was so horrified by them she drowned them. You liked the imagination and brutality of it but not in a mental sort of way.

On your way to the durmstrang ship a strong pair of hands grasped your shoulders and pulled you back. You yelled out but a hand quickly covered your mouth, smothering it.

Cold stones pressed against your back as your attacker held you to a wall. Even in the dark you knew who it was. "I remember this being more fun, Vik."

"You bitch!" He yelled and slammed his fist against the brick by your head. You didn't flinch. He pulled his hand back and shook it.

"Did you hurt your hand?" You mock him in a baby voice and the rage on his face harshens.

"You bitch." He growls again, pressing his hands harder into your shoulders.

"Now, there is no need for name calling, love." You put on your fakest sweet voice.

"I know it was you!" His eyes were practically jumping out of their sockets.

"I have no idea of what you are referring to."

"How could you do that Hermione! Spreading those infernal lies about Fleur and me!"

You scoff. "And why would I do that?"

"You hate us! You think we ruined you by exposing the truth. That's why you moved schools, right?"

"Don't flatter yourself."

"We still can ruin you. We can make everyone hate you. How would Weasley feel if he found out?"

"Don't you dare," you seethed, pushing against his arms.

Krum easily pushed you back. "You're on thin ice, Black. Be careful or you'll fall through."

He released you and stepped back. With one last glare he marched promptly towards the lake.

Well that didn't go as planned.

You rubbed your shoulders as you went to find fleur. Surely her confrontation wouldn't be as aggressive.

"Y/n?"

You turn to find George running up to you as you walked down a hall inside of the castle.  His nose was red and he had a cloak on.

"Hey, George," You said, smiling, the encounter with Krum pushed out of mind.

"Where have you been?" He asked, falling into step beside you. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"I just talked to Hermione and went on a quick walk." You look at him and he nods but something about it seems. . .off.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, not at all, love." He smiles though it seems forced.

Your heart thumps faster at the nickname. You stop walking and turn towards him. He stops and looks down at you. You put both hands on either side if his face and pull him  down to your mouth. You kiss him and release. "You sure?"

He smirked. "I'm positive." He drew you against him and you smiled as his lips met yours again for a longer, more passionate kiss. You tangled your fingers into his hair as you breathed in his cologne and tasted the night's desert on his breathe.

You pulled apart and you said, "I should probably go see if Mione is still outside." Though the last thing you wanted was to leave him.

"That would be best." He frowned teasingly and you smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"Want to walk with me to the lake? That's where I saw her last."

George smiled but shook his head. "I would love to but I have homework to finish up. McGonagall is getting on my case."

"Okay, see you later?"

"Of course."

You kissed him on the cheek and quickly pecked his lips before heading towards the lake. You felt bad, lying about looking for Hermione, but oh well.

You headed away from the lake and looked for fleur. After half an hour in the cold night you prayed Fleur would show up as Viktor had but as she was a lot less outwardly aggressive you doubted it.

You headed inside and went upstairs to the gryffindor tower but before you entered a polite, if not a little condescending "AHEM" caught your attention.

"Oh, Fleur, I was just looking for you."

Her stone cold, beautiful features didn't shift, staying in sharp, angry lines.

"You think you're so funny, don't you Black?" Her accent catches on some of the words but they still contain the threatening tone you expected.

"Save the speech, Delacour. Krum already gave me it."

"5 days," she hissed while turning around. "5 days for you to fix this or I'll tell and remember," she turned and looked you in the eyes, mouth twisted in a cruel smile, "you've always been a lot nicer than me."