YN x George Weasley

16

You entered the common room and found it mostly empty save for a pair of first years crying over potions homework and hermione, ron, and Harry deep in conversation.

Being inquisitive, or as other say 'a nosy bitch', you approached the trio as quietly as you could, trying to listen to what they have to say.

"Mate," Ron said, clearly exasperated, "she just doesn't fancy you." He tossed and catched a rubber ball.

"I know. But I want her too!" Harry exclaimed, falling dramatically back on the sofa.

"Harry, you can't force somebody to like you," Hermione said, looking at Harry sympathetically.

"She's pretty smitten with Diggory, anyways," Ron said, ignoring hermione's glare. "Though I would be too. He's incredibly handsome."

"Ronald!" Hermione slapped Ron on the side of the head as Harry buried his head in his hands. "That is entirely unhelpful!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Like you care. Why're you so bloody worried about Harry's love life when your bloke knocked up fleur Delacour!"

Hermione gasped. "That is a rumour. They have no proof."

Ron throws the ball at the fireplace as he stands up. It bounces off the brick and hits him in the face.

You hide behind an abnormally large chair as he storms out of the rooof the.

Well that was a waste of time..

You head up the stairs, mind full of ways you can stop the rumour.

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"Was that Y/n that just walked pass, Harry?" Hermione asked as a figure walked by, heading toward the dorms.

Harry shrugs, staring blankly into the fire. "It's Gryffindor tower, she's a Gryffindor. Are you sure I have no chance with Cho?"

"It's late to be coming in, especially in the winter." Hermione said. George had come in with Fred a while ago, looking oddly melancholy. She couldn't think of anyone else you regularly hang out with.

"Does Y/n's night plans really matter?" Harry asked, yawning. "Isn't Cho pretty?"

"I have a feeling she's up to something." Hermione stared at the staircase thoughtfully.

"She's your friend, just ask her. Anyway, about Cho-"

Hermione ignored her friend's rants about a girl who didn't care about him, instead she starts hatching a plan.

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You buried your head in your pillow and screamed. You have no idea how to stop the rumour. If only you weren't so tragically brilliant.

Kill Krum? No, it'd be hard to spin it as suicide. Plus, Mione would be devastated.

Kill Fleur? Would be great deal of fun but it would be obviously murder by the time you're done.

Kill anybody that talks about it?  To much work. 

It was pointless! You screamed into your pillow again. 5 days. The bitch gave you 5 days.

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"Hey!" You clamped your hand over Draco's mouth as you dragged him into an empty classroom the next day.

I can still turn back. You couldn't believe you were actually going to ask Malfoy for help but he grew up with Narcissa. That women knows how to fix up things others fuck up.

"You know the rumour about Fleur and Krum?"

He raises a blonde eyebrow. "You mean thr one you started?"

You shushed him. "That's neither here nor there, sweetheart."

"Then what do you want?"

"Black? What do you want?" Draco asked, the words sounded aggressive but you knew deep down he didn't mean them to be.

You took a deep breath. Here it goes.

"I-" You hesitated, it physically hurt to say the words. "Need you to he-he- help me stop it."

Draco smirked then laughed. "You need me to help you stop a rumour you started?"

You glared at him as he clutched his side. "It's not that bloody funny."

He shook his head. "No, it totally is."

You let him laugh it out. "You done?"

He wipes a loteral fucking tear from his eye. "Yes, I am. And I'll help you."

You tried to hide the relief from your face. "Brilliant."

Draco smiled. "If-"

Not brilliant.

"If?" You pressed, scared for the response.

"You come see the family."