YN x George Weasley

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"You think she's what?" Fred laughed as George told him what he feared Y/n was doing.

"I think she's been snogging Krum...maybe even Malfoy." George grumbled. He had seen her leaving an empty classroom the other day, looking around cautiously as she did so.

He had stayed behind a little longer, his eyes not moving from the door, and saw no other than Draco Malfoy leaving through it.

"Malfoy?" Fred said incredulously. "Draco Malfoy?"

"Yes!" He hated it when Fred didn't believe him.

"And Viktor Krum? The inseminator?"

"Yes!"

"What makes you think she's snogging Krum?"

"I saw him pushing her against a wall last night."

Fred's eyebrows shot up. "Well, that's certainly slightly incriminating."

"Slightly?"

Fred shrugged. "Well, you didn't actually see them kissing, did you?"

"No, but-"

Fred held up his hand. "Did you see her kissing Malfoy?"

"Not exactly, but-"

Fred interrupted him again. "Have you expressed to her that you want to be exclusive?"

"Technically I haven't, but-"

Fred stood up and put his hands on George's shoulders, shaking the shit out of him. "Then it doesn't matter! I doubt she's snogging either of them but if she is she has the right to!"

"She does?" George pushed Fred off of him.

"YES!" Fred rolled his eyes. "If you don't want her to be 'allowed' to snog other guys ask her to be exclusive. Ask her to be your girlfriend."

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The house elf that dragged a whole damn chalkboard to the 4th year Gryffindor girl's dormitory by herself deserved a medal.

Hermione, though usually deeply caring about the creatures working conditions, couldn't care less about the sweaty, out of breath, little house elf.

"Put it on my bed," she ordered, pacing around the room, tapping her wand against her hand and muttering to herself.

"Anything else, miss?" Thr poor house elf asked.

"A cup of tea would be lovely." Hermione climbed in her bed, closing the curtains around her.

The elf rushed out of the room to fetch Hermione her tea. On her way back through the common room, many students saw a very tired elf, shaking with the effort of swiftly carrying a steaming cup of earl gray to the girl's dorms.

Once Hermione had her tea, her chalkboard propped up against her headboard, and a her materials and books were piled around her, she could finally get to work.

Thank Merlin I brought my push pins and red string from home, she thought.