Abandoned

02

A few weeks later. Crimson was currently in the library, Searching for a book for her assignment. It was rather eerie in the library since of course, no one was allowed to talk.

For the past couple of days though. George has been awfully, sunshiny and always in view of Crimson's sight. Though he wouldn't talk to her when she's close by. He would rather look at her from afar distance. This was just buried in her thoughts as she observed lately that the red head was now always rather close by.

"Need a hand?"

Crimson jumped lightly as it was just quite for a moment. She turned around and it was Adrian.

"Oh, yeah. Just that book that I can't reach." She chuckled.

Adrian laughed lightly, getting the book for her. She reached for it with her fingertips and held it close to her other books.

Adrian then leaned back against a desk, and started a conversation.

"Taking Snape's class? yikes, Red. You never learn." Adrian shook his head as he chuckled.

Crimson rolled her eyes with a smile on her lips.

"Hey, I like the challenge Snape gives me. Awfully rewarding when I see his face when I get something right, or how he's forced to give me a perfect score on each seat work activity." She shrugged, looking for more books.

"Merlin, you didn't change a bit after the break." He looked at her with awe.

She chuckled. "Well how could I? I'm basically in my room all day."

Adrian was the only person she could only open up to, Pucey and the Bullets were rather close. So they grew up together and Adrian was the only person who knew what was actually going on behind close doors in the Bullet Manor. So she felt safe opening up to him since he practically knows her.

A hand suddenly slithered to her waist, abruptly crashing his lips onto hers. Crimson letting her books fall to their feet as she held onto his shoulder when he picked her up by her thighs and crashed her back into the bookshelves. Their lips moving in sync, heavy breathing filled the room, books clashing off the bookshelves.

oh and that too.

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"Miss Bullet?" The old professor called.

No answer.

"Is Miss Bullet here?" He called again.

The red head kept looking around the large room. Searching a particular jet black, blue eyed girl around the room.

"Again, Miss-"

Crimson came into the doors, abruptly. Hair all messed up, one sock was long and one was not rolled up all the way, some of her buttons were not in the right hole, as her fingers tried to sort out her Slytherin tie.

"Here! I'm so sorry sir." Crimson said, breathing heavily. "It won't happen again. I promise you."

The old man then looked at her, scanning her up and down, quietly judging her messy figure.

"I'll let this go since it's your first day back" He said "But I'll have you know, this is the last time I'll tolerate this."

"Yes sir, thank you." Crimson nodded lightly.

"Good. Now take a seat next to Mister Weasley." The professor pointed at an empty seat with his clip board.

Crimson then looked at the red head to see him already looking at her, as they made eye contact, everything blurred out of George's vision.