Abandoned

06

Crimson went on to live her life in Hogwarts, Her bruises weren't visible anymore. And she can't tell Adrian how thankful she was. He would tell her she was being annoying, but she knew he was happy to see her skin normal again.

Also, She avoided George, at all cost.

George on the other hand, his feet always led him to her. It's like calling out for her.

When she was going to the library, he always end up there. When he's turning to a corridor, he'd feel she'll be there and she always was. Or when he's turning going to the courtyard, his heart pumps at a rapid pace and his chest starts getting heavy, he knows, she'll be there.

And luckily, her classes with him didn't require any seating arrangement. So she sit everywhere but near him.

George was frustrated to say the least, he felt many emotions towards her, and the situation. He talked to Fred about it, but the imbecile didn't have any good advice cause Crimson was very hard to read.

Crimson had her gaurd up at all times, their hugging session with Pucey was a very rare thing of affection coming from her.

Now, She was sitting at the Quiditch Pitch. Reading a book while waiting for Adrian to finish with practice.

George was also there, luckily he had a good excuse of being there, they also had practice. But they we're waiting for the Slytherin's to be done so there won't be any ruckus.

He was on the field down below with some of his friends, they we're talking but his eyes were on her. Crimson minded her business all the time so she didn't know he was staring at her from afar.

She looked pretty today.

Her hair was up into a claw clip, two front pieces over her face. It was a Saturday. So she didn't wear her uniform.

A classic big sweater, and he assumed a white top since it was peeking through her neck line, some blue baggy jeans and white sandals.

"She's gonna melt if you keep staring at her like that." Fred said, noticing his brothers gaze was somewhere else.

George rolled his eyes at him, and continued to look at her.

"She cuts of people really fucking easily." George huffed, he was being so vulgar these past few days.

"George..." Fred huffed. "I think it's a sign that you need to move on."

Lee snickered "Move on from what? They were nothing."

It earned him a kick in the thigh from George, it was pretty fucking harsh and he ended up whimpering. He couldn't even continue eating his candies.

"Why is he even here? He isn't on the team, all he does is yap into a mic." George grumbled.

"I'm here for moral support, dingus." Lee groaned as he held his thigh.

"You aren't giving my morals anything, what your giving me is a migraine." He said. "Leave the yapping to the mic, Lee."

"Fucking dickhead." Lee gave him a side eye as Fred rubbed his back.

"Can't blame, little George. It's his first time dealing with these kind of feelings." Oliver butted in.

"No one asked for your fucking input, Wood." George snapped, before grabbing his broom and stood up to go to the shed and polish it.

"You two are morons." Fred shook his head.

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After the Slytherin practiced. The Gryffindor's mounted up their brooms and flew into the air.