I love you, I'm sorry - G.W

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"You're caught in my crossfire"

Walking into DADA the Monday following thee Quidditch match I felt a rush of anticipation flow through me. To see George.

We hadn't spoken this past weekend as I'd been caught up with Thea and Willow. They are really buying into our fabrication of lies. More like Thea under the delusion this could somehow mean a marriage certificate for her and his twin brother.

I wanted to see him after I diligently played my part in being his biggest supporter. I'd like to think I was successful but maybe it was too much or even too little. The Gryffindor scarf was for my benefit, not his, the grounds are still freezing this time of year.

The anticipation twisted into a harsh knot of anxiety. My fingers instinctively reached for the golden chained necklace hanging from my neck. Easing small parts of the turbulent storm rushing inside me.

The heaviness only worsened as he walked into class. Laughing at something his brother said, billowing right past me. Does this mean he doesn't want to talk to me? The grip at my neck tightened.

I only left that state when Professor Moody strutted into the room, silencing each and every thought. He always had that effect on me it seemed. Simply terrifying, lovely.

"Since we're a good few lessons into the term it's time to get started on your projects. I want a detailed report from each person in your pairs on whichever set of curses I give you alright?" He thundered into the spacious room.

Without waiting for an answer he clearly did not need, he set about assigning pairs.

"Towler, Jordan"

"McKinley, Gates"

"Spinnet, Asher"

"Weasley, Hollows"

"Weasley, Johnson"

He rattled off the rest of the list as partners already started moving to sit together. I decide to stay where I am because there is a perfectly empty seat next to me. I briefly consider freaking out as George makes his way over and sits on my left, brushing shoulders.

Only that's when I notice it isn't him, it's Fred. The absence of faint freckles resembling the Vulpecula constellation has my eyes searching the room for my star in question. To find he's already looking back at me. Giving me a secretive thumbs up before turning back to Angelina.

"No! Other Weasley!" Professor Moody bellows towards Fred and I. Suddenly I can breathe again.

The boys quickly exchange seats, dramatics from the pair of them. George rolls his eyes multiple times on the way over and Fred shouts, "But sir, I love Flora!" Thankfully his creepy spinny eye shuts him up. He certainly does not in fact love me.

George slumps down in his brother's recent spot, turning to me with a sigh. "I had it exactly how it was supposed to be until Moody came along, I mean what kind of name is Moody!?"

That same creepy spinny eye landed right on us. Merlin.

"WEASLEY! You'd do well to remember who to respect around here! Wouldn't want someone to take it the wrong way," I physically jump from my skin, mortified to be anywhere near this situation.

George does not seem phased in the slightest, plastering that stupid easy grin on his face. "Sorry sir."

Is he actually incompetent? Sorry sir?

Professor Moody agrees with my internal monologue it seems, "Sorry won't cut basic incompetence Weasley. Thanks to your big mouth your pair can research all 3 unforgivable curses. Then see how you choose to run your mouth."