Shit, I'm Falling For A Weasley || George Weasley

Chapter Three - In which Weasley asks me out

"Lily Argent?"

 A timid voice calls in the common room and everyone suddenly becomes quiet. I look up and a boy, looking no older than 11 or 12 hands me a note shakily. "Professor Snape wants to see you," he says in a quiet voice and the paper immediately crumples in my hand.

I've managed to avoid him for a week. I called off sick on both Potions lessons so that I wouldn't have to see him. If I continue this another week like I planned to, I can almost predict the lecture I'm going to get from Granger for being so careless with my studies in a critical year. My fists are clenched so tight I can feel my nails digging into my palms.

I glare at the boy and he scampers away. After a pause everyone goes back to their conversations. What would Severus do if I didn't show up? Would he blame the boy? No, he's accomplished at Legilimency, he would know I got the note. I shut my Divination textbook and decide to get some fresh air. It's not the first time I've avoided him. 

Last year, around the time of the Yule Ball, I was so angry at him, I spent Christmas alone, which meant he spent it alone. A boy from Durmstrang had asked me to the dance and after being completely surprised at his brashness, I rejected him. I had planned on going, the idea of it all seemed so silly, yet so enticing. Dressing up and pretending that everything was okay for one night? The event had my name written all over it.

It did not matter that I didn't have a date, the food and music would have been enough. But of course Severus Snape had to intervene. Anything to take away a source of potential happiness, all in the name of my safety. 

Walking across the deserted courtyard, I smile to myself. Severus isn't going to be happy and for some reason that makes me happy. I know he wants to help me, but he can be so suffocating. Plus he spent the whole summer out of the house on secret business that he refused to tell me about. So why should I listen to him now? 

Severus Snape adopted me when I was five, but he was always a family friend and someone I knew from the moment I was born. Growing up in his house, I learnt the many ways I could get on his nerves. Without much else to entertain me, I enjoyed my favourite game of annoying my guardian. This became less fun as I grew older. The focus became more serious on controlling my powers and emotions. 

"You know Snape's room is on the other side of the school, Argent?" A voice says dryly and instinctively I grip my wand but I don't draw it. Is he stalking me?! 

"Hey look we're improving. You didn't try to hex me!" George says cheerily as he jogs to catch up with me. I turn and point my wand at his chest with a small grin.

"Sure about that Weasley?" I mutter and his eyebrows flick upwards, challenging me again to go through with my threat. Sighing, I stuff away my wand, knowing that he doesn't know what he's asking for. I turn and walk away from him. 

He's another person I've successfully managed to avoid this week. Wherever there was a sign of red hair, I've practically bolted in the other direction. It's honestly become a weird superpower of mine to sense when he's around. I know it's him, because his sane twin doesn't share the same obsession. 

I've made sure to spend most of my time in the girls' dormitory or the library. Once I caught George browsing through some shelves and that ruined that hiding place. Now I resort to the running in the opposite direction whenever I hear his name or hear his voice. 

A hand grabs my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

"Have I done something wrong Lily?" he asks in a small voice and I screw my eyes shut. I can't let him know anything about me. I have to push him away. I repeat the two phrases in my head like a mantra, but it doesn't seem to be working. See, I may have been avoiding George Weasley this week, but the more he ends up finding me, I fear I'm fighting a losing battle.