Bellatrix's Daughter (A Harry Potter Fan Fic)

Chapter 5: A Night Under the Stars

I felt different after telling Tom. As if, I knew I was going to be ok. Summer was speeding past me, and the lazy days at The Burrow were flying. Like George and Fred, who would constantly be outside on their brooms. George even one day made me go behind him on the broom, and I had to hug him tightly, which he loved. One particular afternoon, I was sitting on my bed, reading The Daily Prophet when I heard a knock on my door. From the special knock, this went tap, tap tap tap, tap, tap tap, I knew it was George.

‘Come in.’ I said, as I turned the page of the newspaper, before looking up, and nearly missing a heartbeat. His hair was tousled, and he had no shirt on. He obviously saw me looking at his pecks, and smirked.

‘Up here Andy.’ He said, whilst he strolled over to sit next to me. My head shifted up, and he slung an arm round my shoulder.  ‘I was wondering, er, you know, if you, um, wanted to go ...you know ... it doesn’t matter.’ I smiled, knowing exactly what he was trying to say.

‘Yes.’ Was all I said, and his face lit up.

‘Really?’ I nodded, and he smiled sincerely.

‘Well Miss Lestrange, you better get ready. I shall be escorting you, in let’s say, twenty minutes.’ His arrogant streak was obviously back... woah, twenty minutes?! How was I meant to get ready in that time? I rose off my bed as George walked out, and skidded in my socks over to my wardrobe. Where were we going? I pulled out a floral skirt, black tights, and a tight black top. I put my brogues on, and quickly pulled my brush through my midnight black hair. I walked downstairs, to see practically everyone in the living room, smiling at me. Ginny stood next to me, and whispered:

‘George couldn’t resist telling everyone.’ She said, as I rolled my eyes. I walked over to the door where George, was standing. George motioned for everyone to go away, and escorted me out.

‘Well Miss Lestrange, you do look rather dashing.’

‘Why thank you Mr Weasley. You don’t look so bad yourself.’ That was a total understatement. He was dressed casually, but still looked amazing. ‘Where exactly are you taking me?’ I asked, unusually afraid.

‘Well, to be frank, we are going hiking.’ Hiking? I’m not an outside type of girl. In fact, I hate anything to do with nature. But I was with George, so it couldn’t be boring, right? ‘Your face obviously isn’t happy with that.’ He said, looking disappointed.

‘No! Of course I’m happy.’ I said, and he smiled again. We walked along the uneven grass until we were standing around an old boot. I was confused. ‘A boot?’ I said, as George looked at his watch.

‘Grab the boot.’ I looked at him, and he frowned. ‘Just do it!’ I grabbed the boot, and suddenly we whirled away, spinning. All I could see is mist, and a flash of red hair. Suddenly, I was thrown on the floor, before hitting my leg.

‘Buggar!’ I screamed in pain. George, who was standing there calm and collected, laughed, and picked me up. ‘Thanks.’ I said, embarrassed. He chuckled a little, and I noticed he hadn’t let go of my hand. I wriggled my fingers, and he noticed, dropping my hand immediately. I looked around us. We were surrounded by fields and meadows, and the sun was just setting nicely over the horizon. It was perfect. I looked at George, who was walking up the nearby hill.  I guess this was the hiking part. I ran up to, and then past him.

‘C’mon George, race you to the top!’ I shouted, turning round and running up the hill. I thought I was creating a bit of a distance, but it seemed that I hadn’t, as George was in line with me, before speeding up, and going to far for me to reach. I was so focused on George, I didn’t see the nearby boulder, and toppled over it, landing in a heap. I rubbed my sore head, and looked at the nasty cut on my leg. George ran back over to me, and scooped me up into his arms.

‘Miss Lestrange, you’re rather clumsy aren’t you?’ I blushed slightly, and snuggled myself in George’s arms. When we reached the top of the hill, there was a blanket and picnic all set out, with candles and everything. I looked at George gobsmacked. ‘What? I can be romantic.’ I laughed as he put me on the blanket.

‘This is beautiful.’ I said.

‘I know.’ Said George, who was looking at me. Surely he didn’t mean...?

‘Sit down.’ I said, and George sat down next to me, just close enough so that we were touching.

‘Andy, soon Fred, Ginny, Ron and I will all be going back to school.’ He paused, and I tensed up, sensing he felt the same. ‘I want you to come with me.’ I stood up, refusing to take in the information.

‘Woah, what? Excuse me? No, I will not go to school. School et moi do not go together.’ I said in a rush. I looked at George’s face, who was frowning. Way to go Pandora, spoil the mood why don’t you. ‘Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m not keen on school.’ I said, sitting down.

‘My school is different to muggle schools. It’s cool. Come with me? It’s only one year. And then you can come and help me and Fred at our amazing shop.’

‘Wow, what an amazing life plan.’ I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

‘Isn’t it just.’ George said. ‘So you’ll come?’ I groaned. I really had no choice in the matter.

‘Fine.’ I said simply, and he smiled.

‘I knew you’d give in sooner than later.’ I laughed. He was adorable. And the food he prepared (well, he says he prepared it, but I could just taste Molly’s cooking) was delicious. George told me all about his family, and Hogwarts, and plans for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. One question sprung to my mind, and without thinking, it blurted out.

‘Who’s Harry Potter?’ George pursed his lips, with a confused expression on his face.

‘Harry Potter? Well... he’s Ron’s friend... why?’ He asked, and I contemplated telling him everything about Tom, and the diary, but I knew I would look weird, and he’d tease me for it, so I decided to not say anything.

‘Oh no reason. I just heard his name a few times in conversation.’ I said quietly, lying down. It had turned to night, and the stars were glimmering beautifully. I looked at George, who had copied me in lying and looking at the stars. ‘Thank you George, this has been amazing.’ I said sincerely.

‘Well, there was one thing else that I wanted to do, so close your eyes.’ He said, and reluctantly I closed my eyes. And  George’s lips crashed onto mine.

A/N: Haii! It’s Laura! I’m sorry it’s short, but I liked the dramatic ending!! Kat should be uploading next, unless something comes up. But hope you enjoyed!!

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