Double The Fun {George's Side} [book 1]

Chapter 15

After charms and lunch I go to muggle studies, sadly the only class I have no friends in.
I walk through the doors and notice I am yet again early.
Before I have a chance to step away from the door someone walks in to me, most likely in a hurry to get to class, causing me to fall to the floor.
"Ouch...!" I whimper as I begin to sit up, rubbing my now throbbing head.
I look over to the person who caused this little collision to see the back of their head, slicked back white blonde hair, with way to much product in it.
Their head turned slightly and I was immediately looking into silver eyes.
"Malfoy?" I ask, but it comes out as more of a squeek.
Please don't tell me Crabe and Goyle are with him, they'll kill me for sure....!
I quickly look around him and notice his bodyguards are nowhere to be seen.
I let out a small sigh of relief.
I look back at him to see him having a bit of a panic attack.
"Draco?" I ask, totally forgetting formalities and trying to find out if he's okay, he looks as if I've just killed him. "Are you okay?"
He then quickly shoves me into a broom closet across the hall from the classroom.
"What are we doing in a broom closet?" I ask.
"I was hoping I would be the only forth year." He mumbles between shaky breaths. "Then I wouldn't be found out."
"So the big bad pureblood Slytherin prince is worried about his reputation?" I ask, a sly smirk spreading across my lips.
He looks up at me, a pleading look in his eyes.
"Please don't tell?!?" He begged. "I'm the only Slytherin that takes this class!"
"I'll keep it a secret if you tell me why you're taking it." I tell him.
He nods slightly, understanding.
"The girl I like is a mud-muggle born and I wanted to be able to talk to her about the muggle world, that is if I ever got the chance to talk to her without a fight starting..." He says sadly.
"Aww!" I say quietly. "Hermione's a lucky girl."
"You-wait-what-how did you?!" He stumbles over the words, his porcelain skin turning a deep scarlet.
"Don't worry, I won't tell." I say. "And how about I help you!"
"What?" He asks.
"I want to help you."
"But why?"
"Because I think Hermione deserves better than Ron Weasley."
"And I'm better?"
"Yes." I say with a nod and then I leave the broom closet and walk to class with Draco at my heels.