The Wand Makers Apprentice

Chapter 20

As I made my way up from the lake the next morning, the wind blowing through my hair, I saw the approaching Quidditch team running towards me, lead by Oliver. I hugged him as he came in contact with my body and he spun me around. I laughed as he slammed me down next to where Alicia stood, and I along with the rest of the team walked up to the pitch. Lena and Fred were stood outside the changing rooms, tounges forced down each others throat, forcing me to make a very obscure facial express. George looked behind to were I was stood and mirror's me, before realizing that we weren't on speaking terms and turned back around with a scowl. I wasn't sure who Gryffindor were playing today, all I knew was that I'd be forced along again and I wasn't best please about it.

I decided to sit on the stands today with Lene, who seemed to be in a bad mood, as usual. Her and Fred were almost as on and off as George and I. George...

The more I thought about him the worse I felt. Him and Angelina were all over each other nowadays, making out in the common room, and cuddling all the time. I tried not to feel jealous, but instead found myself visiting the lake more and more often, and crying more and more often.

George and I are fine, we don't fight and we joke around and have a laugh, but it just doesn't seem right. I'm the one who should be kissing him, he's my George.

The worst part about it is that I've not just lost George, but I've lost Cedric. He was my best friend, the person I could rely on when I needed someone, the person who I could mess around with and someone who I would class as a brother. I miss him more than anyone, even though I still have George in my life, I sometimes think I made the wrong decision.

I don't want to speak to him though! He hates me, but I just want an old Cedric hug to make everything to feel better, and to talk to him about George and Angelina. I could tell Lene, but she's been off with me. Biting at everything I say and I know that if I tell her she'll just tell me I'm been a selfish cow, which I know I am, but I need someone took tell me what I'm thinking is right, even though it's not.

And as I sat there in though, I heard cheers erupt around me. Gryffindor seemed to soaring ahead, with a considerable amount more points than Slytherin. But Harry seemed to be zooming all over the pitch, and the next second Snape wads on fire...

I wandered down to the changing rooms to meet Fred. Lene slouched behind, almost impossible to make conversation with. We'd won the match and everyone was ecstatic with celebration. To my surprise, I was Angelina slouch out of the changing room looking unusually grave. I shot her a kind smile, which was returned with a filthy glare.

I turned to Lene who had woken from her grump to throw me a shocked look, before sticking several fingers up in Angelina's direction. Angelina and I had been getting on fine recently. We would never be the best if friends, but we were talking and sharing homework. She even gave me a nice Bertie not bean flavour, and Lene normally gives me sausage.

I shrugged Angelina from my mind as I saw Oliver run out if the changing room and wrap me in a tight hug, follow by the rest of the team. I noticed that neither of the twins had come out, and went inside to investigate.

"Fred." I said in a curious voice, just louder than my usual tone.

No reply came, but still I went on. I went around to the boys side of the changing room to where the showers were, and poked my head around, to see that the shower at the ends head was on. I smiled, knowing that one of them was in the end of the cubicle, and I took this as the perfect opportunity for a cheeky prank.

Rushing forward to the bench outside the shower, I grabbed all the clothes that lay there, including the towel. I dashed over to the main room, and began to examine them, to find out it's owner.

I pulled up the robes and held them up to my face, inhaling the deep sent of explosives which seemed to linger around the twins. Shutting my rys to enhale more, I picked up the slight waft of honey and chocolate, George.

I suddenly felt rather paniky. If it was Fred I knew he could take the joke, but could George? But it was all too late. I heard the twist of the knob and the water flow stop, followed by some spft footsteps coming my way.

It tool several long minutes before George stepped out into the main chaning room, clutching his privates and looking very red in the face. Hr blushed more when he saw me grin, and his eyes followed down to his clothes. His mouth hung open for a moment, before he dasdhrd towards me at full speed.

I had the strong swift movements of a swimmer, but he had the quick reaction and fast pace of a Quidditch player. The two were quite a contender for each other.

After he chased me for a good he minutes, I finally gave in, slowly my pace, allowing him to win. He dived down on me, slamming me to the ground. He was hot and sweaty from the running and his shower, and I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck. I flipped myself over, so I was facing him, our noses touched and lips brushed past each other.

I remembered he was completely naked.

We kissed for what felt like forever. Well I wish it was forever. Her began to take off my top, until we were wearing indentical outfits...

The next morning I woke up in the main changing room of the Gryffindo changing room. I was relieved that it want a practice morning, as I was layer next to George on the floor, both of us wearing zero. He was still fast asleep as I dressed and left the changing room, still not sure if what we did last night was a dream of not.