What Goes Up, Must Come Down #Wattys2016

Chapter 9: I'm Laughing so Hard Right Now

"So Cass," George says as he side-steps in front of me, stopping my tracks. "Wanna ditch again?"

I try to push past him, but he juts grabs my shoulder, keeping me locked right in front of him. "I'll pass Weasley."

"You'd rather go to Divination than hang out with your best friend?!" He winks at me, causing me to....go red in the face....was that the term I am using for blush? I think so. Yes, I went red in the face. Not blushing, just red!

"How in the name of Merlin do you know my schedule? And I am nowhere near your friend, Weaslbee." I fold my arms firmly across my chest, trying to look somewhat intimidating. But sadly, being shorter than 4"9 doesn't help much in that situation.

George rolls his eyes. "Never mind that. So, do you want to go swimming in the Black Lake again?"

I whip my head around. "Not so loud!" I hiss at him.

"Oh, did you ask to talk louder?!" George yells, causing everyone in the hallway to look at him.

"George," I warn, but doesn't give in.

"So Cass, as I was saying, do you wanna go swimming again?! We can have some fun! Or are you a bit young for that?!" He teases loudly. Everyone just stares.

My eyes widen in horror at what he is suggesting. "You are disgusting, George Weasley!" I fume as I storm off to Divination, my face bright red.

*****

"Yo Rose!" George hollers to me from the other end of the library, just as I was about to pack up and leave.

I whip my head around. "What do you want!?"

His eyes twinkle as he smirks. "I think you know exactly what I want."

"Actually, I don't." I push past him. "Now, I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone!"

George grabs my arm, causing me to drop all my books. "Idiot." I mumble as I lean over to pick them up.

"Why do you need so many books anyways?" George questions as I regain my stance.

"None of your business, that's why."

"So Cass," George leans against a bookshelf. "Wanna go back to the lake?"

I look out the window. "It's already dark out."

George shrugs. "That only increases the fun. Or are you too scared? Oh....its soooooo dark out! So scary!" He mocks in a high pitched voice that is most likely suppose to be mine.

"Shut up."

"Fine then. But you're coming with me." Before I can protest, George grips my wrist and pulls me down the halls. This is why I hate being short and thin. I can't really resist his pull.

"I am not getting in that stupid lake again, now matter what you do! So let me go!" I demand as George pulls me down the empty halls.

"I'm not brining you to the lake. I have much better things planned." He says mischievously. I groan as stop struggling, and allow the filthy blood traitor to pull me to his planned destination. I figured, sense he is much stronger physically than me, it would save us both much time and effort if I just gave in, as it was obvious that he would have gotten me there eventually anyways.

"Then where are we going?" I question, annoyed.

"You'll find out soon enough."

He lead me around of the castle, me protesting the entire way. His grip was still holding me back from escaping, which I found quite annoying.

We walk for what seems like ages, before we reach a portrait of a bowl of fruit. "Beautiful." I comment dryly. "And the point is...?"

"You'll see. Now, Rose, go tickle the pear." He smirks.

I raise my eyebrow. "Is Rose my new nick name?"

"Possibly," George shrugs. "Now go tickle the pear."

"Could you repeat yourself?" I ask. "It sounded as though you told me to tickle the pear."

"I did," He says simply. "Now, go tickle the pear."

I blink, bewildered, but I slowly walk up the portrait, arm outstretched. "If this is some sort of trick that ends up getting me killed, I'll kill you Weaslbee!" I warn as I rub my fingers on the pear, which was right next to an apple and a banana.

It starts to laugh. I jump back in shock, landing on George's foot as the picture swings open. "Sorry." I apologize automatically.

What!? I just apologized?! I, Cassiopeia Joselyn 'Rose' Crouch, just apologized to a blood traitor. What is going on with me? First, I civilly talk to a blood traitor, then, I go swimming with one, and now I apologized to one!

I am going mental.

George walks to open portrait. "Come on Rose," He motions for me to step in. "Ladies first." He winks at me as I reluctantly walk in.

"Such a gentleman." I complement, dry sarcasm in my voice. "What is this place?"

"This, my dear Rose," He pauses for a dramatic effect, "Is the kitchen."

I roll my eyes. "And why might we be in the kitchen?"

"I thought I could spend some quality time with my girlfriend."

My jaw drops. "I am NOT your girlfriend Weaslbee!" I cross my arms, doing yet another rubbish attempt at being intimidating, but, yet again, failing miserably.

"You are a girl, and you are my friend. Therefore, you are my girl-friend." George explains, a smirk on his stupid face.

I shrug, and we go into the kitchen, and sit down on 'miniature' chairs with a 'miniature' table. By miniature, I mean, it's a perfect size for me, but not as much for George. He looks like a giant next to the table. "Lucky short people." He mumbles under his breath as he tries to get his legs under the small wooden table.

"Hello master Weasley!" Pipes a few voices from the other side of the room. I look over to see a bunch a short green things running over to us. House elves.

We had a house elf one, Winky, but at the Quidditch world cup, she stole a wizards wand, and father dismissed her.

"Hi Dobby." George greets one of the house elves. "How are you?"

"Dobby is great sir!" The elf exclaims. "Do you and your girlfriend want anything?" I scowl at the word 'girlfriend'. George gives me a look that clearly says 'just ignore it.'

"Yes please Dobby, we'd like some alone time. Oh, and along with some root beer!" Dobby rushes out to get what George said.

"Root beer? What's that?" I inquire. I don't want to eat or drink something without knowing what it is. Does it have beer in it? I'm only 14. Surely George knows that....

"It's basically the muggle version of butterbeer. Child safe." He explains.

My face goes bright red. "I'm not a child Weaslbee!" I yell at him.

George breaks into yet another grin. "Well, you sure look like one. What are you, 4"4? Na, more like 4"3?" He says sarcastically, before he bursts out laughing.

"Ha ha ha." I drone unenthusiastically. "So funny. I'm laughing so hard right now."