Joke's On You ~George Weasley~

Chapter 7 : Sexual Attraction

Waiting outside the classroom for them, Ron's voice excitedly echoing behind the door.

"Brilliant isn't he! Completely demented of course. Terrifying to be in the same room with, he's really BEEN there you know" He squealed, bursting out of the door.

"Uh no Ron I don't," I replied, lifting my eyebrow "What did you do ?" I asked, glancing at Hermione.

"Unforgivable curses but there's a reason those curses are unforgivable, and to perform them in a classroom," She replied worriedly "I mean did you see Neville's face ?" She asks, her eyes looking at Ron and I.

Walking down the spiral staircase, my eyes landed on Neville staring blankly out a stained glass window.

"Neville ?" Hermione asks him, he looks back at her his eyes slightly puffy. Mad-Eye marches down the stairs pushing in front of us, placing his hand onto Neville's shoulder.

"Son, you alright ?" He asks, Neville nods slightly "Come on, we'll have a cup of tea. I want to show you something" He says, ushering him up the stairs, his hand placed on his back. I exchange a worried looked with Hermione.

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Hermione and I watch other students place their name in, Cedric does this he looks at me and gives me a wink.

I turn to Hermione, placing my hand in front of my mouth pretending to choke, she laughs at this slightly.

"Eternal glory, be brilliant wouldn't it ? In three years from now we'll be old enough to be chosen" Ron sighs, looking at the goblet dreamily.

"Yeah well rather you than me" Harry replied, the twins run in cheering and everyone gives them a light applause.

I clap ecstatically, Hermione glares at me and I stop slowly lowering my head in embarrassment.

"Thank you thank you, well lads we've done it" George smiles proudly, walking up to the age line.

"Cooked it up just this morning" Fred says, walking by his side.

"It's not going to work" Hermione sings sarcasticly.

"Oh yeah ? And why's that Granger ?" Fred asks, jumping onto the bench crouching beside her.

"You see this ? This is an age line Dumbledore drew it himself" She says pointing to it.

"So ?" Fred asks, George mimicks his actions doing the same by my side, I look at him his face inches from mine. Snapping my head away, my cheeks going slightly pink.

"So a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by something pathetically dimwitted such as an age potion" Hermione responds, placing both hands on top of her book.

"That's why it's so brilliant," George smiles, his breath warming my cheek "Ready Fred ?" He asked his brothers, standing up.

"Ready George ?" Fred asks in response, they stand next to each other shuffling past Hermione and I standing between us.

We look at each other and shake our heads in disbelief. They link arms and drink.

They jump inside the age line and cheer, they walk out the goblet they then reach over the goblet and place their names in and high-five. Everyone cheers.

"Look out!" I warn, jumping to my feet the goblets blue flames turning red hitting George and Fred sending them flying across the hall and landing with a massive thump on the floor, they both site up facing each other, instant white hair and beards sprouting from their head and face they point at each other.

"You said. . ." One of the twins say, jumping onto the other.

"Fred You said. . ." The other retorts trying to do the same.

By what I heard must've been George, they roll around fighting on the floor, everyone cheers and I began to laugh.

The room suddenly becomes silent as Viktor enters. He walks through the age line and puts his name inside the goblet, he looks at Hermione giving her smile she smiles back in response. He turns walking out of the room.

I nudge Hermione on the arm with my elbow, she looks at me.

"Is it hot in here ?" She asks, fanning herself with her hand.

"No I think it was just Viktors sexual attraction towards you," I say, crossing my legs. She pushes me with her hand "What ?" I ask letting out a laugh at her.

"Just stop" She said, gathering our things and walking out of the room laughing to ourselves about what I had said.