Harry Potter Preferences

A Match Made in Detention (Bree x George)

I hope you like this weasley-love It took me a long time to decide what direction to go in, let alone to write it. I hope this lives up to your expectations.

I drop into my seat just as Professor McGonagall enters the classroom, and Alex sends me a look from the desk to my left.

"Cutting it close." She whispers. I roll my eyes at her and turn my attention to McGonagall at the head of the room as the class falls silent and she begins to introduce the subject of today's lesson.

"... I expect to have your full attention today as the transformation I'm setting you is especially difficult." The Professor explains before giving her wand a wave.

The class erupts into screams, then laughter as McGonagall's desk suddenly turns into a pig.

"I'll be assigning you into pairs containing one student that excels and one that struggles in my class. You should be able to help each other." McGonagall continues. "You may begin."

With another flick of her wand the pig returns to its desk form and the names of pairs as well as the wand movements and incantation needed for the transformation appear on the board behind her. I get to my feet and squint at the board until I find my name next to George Weasley's. I groan. Why did it have to be him? I haven't talked to him since we were forced to kiss in a game of truth or dare and he had acted like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever done in his life. I sling my bag over my shoulder and turn to look at my best friend.

"Who did you get?" I ask.

"Roger Davies." Alex shrugs. "I suppose I'm the dumb one in that pairing. Who did you get?"

"George." I say, staring at the carpeted floors.

"Good luck with that." Alex laughs, though she stops as I glare at her. "At least you're the smart one."

"Says who?" An all too familiar voice asks from behind me. I turn around. Of course he's already over here.

"Says me." Alex replies casually. "I guess you'll figure that out soon enough, though."

And with that she walks over to the other side of the room in search of Roger Davies. George shakes his head, chuckling.

"Shall we get started then?" He asks. I nod awkwardly, wondering how we're going to get through this double period.

"Do you want to go first?" I ask.

"Why not." He shrugs and flails his wand about, saying the incantation. The desk in front of him simply sprouts a pink tail and I can't help but giggle.

"You think you can do better, Miss Smart One?" George asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Well I know I can do better than that." I say confidently. I wave my wand in the flowy movements as described on the board and mutter the incantation. The desk before me transforms into a wooden pig.

"Helga!" I mutter, making George laugh.

"Oi!" I snap, making him laugh even more. "Mind you I accomplished much more than you were able to."

"Alright fine. You win." George says, dramatically falling into the seat attached to his desk with his hand over his forehead. "Now show me how you did that."

"Alright. You asked for it." I grin. And with that I wave my wand and his desk too becomes a wooden pig, one that he's stuck in the middle of. George looks down as if to inspect the damage and looks back up, his smirk gone.

"Was that necessary?" He asks flatly.

"Completely." I snicker.

"Alright, alright, get me out now." George laughs. I wave my wand and the wooden pig turns back into a desk.

"Miss Greengrass and Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall suddenly yells, her mouth extremely thin in anger. "Ten points from Gryffindor and two days detention for horsing around in my class."

"More like oinking around." I mutter. George tries and fails to stifle his laughter.

*

"The two of you will be washing all of the desks in my classroom without magic. Everything you will need to do so is in the back cupboards." McGonagall says strictly. "I have other business that I must attend to, but I will return to check on you in one hour, in which time I shall expect you to be finished."

George and I nod without hesitation, and Professor McGonagall exits the room, taking our wands with her. I head to the back of the class and collect a rag and a bucket that has already been filled with soapy water.

"Can I ask you a question?" George asks as he follows me and retrieves his own rag.

"You just did, but go ahead." I shrug as I dip my rag in the water and start washing the desk closest to me.

"Were you disappointed to have me as your partner today?"

Water from my rag drips on to my robes as I pause to think about the best way to answer him this.

"Not disappointed, just worried about how we were going to make it through the lesson. You know, because we haven't talked to each other since..." I trail off.

"Since the truth or dare incident." George supplies. I nod, drying the desk in front of me.

"I wasn't very fond of you after that." I say quietly.

"You know, I only acted like that because Fred was there and I knew he would tease me about finally kissing you, and I didn't want to open you up to that embarrassment." George says, not looking me in the eye.

"You didn't want to open me up to embarrassment? You've done a bang up job at that then, seeing as the entirety of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff still taunt me about how disgusted you were by me." I scoff. "And what do you mean; you finally kissed me?"

George doesn't reply, but simply stares at the desk in front of him.

"Well?" I push, trying to control my temper.

"I didn't know." George replies quietly.

"How nice it must be to be oblivious." I mutter. "You didn't answer my other question; what do you mean you finally kissed me?" I say the last bit louder.

"I mean that I've had a crush on you for years, and Fred knows that. I'd have never heard the end of it. I never meant to do that to you." George says, louder this time, actually looking up at me.

"I reckon we're both idiots," I laugh quietly. "because I've liked you for years as well."

George's eyes widen and the rag slips out of his hand.

"Oh just kiss already." A voice comes from behind us. My eyes snap on to Professor McGonagall who is chuckling in the doorway.

"You don't have to tell me twice, Professor." George grins, and is suddenly in front of me.

His arms slip around my waist as he presses his lips against my own. My hands press against his chest and neither of us pulls away until McGonagall clears her throat.

"Of course," The Professor says, " you'll each have to serve another detention, as you only managed to wash three desks, but it's about time you two got together."

George shrugs, and I vaguely wonder if McGonagall made us partners today for another reason.