The Punch Line ~George Weasley~

F I V E

A\N There is a lot of time skips in this chapter, I couldn't think of a way to link each part fluidily also, anything in Italics is Elyse and anything in Bold/Italics is George

Sitting in the library, thinking of all the events that happened yesterday. George Weasley, my boyfriend, the wonderful George Weasley. Thinking to myself, coping and writing out notes for the upcoming tests. Out of the blue, George Weasley sits down in front of me. 

"Hey" George whispers, putting a finger to my lips sliding him a piece of parchement and ink bottle with a spare quill. He quickly scribbles on the parchement sliding it back.

'How are finding Umbridge ?' I read, letting out a small chuckle and responding.

'Terrible, I can't believe that she would do that to Harry! She's mental' Sliding it back.

'That's true but I can't believe she calls herself a teacher, she doesn't even let us use our wands'

'I don't want to talk about that vile woman anymore please'

'Well. . .wanna help me out ?'

'With what ?'

'Remember that plan about the final exam ?'

'Yeah'

'Well I want to adjust it slightly I need your help making a firework'

'What'

'A FIREWORK'

'George you know that I'll need multiple supplies annn-' He snatches, the paper off me before I can finish, hastily writing on the page.

'I've got everything just follow me'

Reading the paper quickly, looking at him he winks and hastily gets up walking towards the door. Almost spilling all my ink over my work, I hurridley put my parchment and supplies into my bag scrambling to put my bag over my shoulder and follow George through the hallway, almost tripping over my cloak trying to catch up to him. Following into a empty classroom placing my things onto a desk, George leant his lower back on one of the desks.

"What ?!" I exclaim, closing the door behind me.

"Yeah. . ." George says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ho-Wha-Huh ?" I stammer trying to figure out how to piece together a sentence.

"I want you to help Fred and I," He said as he looked over towards the door.

"Hi !" Fred says, waving stepping out behind George.

"Oh Merlin," I sigh, Fred pulls out a bag and spills the supplies onto the nearest table "I can see where this is going," I say, huddling around the table, Fred and George give me their signature grin.

"Let's get to work shall we ?" I ask, beginning to put togther what they had asked.

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Finally, adding Dogbreath Potion to top it off and putting a cork onto the bottle, carfully handing it to them. Fred and George bombarding me with hugs. That was unusual.

"Okay, okay," I say patting them on the back with my hands "Guys. . .guys. . .GUYS!" I say, they both pull back, a sorry expression on their faces.

"I needed to breathe" I chuckle, hugging them individually. Fred then George.

"Thank you so much Elyse," George says, pulling away from me "Really" He sighs, cupping my cheek planting a small kiss on it, I smiled in reply. 

We leave the classroom at the same time, giving the clock in the abandoned classroom a quick glance. 

5:30pm 

Only an hour before practise starts for the Gryffindor team. 

Being the Slytherin captain I thought it would seem nessecary to watch the Gryffindor players try-out. 

Really it was because Harry and Hermione, wanted Ron to have some extra support.

"I'm sorry guys but I gotta get to my common room to change and watch try-outs, I'll see you there ?" I ask the two firey haired boys, Fred nods in reply walking on.

"Oh yeah," George says cockily "There's no way anyone's taking our spot as beaters, I can bet you that" He grins, addding a cheeky wink before catching up to his brother, I turn laughing to myself making my way to the Slytherin common room.

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"You, ordering dungbombs. I mean, really ?" Hermione questions Harry looking towards me. 

A shrug was my only response, the four of us walking back towards the castle.

"Yeah, it doesn't make any sense," Hermione says puzzled "Unless whoever tipped Filch off was interested in reading your mail, Harry. I mean, doesn't it seem a little too coincidental that Filch was tipped when you happened to be sending a message to Sirius ?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.

"It does seems to correlate a little too much for my liking if you ask me" I said as I looked towards Harry thoughtfully processing what Hermione and I had said.

"Yeah, that does seem weird. You figure its Umbridge ?" Harry asked looking at us.

"I don't know" Hermione ponders.

"Probably" Hermione and I say simaltaniously, both exchanging weird looks.

Malfoy and his "followers" had appeared. Great.

"Hey, Weasley! Nice job out on the field today! You'll be our best player on the pitch!" Malfoy torts, looking towards his companions for a response, before they could give one Harry stepped forward calling back.

"Get bent, Malfoy!" Harry says bitterly, the Slytherin group gives me a dirty look before laughing and continuing to walk towards the castle.

"No, he's right. I'm useless out there. Complete rubbish" Ron sighs, shaking his hand. I pat his back, shaking my head in disagreement.

"It's your first practice. Don't worry about it." Harry says reasurringly.

"You have great balance, if that helps" I smile, Ron became unsually pale.

"I'm gonna make a fool of myself out there" Ron says bitterly, I shake my head in protest. Harry gasps, clapping his hand to his scar.

"Harry!" I exlcaim, Ron and Hermione look towards him.

"Are you alright, Harry ?" Hermione asks cautiously.

"Yeah. It's just. . .the pain's getting stronger" Harry replies. Ron, Hermione and I exchange the same worried glance.