Red or Yellow (a George Weasley fanfic)

Ch. 6 Hidden Faces

AN: hey what do you know I came up with another one.

The match was amazing, but the whole time I couldn't focus. I just felt a pair of eyes digging into the back of my head. When I turned to see who I was surprised it wasn't Cedric. It was George.

Seriously what is this guys problem. I have no clue who he is. Or at least I don't think I do but no matter what I couldn't shake the feeling I was wrong.

"I'll see you later." Cedric says pulling me from my thoughts.

Smiling at me he waves and walks away.

"Cedric wait." I call after him.

He whips around a cocky smirk on his face.

"What miss me already French Fries." He chuckles and winks.

"French fries you 'ave got to be kidding. I am not your French fries." I snap back completely forgot what I inesitaly stoped him for.

"Whoa okay sorry. I'll think of a better nickname then." He reply's putting his hands up in serender.

"I just wanted to give you somezing but now you can not 'ave it." I say smugly turning my nose up.

"Oh come on don't be like that French fries. Sorry I think French fries is gonna stick." He says smirking at me.

"Fine wiz me cheeseburger." I reply sarcastically.

"Cheeseburger hmm. I guess you could say we make the perfect pair." He gives me a wink before walking off in the other detection.

How does he make me so mad yet so happy.

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" I will be right back okay. Just stay here and you will be fine." My father says before disappearing out the tent his black cape billowing behind him.

That's odd my father doesn't normally wear black.  So naturally curiosity got the better of me and I followed him.

Don't judge me. I have always been a little impulsive. It's kindaa bad habit. Anyway back to the task at hand, but when I looked around I couldn't find my father anywhere.

Suddenly one of the tents caught fire. Snapping my head in that direction; I heard screaming all around as people began to run in all directions. Wiping my head around I finally noticed them. The men in masks. Hiding there faces.

I began scanning the aria for anything, anyone that I recognized. That's when I spotted it. The flaming red hair.

I bolted in there direction having to avoid an unfriendly spell here or there. Till I failed.

It hit me hard and the feeling of a thousand burning knives being plunged into my flesh pulsed through my whole body. I let out a blood curdling scream as I twist and turn on the ground.

George's POV

"Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility." My father yells at us through all the commotion.

Taking hold of my little sisters hand I began running for the port key with Fred sticking close behind.

We where almost out of the sea when I heard it. It pierced my ears like a dozen cannons. Whipping around to find who realized such a cry. I saw her. Clarissa was on the ground twitching and contorting. I didn't even realize I was moving till my wand was outstretched.

"Stupefy " I yell pointing my wand at her attacker.

The death eater spins around just in time to see my wand at his cheats before he flew backwards.

Picking her limp, unconscious body of the ground I run as fast as possible back to Fred. Meeting up with him and Ginny the four of us make our way to the port key and wait for the others.

Resting her head in my lap I start to strock her cheek gently. Gosh what has gotten into me. I'm so creepy. Yet I don't stop.

"Kinda sucks she doesn't remember us, eh mate." My twin says nudging me in the ribs. "You never really shut up about her for six years it's kinda ridiculous. I mean after all this time."

"Always." An: Why did I do this to myself. "She's just perfect. I'm sure she loves pranks just as much as us. You can just see the twinkle in her eyes."

Looking down I notice her smirking up at me as her eyes...

Clarissas POV

The searing pain finally subsides but I can't seem to move. It's like I'm awake but I'm paralyzed. I suddenly feel strong arms wrap around me and hoist me off the ground.

Good godric they work out. Now is not the time Clarissa seriously. They smell amazing. Like pin, mint and broom wood. It's so comforting.
Oi shut it you weirdo. You don't even know who they are!

Why do I feel so safe. I have no idea who they are yet I trust them. Odd.

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I feel them begin to slow there pase and gentley set me down resting my head on there lap. Feeling a kind hand caress my cheek. Well that's kinda weird. Sweet but weird. I feel the hand hesitate for a moment before continuing. I have to admit I liked it.

"Kinda sucks she don't remember us, Eh mate." I hear a femilear voice say. They kinda sound like Fred Weasley. "You never really shut up about her for six years it's kinda ridiculous. I mean after all this time."

Yep definitely Fred. But who is he talking to and why. Is it about me. No it can't be right.

"Always." An: Why did I do this to myself again! "She's just perfect."

Are they talking about me? Because I'm not perfect. Not in the slightest.

"I'm sure she loves pranks just as much as us."

I sure do love a good prank. So long as it's not on me of course. But how could he know that. "You can just see the twinkle in her eyes." Smirking at the last part I finally feel my body begin to lighten. Cracking my blue eyes open I'm met with a pair of familiar brown ones. Eyes that beautiful only belong to one person. George Weasley.

An: I hope you liked this chapter. Sorry for the delay but I had to deal with some things. Also make sure to vote and comment. Let me know what I could improve on. I might not take it because I do have this story mostly planned out.