𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

defender┃george weasley✓

R E Q U E S T E D

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hellfire
|barns courtney|

You're running along your way, late for your first period class. Your shoes hit the stone of the corridor as you run, your dark hair tied up carelessly. You're clutching your books to your chest tightly as you run past other students as they stop to watch after you. At this point, you don't give a merlin's ass about their opinions, they'll forget you in moments anyways.

Laughter chases you down the hallways as you begin to make your way along the staircases, taking two steps at a time despite the fact they may move on you at any second.

Cursing, one shifts and you land across the second floor minutes later than expected after trying to figure out which way would finally allow you to arrive at your desired destination.

"Who the bloody hell decided moving staircases was a good idea?" You sprint again from the steps, slightly out of breath.

You're just insight of your classroom, when a foot sticks out from around the corner. Unable to stop or slow your run, you collide with the foot, your books and papers flying all throughout the hallway.

You scatter to regain yourself on the ground, before looking at the shadow that falls over you. Of-fucking-course, you groan inwardly as platinum blond hair and a smirk fill your vision, flanked by two henchmen and Pansy.

You pick yourself up, stepping away from his group as they sneer at you Draco leaning forward to grab your book. "Running late to class?"

"It would be a shame if you lost your books, and all of your notes." Draco opens your books, scanning your notes with hungry eyes.

"The likes of you doesn't belong in this school anyways, Sophia. Wizardy isn't a right, it's a privilege, and quite frankly it should be a pure privilege if you'd ask me." He walks toward the edge of the corridor, edging near the staircase.

"Without this, you'd fail class. No one would want to help you catch up."

"You'd get expelled from school, and-"

"Draco, please don't," you muster the words, watching your book dangle from his fingertips with fear.

"Or what Sophia? You'll cry? That would be even more pathetic," he laughs, swaying on his heels contemplating his options.

You open your mouth to give him another pleading thought, when your textbook rears back and slaps him in the face. He takes a few steps back, his eyes wide in confusion. "What the hell?"

Crabbe steps forward, an even dumber look on his face. The book hangs in the air once more, swinging back and forth between Draco and Crabbe, slapping both.

"Alarte ascendare," a voice comes from down the corridor, and you watch with a shocked expression as the rest of the group go flying back. Shouts fill the small space, and you look around wildly for the person who helped you against Draco and his crooks.

"And if I catch you near her again, things will get more worse than a flying book and a push down into each other-" the voice echoes, and you watch Draco and his disoriented group gasp and make their way toward the stairs.

When you turn back to gather your items, wondering how you're going to explain the incident to your professor- you're greeted with a kind smile.

"I'm assuming these are yours." A pair of kindred brown eyes grip your own, a gentle smile twinkling along George Weasley's lips.