Age of Mischief ~ George Weasley [Harry Potter] Fanfic

Dumbledore's Army

****Bethany's point of view****

Today there was a Hogsmeade trip, and Fred, George, Lee and I are going.

It's snowing a lot, and it's freezing cold. George let's me have one of his jumpers that was too small for him, and it's nice and thick. I wear it going down into the village. We go into the Hogshead, because Hermione had asked us to come. Fred and George quickly do a head count and order 23 butter beers.

'Cough up everyone! We're not paying for everyone!' Shouts Fred and George passes everyone a drink. He gives me one, and then sits down.

'Um... Hi.' Hermione starts in quite a high voice. 'We all know why we're here. We need a teacher. A, proper teacher.' I look around the pub, and a sense of uneasiness settles in my stomach. I whisper to George and he squeezes my hand. Hermione continues, mentioning me a few times, and Harry. I wave feebly. I hear someone tut and I frown slightly. Hermione continues, about how Voldemort is back.

Then, a boy speaks out. 'How do we really know He's back? The only proof is their word, and Dumbledore's word.' Silence.

'What, the truth isn't good enough for you?' I say. Everyone turns to face me. I am still frowning, and my scar prickles.

Another boy, speaks and says 'You could tell us more about how Diggory died.' He said it softly, but it feels like he just stabbed me. I pull my feet up and curled up. I shake my head.

'That's not gonna happen, mate.' I hear Harry stand up.

'Hermione they only want to know how Cedric died. They all think Bethany and I are freaks.' Harry tries to walk away, but Hermione keep him there.

'Is it true you can produce a protronus charm? And your sister?' Luna Lovegood asks in her sing song voice.

'Yes, I've seen both of them do it.' Reinforces Hermione.

'Blimey, I never knew you guys could do that!' Exclaims Dean Thomas. Then they say a whole load of things that I don't listen to. I remember the night when Cedric died, and Voldemort came back.

Tears spring to my eyes and I wipe them away. George puts his arm around my body, protecting me from the world around us. After a while, Hermione asks if I could go to the front and sign my name on a piece of paper. I agree and write my signature down. Everyone else writes their names on too , with Hermione smiling and Harry saying thank you. I just stand there, staring at the floor, deep in my thoughts. When we get out, we go to see the shrieking shack. And we stock up in zonkos supplies. After Hogsmeade, the boys have a snowball fight at Hogwarts. I just stand and watch, encased in George's warm jumper, that smells like him. He comes towards me with a snowball and I duck just before it hits me. I run at George and jump on him. We roll around in the snow and Fred puts some snow down my neck. I scream and they laugh. I punch his arm and then we laugh harder. We walk upstairs slowly, and when we get into the toasty common room I am forced to change out of the jumper.

****George's point of view****

'Bethany why did you take off my jumper?' I ask her as she comes back down from her dormitory. 'Same reason why you changed. It was all wet,' I nod, and I pat the space next to me. She walks over and sits down.

Bethany is so soft. Warm. Smooth. Amazing.

Indescribably amazing and beautiful.

Yeah, that's the word.

'Bethany, you are indescribably amazing and beautiful.'

She smiles and blushes. Fred comes back from the toilet.

'What did I miss? Much or..?' Bethany slides off my lap and leans against me instead. Her legs are tucked up on the sofa and her red hair falls around her shoulders delicately.
Everyone is staring at Bethany. Then, as Harry walks through the door they all stare at Harry. I didn't realize it, but everyone is quiet. That was until Lee and Fred jump up and start selling sweets from the Skiving snack box range. Bethany laughs as everyone in the room jumps to see what they are doing now. It looks like ton-tongue toffee. I pull Bethany onto my lap again, and she rests her head on my shoulder. I whisper in her ear and play with her long hair, and she whispers or giggles in return. I like the feel of her weight on me. It feels comforting, like she is always gonna be there. She says that just as I am thinking it. I start coughing so I turn my head away from Bethany. She puts her hand on my forehead.

'George! You are burning hot.' I smile at her.
"Well thanks, you're not too bad yourself," I say and she shakes her head.
"No, this is bad. Like, fever hot." She says and I frown. I start coughing again, quite violently as well. After a few minutes I stop, and Bethany looks worried.
"We're going to the hospital wing." She says anxiously.
"Bethany, baby, it's just a cough. I'm fine." I try to reassure her but she shakes her head and stands up.
"We're going now." Just as I try to start arguing again, I start another coughing fit. Bethany shakes her head worriedly and goes over to tell Fred what's happening. He nods and looks over at me worriedly. I try to smile, but the coughs are beginning to get too much for me.
Once we get to the hospital wing, Bethany tells Madam Pomfrey what's wrong with me. Madam Pomfrey tries different spells and potions to try to cure me, however none of them work. She ends up making me stay over night, and as I cough and splutter, Bethany asks if she can stay with me. Madam Pomfrey sighs and then smiles softly.
"Alright, dear, but only because you help me so much." She says. Bethany takes me over to a bed and gives me my pyjamas.
"You need to get changed, Georgie," Bethany says softly and I nod. She pulls the curtains around my bed and sits down on the bed while I stripped down to my underwear. She watches me and I smirk. I pull her up next to me and look down at her.
I bring her arms up to my chest and I lean forward to whisper in her ear. 'Just do whatever comes naturally. I know I will.' She hesitates for a second, and feels my 6 pack while blushing. She puts her arms round my back and I kiss the top of her head. I put my hands up her t-shirt and feel her stomach. It's smooth and soft, and I also feel a bit of her bra. She notices and she shakes her head slightly. I hear madam Pomfrey close her office door and Bethany peeks out to see whether she has gone. She has, and she had just sent the only other patient away. It was only 5.30 , the night was still young. Bethany turns back to me. I gesture to my trousers and her eyes go wide and she goes even redder. I touch her arm again and she gives me a hug.
'George, how are you feeling?' I shrug because I'm not feeling too bad, but I'm not feeling awesome. She checks my temperature and nods approvingly. 'You haven't got a fever. The medicine is working.'
'I'm glad its working. 'Cos now I can do this.' I lean against the bed slightly. 'Now, don't squeal OK?' I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I look up at her face and kiss her.