"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering."― Nicole Krauss, "The History of Love"
| George Weasley |
| Prisoner of Azkaban -Deathly Hallows part 2 |
| Sequel to 'S...
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"DO OUR EARS DECEIVE US?" Fred asked dramatically as he, George and Hazel waltzed into the Great Hall, squeezing onto the Gryffindor bench next to Harry, "Hogwarts prefects surely don't want to skive off lessons?"
Ron rolled his eyes and passed the trio a parchment over the table, "Look what we've got today," He sighed, "This is the worst Monday I've ever seen."
Hazel leaned over George to inspect Ron's new timetable and she visibly winced, it was in fact the worst Monday even she had ever seen.
George let out a low whistle, "Fair point. You can have a Nosebleed Nougat for cheap if you like."
"Why is it cheap?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Because you'll keep bleeding until you shrivel up," Fred explained, looking amused as he helped himself to Ron's jam toast, "We haven't got an antidote yet."
"Cheers," Ron muttered sarcastically, snatching his timetable away from the trio, "But I think I'll take the lessons."
"Speaking of your Skiving Snack-boxes," Hermione suddenly piped up, "You can't advertise for testers on the Gryffindor noticeboard."
"Says who?" George asked, throwing his arm around Hazel's shoulder to bring her closer to his body.
"Says me," Hermione sassed, "And Ron."
"Leave me out of it," Ron mumbled miserably, staring down at the crumbs on his plate. Hermione glared at him which caused the twins and even Hazel to snicker under their breath.
"You'll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione," Fred said, grabbing a plain toast and smothering it with butter, "You're starting your fifth year, you'll be begging us for a snack-box before you know it."
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snack-box?" She intrigues.
"Fifth year O.W.L.s," George shrugged casually.
"So?"
"So you've got your exams coming up, haven't you? They'll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone they'll be rubbed raw," Fred said.
"Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to O.W.L.s," George snickered, "Tears and tantrums. Anastasia Stimpson kept fainting."
"Kenneth Bowler came out in boils, do you remember?" Fred asked, laughing at the memory.
"Didn't you two put Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas?" Hazel spoke up, looking between the twins.
"That's right. I totally forgot," Fred nodded, grinning widely, "Hard to keep track sometimes, isn't it."
"Anyways, it's a nightmare of a year, the fifth," George concluded, "Even Hazel hated it," He added, placing a quick kiss on the brunette's temple.
Hazel nodded as she reached for a glass of pumpkin juice, "True. You'll three hate it," She gulped her juice before reaching into her robe and pulling out her own timetable; the trio had bumped into Professor McGonagall on their way to the Great Hall, "We've got Umbridge first, so we'll let you three know how it goes. Come on you two," She said, standing up from the bench. Her hand instinctively grabbed George's as he jumped off the bench, a full piece of toast hanging from his mouth as he followed the brunette like a lost puppy.
Fred quickly shoved a pumpkin pasty into his robe pocket before he ran after the couple, sliding on the floor as he reached them, almost knocking them over like dominoes.
Hermione watched the brunette laughing hysterically as the twins kept pushing one another, almost knocking over small first years that were unlucky to walk past them,"I still can't believe that she puts up with them on a daily basis," She muttered.
"I still can't believe George is dating Hazel," Ron muttered bitterly, staring off into the distance.
