American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Oh la la

The hot french boy started walking over from the Ravenclaw table. 

"Bonjour, My name is Andre Beaumont" 

"Enchanté Andre. Je m'appelle Margaret" 

"Tu parle français?" he said with a curious look on his face. 

"Un peu" I replied while holding up my fingers to demonstrate my point. 

"Well maybe I can give you some french lessons" he said while sliding into the seat next to me, giving me a smile.

"I would love that" giving him an equally happy smile. Just then I heard Fred clear his throat from across the table. 

"Is there something wrong?" I asked Fred, giving him a glare to let him know I did not appreciate his interruption. 

"Just wondering if you could introduce me to your friend there" Fred replied, giving me an innocent look, knowing exactly what he was doing. He would pay for this later.

"This is Andre. Andre this is Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and Katie," I told Andre while pointing to each person. They all said hi back. After the introductions, I got back to my conversation with Andre. I learned that he was an only child like me, but he was a pureblood. Not that I cared. I told him about what I found weird about the UK, and he agreed with me on many things, given that we both were from different places. 

Dumbledore abruptly stood up and began to talk about the Triwizard Tournament. He introduced Barty Crouch, who was apparently in charge of this event. He went over the rules, which we had heard from Dumbledore in September. 

George leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to make the potion tonight," with a small smile on his face. 

"You bet I am" I replied back before turning my attention back to Dumbledore, who was revealing the goblet of fire, which was the supposed "impartial selector" he had mentioned earlier. 

"Anyone of age or older will put their names in the goblet. By this time tomorrow, our champions will be chosen!" He announced. Cheers erupted across the hall. 

"Are you going to put your name in?" Andre asked me.

"No, I'm too young. Are you?"

"No, I too am too young." I glanced at Fred and George, knowing that that wouldn't stop them. 

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When dinner was over, I said goodbye to Andre and left to walk back to Gryffindor tower.

"Have a thing for foreign guys?" Fred teased, sneaking up behind me. 

"You realize you are foreign to me as well Fred. But, I will admit I love the accents"

George through his arm across my shoulders and said " We aren't foreign to you anymore. You live here now. Besides, you seem to like the French more than us" with a mock pout on his face.

"Don't worry Georgie," a name I only called him while mocking or teasing him, "I still like your accents more" I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. I think I saw a hint of blush creep up on his cheeks, but I'm not sure.

*George's POV*

When the Beauxbatons students walked in I was captivated. Veela's are beautiful and they use their charm to pull us in. But something caught my attention. I saw Mags smiling seductively at one of the guys in line. Then I saw him wink at her. I looked back and forth between them wondering what was happening. I don't why I was feeling so upset at this interaction. I mean, I found her attractive, but she was nothing more than my friend. 

Before I knew it, the french guy was walking over and sliding in between Mags and a fifth year on the other side of her. I scowled into my food as I watched him and Mags flirt with each other. Fred must have noticed because he cleared his throat and interrupted them. I plastered on a smile and said Hi to Andre. It upset me when Mags almost immediately went back to talking to Andre, ignoring the rest of us. 

"You good George?" Fred asked. He could always tell when something made me mad. 

"yeah" I replied, but I don't think I convinced him at all. He gave me a pitying look before I changed the subject to the Triwizard Tournament. I was thankful again when Dumbledore stood up and announced the Triwizard Tournament and the goblet of fire. I'm going to put my name in there if it's the last thing I do. I don't know why, but I just had to prove myself now. I've never felt anything like this, but I was going to do it. 

After dinner Fred walked up to me before we ran and caught up to Mags.

"You okay mate? You seemed a little tense at dinner today"

"I'm fine. Just don't like that french guy."

"Yeah right, that's why. Are you sure-"

I cut him off as I ran to catch up with Mags. Fred was right behind me as I threw my arm around her shoulder. I hated the fact that she seemed to be so interested in that french guy, but she was one of my best friends even though I had only known her for a month or so. So I decided to go along with it, in denial about my feelings for her. 

"We aren't foreign to you anymore. You live here now. Besides, you seem to like the French more than us" I said with a not-so fake pout on my face.

"Don't worry Georgie. I still like your accents more" I liked when she called me that, but she only ever did it when she was teasing or mocking me. Then she did something unexpected, she kissed me on the cheek. I knew she meant it in a friendly fashion. After all, we were very comfortable with each other. Still, I felt my face blush and looked at Fred, who gave me a knowing look. This is going to be a rough year.