American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Skiving Snackboxes

"Oi, have you tried to nosebleed nougats yet? here you go"

George, Lee, Fred, and I were handing out the treats for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. We had perfected them on ourselves last year, but needed a wider range of testers to ensure the products worked.

"What is going on!" I heard a certain bush-haired girl yell. "I thought I told you you couldn't give these things to first years."

"Relax, Hermione. They're being compensated for their time." Fred told her.

"Besides, they're alright. Look over there, Lee just gave the kid the antidote to the fainting fancies and he's already back on his feet!" George said. "You feel alright" he shouted across the common room to the kid that just woke up. The kid held up a thumbs up to indicate he was just fine. I knew he would be. I had tested this one myself this summer. Despite what Hermione thinks, the twins would never endanger someone else. They always endangered themselves first. And now me.

"You could have made them really ill! What would you do then?" Hermione retorted.

"First of all, Mags here has and is currently training with Madame Pomfrey, so we got that covered." Fred replied. A cocky smile spread across my face as I looked at Hermione. I knew how to deal with any potential disasters, and If I didn't, we would just bring them to Madame Pomfrey herself.

"Secondly, Mags here created half of them, and she's absolutely brilliant. Especially at potions. So of course there would never be a problem." I shot a smile in George's direction at the compliment.

"You helped them? I thought you had more common sense than that." Hermione huffed.

"Calm down. Everything is perfectly safe. It's all for good fun." I replied.

"If you don't stop this immediately I will-"

"Give us detention?"

"Make us write lines?"

"Oh I know, throw us to the giant squid?" I joined in on the fun. Hermione needed to learn to let loose a little and live her life. She really is quite nice and is absolutely brilliant, but she's a bit stuck-up.

"I'll write to your mother." Hermione folded her arms at this statement and puffed out her chest.

The twins and I both gasped at that statement. "You wouldn't" Fred told her.

"Watch me." Hermione turned on her heels and walked off.

"How dare she threaten to write to our mum? We haven't even done anything bad!" George looked distraught.

"It's okay, George. We just have to be more careful now."

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It was finally time for quidditch tryouts. I was so excited. However, my left hand still was throbbing from the blood quill Prof. Umbridge made me use. It had cut so deep in my flesh that I knew there was no way I would be able to get rid of this scar. I had been hiding it all week. I kept my robes over my hand and used my right hand for everything, which was easy because I'm right handed. Even holding hands with George I made sure I was always on the left.

Harry was missing from tryouts because he had gotten yet another detention. I felt bad for him. I had kept my mouth shut after the first one. I still hadn't recovered. She scares me, I'll admit it. But she also angers me. I was just glad I wasn't stuck in there with him. I was trying to create a potion that would ease the pain and make the scar fade, but it required a lot of research before I put it to trial, so it would have to wait.

"Okay, potential keepers line up over there. Chasers over here." Angelina said. I moved over to the chaser line. Looking at my competition, I wasn't afraid. I could do this. George made eye contact and winked. Katie then looked at me and mouthed good luck. I mouthed thanks back.

Angelina had us all work through some drills, which I aced. Two of the potential chasers kept dropping it, so they were cut quickly. Eventually, she had us shoot on the potential goalkeepers. Ginny Weasley was trying out to be chaser as well. She was really good. She told me this summer how she would sneak out to practice flying and stuff when no one was looking. We got along really well, so I was hoping if I didn't make it she would.

Once Angelina called us all down, I got nervous. I had made all my shots except one, but I was afraid she would choose someone else. Some say I had it in the bag since she was my friend and 95% of the team is in my year, but I knew Angelina wouldn't let that influence her decision. She cared too much.

"Alright, Ron will be our keeper this year. He saved the most penalty shots. Congrats Ron" I heard a blonde guy from earlier grumbling about brothers and it being unfair, I chose to ignore him. My heart raced with adrenaline. I loved playing quidditch. I crossed my fingers as Angelina announced the new chaser. "Our new chaser will be Margaret Hughes. Ginny Weasley will be our replacement in case anyone gets hurts."

I smiled widely at the announcement. I made it! I hugged Ginny and congratulated her for being the reserve chaser. George made his way over to me and kissed me after congratulating for making the team. He grabbed my hands and I flinched. My scar still hurt from the detention a few days ago. The gloves we have to wear to play quidditch weren't helping as the fabric was ripping open the scars. 

"What was that?" George asked me, a concerned look spreading over his face.

"What was what?"

"why'd you flinch? You looked like you were in pain"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He squeezed my hand. I couldn't suppress the grimace on my face. He grabbed my left hand and ripped off my glove. It came as a relief to have that off. George's eyes went wide at the sight of the slightly bloody scar that said- I must respect those in authority.

"Did she do this?" he whispered.

I sighed. "yes, this is what detention is like with the pink abomination"

"You said all you had to do was right lines!"

"Well it wasn't a lie! We had to write lines, it was just with a special quill!"

George took a deep breath. "I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at her. This obviously hurt a lot. How can I help?"

"You can't. Just promise me you'll stay out of trouble with her."

"I can't promise you that. This-this can't go on. You have to tell McGonagall or somebody"

"No, George. I know how people like this work. If I tell someone, she'll know it was me and she'll target me and make my life even worse. Not telling anyone is not an act of pride, but an act of survival."

George looked like he was about to go kill Umbridge. Instead, he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. He did that a lot, it was one of my favorite thing. I was 5'7", but he was still 8 inches taller than I was. But his touch made me relax a little.