Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU

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AN: In this story, George isn't colour-blind :) He's also in his fourth year, Dream & Sapnap are in their fifth! 

George walked through the hallways frantically, knowing he was almost late to his potions class and that Snape would find a way to get back at him. His boots clicked in the empty halls, echoing off the walls - or at least a hallway which he thought was empty. He was soon met by a chest and stumbled to the floor, dropping his shoulder satchel bag, leaving the opening unlatched and a small brown handbook laying on the floor. George looked up and found two people staring down at him, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. The Slytherin had messy dirty blond hair, which was quite long and met his ears. Scattered freckles covered his face, complimenting his swamp green eyes. However, the Gryffindor was almost the complete opposite. Instead of matching the 6'3 Slytherin, he was around 5'10, and had dark brown hair with light hazel eyes. He had a small smirk on his face, showing off his dimples. The Slytherin squatted and picked up the notepad, eyeing it before opening the first page. George yelped before knocking the book out of his hand.

"Don't touch that!" George pleaded as he got up slowly, not matching any of the boys' in height. Much to his dismay, the brown haired Gryffindor had picked it up again, flipping through the pages and scanning them with his eyes. The Slytherin then took the book from the Gryffindor's hands and read them, before letting out a loud laugh. George's vision went blurry as he looked down, a tear threatening to roll down his cheek. This caused the Slytherin to go silent, the Gryffindor didn't stop laughing.

"Come on Nick.." The Slytherin elbowed Nick and he suppressed his laughter. George stretched his arm and snatched the book from the Slytherin; he picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder before carefully placing the notepad back inside.

"I'm really sorry- I didn't mean to start laughing, really," The Slytherin started saying before George wiped his eyes, not wanting to cry in front of two intimidating fifth years. He outstretched his hand to George, wanting to shake it.

"I'm Clay," Clay attempted to give a reassuring smile, but George just scowled, enjoying watching Clay's smile falter.

"You're nothing but a bully, I'm not going to associate myself with a- with a ruffian!" George spat out the last word. 

 He walked past the Slytherin, brushing against him aggressively while wiping his tears. He was going to be late to Potions.