Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU

4

A/N: HI! Sorry for the long wait, I had some things I had to fix but now I'm back and will be writing frequently again :) Expect updates every day or every 3 days <3 I'm also writing my Dreamnotfound oneshots which you can find on my profile, those will be updated more frequently than this book - NOT PROOFREAD

George made his way to his Potions class through the hallways, guiding his way through the crowd of students and finding the door to Professor Snape's classroom. He opened the door and took his seat at the 2nd to the back of the class and began to take out his books and his quill. His quill was special to him, it was made out of light oak wood and had indents so that the ink would flow through them. He had received this as a gift from his mother before she had passed. Suddenly, someone sat next to him, causing George to jump. He looked to his side and saw Clay sitting down next to him. George slowly scooted to the furthest side of the desk.

"I don't bite." Clay rolled his eyes as he began to unpack his stuff. His dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes as he did so.

"What are you doing sitting next to me?" George hissed as the class got quieter; Snape was starting the class. 

"Can't you look around? There are no other seats you moron," Clay whispered aggressively as George rolled his eyes.

"I hope you are all content with your seats today, because you will not," Snape began, "And I mean NOT be moving for the rest of the year," Snape said venomously. George and Clay groaned - this was going to be one long year.

*** 20 minutes later ***

"How are you so bad at this?" Clay complained, watching George fumbled with the ingredients. Clay had always been good at potions and found that it was one of the only subjects at school he really excelled in and watching George not be able to create one of the most simple spells in the spell book was almost painful for him. 

"I'm trying!" George whined and rolled his eyes. Clay found that he rolled his eyes a lot, almost like his eyes were programmed to roll after every response. 

"If you're so good at potions why don't you just do it yourself?" George put the ingredients down and stared at Clay. Clay stared back, unfazed.

"Because you have to learn, dumbass. Look, I'll show you." Clay grabbed the ingredients and placed them into George's hands. He then sat on his high chair and read out the ingredients to George, who was standing still.

"George? George? GEORGE!" Clay said, causing George to jump. He laughed a little at George spacing out.

"Can you just put the ingredients in as I say them? I'll read them out for you," Clay resumed his reading. The two of them got pretty far until George got confused at the clockwise and counterclockwise. Clay let out another groan as he was getting impatient. He got up and stood behind George, putting his arm over George's and wrapping his fingers around George's wrist. He guided George's hands in a clockwise and counterclockwise.

GEORGE POV

George felt heat rising to his face as Clay guided his hands. When Clay let go and returned to his seat, he was left feeling somewhat lonely; he missed the touch of Clay's hands around him. George took a gulp and stirred the cauldron in the right way. A smile formed on his face; he had finally gotten something right! George looked to his right to Clay for approval and saw him giving a supportive smile as well. 

"Okay, now what?" George sat down.

"Well, you have to drink the potion and see if it turns your ears your favourite colour." Clay pointed out. 

"No way I'm doing that!" George crossed his arms, but when he saw Clay's determined look he picked up the bottle and chugged it. George felt his head spin and shook his head vigorously in hopes of removing the effect.

"Clay?" George's vision clouded and he began to sweat as his view darkened, only abling him to see two feet in front of him. He held his arm out. 

"Uh, George you made a blindness potion, not a caecus potion." 

"How long will I not be able to see?"

"Judging by the colour of the liquid in the cauldron, only an hour or so,"

"An hour?" George cursed silently, "How am I going to find my way around?" He waved his arms around the desk, causing a few items to clatter on the ground. CRUNCH.

"Clay?" A pause, "What was that noise?" George said nervously. 

"Your quill dropped on the floor and I may have stepped on it- It's in half but I'm sure we-" 

George's hands began to shake as memories flashed through his mind.

George ran through the wheat field with a wizards costume on, wearing his mother's witch hat from her days of Hogwarts. It was his eighth birthday, and his mother wanted it to be special for him.

"Georgie?  Come here, I have a present for you." His mother's voice was angelic but fragile, as if it was dancing on clouds and expected to fall at any second. George ran back to the picnic blanket and sat down next to his mother, his leg was bouncing in excitement. George's mother opened her bag and took out an oak quill. Engraved into the quill were spirals so the ink could stay in them and be used for a long amount of time, almost neverending. She gently pressed the quill into George's hands, closing them around the quill as if it was a secret between them. And so George treated the quill just like that; a little secret of his own. At any moment he could, he'd take the quill out of his pocket and stared at the twirls and patterns covering it. His mother's gift to him, and his special secret.

"George?" Clay's voice broke George's illusion, or as he liked to call it: his escape from reality. He looked down and noticed his hands were shaking. There was a rustling noise and then something was pressed into his hands. George shook the memory out of his head; it was just too similar for him. Except, this time, the quill wasn't in pristine condition and was snapped in half. He drew a long breath to try to prolong the tears threatening to escape his eyes. 

"I'm sorry George, we can buy a new one right?" 

"No, this is special," George tried to hide his hurt, but his voice cracked on 'special', exposing how he really felt. Even though Clay knew George couldn't see his sad expression, he still felt bad about it. 

"Don't worry George, I'll find a way to fix it I promise." Clay put a hand on George's shoulder, to which George shrugged off. George placed the broken quill on his desk and turned away from Clay angrily. 

A/N: Will George and Clay make up or stay rivals? oOOooOoOOOoo that's for me to know and for you to find out :) Hope you liked this chapter, new one being released tomorrow :D