Little disclaimer! There are a couple expletives. If you're not comfortable reading them, then I wouldn't recommend this book. Another chapter is coming soon. For the most part it's just a fluffy romance, so bad words are the only thing you should have to worry about!
September 1st, 1995,
Life at Hogwarts isn't as ideal as it seems. I thought leaving the orphanage meant leaving all of my sadness and pain behind. It didn't.
Fuck. I'm going to be so late to class if I don't pick up the pace right now. It's the first day of the year, I cannot start out like this! You'd think that since I'm a fifth year I would know my way around the castle. But I promise you that I'm terrible at directions. Literally awful at them. I still don't know my way around the twisting corridors and moving staircases. Let's be honest though, moving staircases? Who's fucking idea was that. Whoever they are, I'm cursing them out as I run up the stairs to divination with Professor Trealawney.
"Watch out!"
"Fuck. Sorry," I yell quickly not even turning to see who I hit on the stairs. Hopefully I didn't knock them down. Knocking someone down the stairs would not help my reputation. You see, I'm in Slytherin. We get a terrible rap because most evil wizards come from our house, but we're not all that bad. Besides, I'm not even a pureblood. Blood status clearly doesn't matter.
"Riddle?! Aren't you gonna apologize?"
I whip around to see a broad chest covered by a tight, thin striped shirt. A mop of ginger hair on his head. A weasley. Good. Like I said, I'm not evil. Not even remotely! But... my dad is Lord Voldemort and that doesn't help my case. Look, I didn't even know he was my father until recently. I grew up in an orphanage so how could I know that? But it doesn't matter with the Gryffindors. They immediately assume I'm some wretched person who thinks muggleborns should go to hell and the Weasley's are blood traitors. I don't think that. I'm envious of their life. Always being put on the good side because of the house they're in, no one assuming they're evil because they wear emerald clothing. Yeah. I'm jealous.
"Sorry Fred. I gotta go though, I'm gonna be late to class." I blurt out and continue the long trek up the stairs. I might have imagined this, I was far away long before he could respond, but I thought I heard a slight mumble.
"I'm George."
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FanficThis is a story about a romance, or maybe not, (just kidding I only write romance) about George Weasley and Slytherin girl. They've never even talked and yet she can't seem to take her eyes off of his and wonder why he's so sad all the time.
