𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓤𝓷𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 𝓣𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 - 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 1

Chapter 11 - Just a Regular Saturday

My eyes felt heavy as a warm beam of sun danced across my face. I had stretched but winced as I felt the bandages that had been wrapped around my wounds. " Well Good Morning sunshine!" said an exuberant voice. "And When were you going to tell me you were an animagus?" It was Melanie. "How long have I been out?" I asked groggily. "Abooout....four days." She answered counting on her fingers. "Four Days?!" I exclaimed. "Yup... and guess who came and brought you flowers every-single-bloody-time?-" Mel hinted, looking at her hands. "George?" I guessed. "Yes, Now it's 7:14 in the morning on a Saturday. So..if you want breakfast you'd better hurry up." She queued towards the pile of clothes on the stool on the other side of my hospital bed. "Wait! I need to change the bandages before you leave! And If I see you putting weight on that foot without a cane, I'll make you stay in the hospital wing for a week under my supervision!!" shrieked Madam Pumphrey.

As Mel opened the door to the great hall everything went silent. So Silent in fact that you would be able to hear a pin drop. Two figures stood up abruptly as I staggered holding my side. When Mel and I got seated I felt arms wrap around my neck. It was Harry. "Good morning." he chimed sitting back across from me. " I Didn't know you were an Animagus!" Said a Shocked Ron. But momentarily it felt that someone had turned off the sound because across the table, maybe six seats down or so...sat a crestfallen George. "Mel? Do you by chance have A quill and a piece of parchment?" I whispered. "No, but Hermione Does," Mel added, passing me the two objects. I started to write.

George,

We never got to have dinner. Meet me at the Ravenclaw Common room at 8:00 pm. Don't be late!

-Nina

I folded the note into an airplane and magiced it to fly straight at the back of George's head. When it hit him he was confused but then after a couple of seconds, he picked up the note and started to read it with a grin on his face. "You know what sucks?" " what, Mel?" "The fact that you're going to have to climb up all those stairs." She cackled. "That's not funny," I said dully and the whole table erupted with laughter.

" Nina, George said here to see you. Should I let him in?" Luna suggested. " Yes, Please." "Should I check him for Nurgle's?" "Um No! No. That's not necessary Luna." I Stammered. " Hey, there-wow nice room!" George said, gaping at my room. "Why thank you." I replayed in a Jokingly. "Here come sit next to me. I don't bite. Come on over, make yourself comfortable." I chuckled. He had plopped himself down next to me, then rested an arm around my back. Oh shit...uhhh Just Keep TALKING!!! "Thank you for the flowers." I breathed. He was looking confused as he said "How did you-" I cut him off. " Melanie.." I said simply. " Well I can't deny, I was-and..still am worried about you." He admitted. "For what reason?" I simpered. "Oh, well, I don't know, You-Almost-Died?!" He said sarcastically. "So did you see him, Sirius Black?" His eyes widened in interest. "Yes, Yes I di-" but he'd cut me off. "You know what you'll give me a heart attack if you're not careful." He told me in a whisper that sent a chill down my spine. As I looked into his eyes, they held more than just worry, but also Distress and concern for my safety. "Oh, I'll be fine," I said brushing it off. His eyes went soft as he looked at his feet. The warm hazel brown eyes that belonged to George Weasley had fallen on me now. He was running his hands through my hair and pulled back to one side. Laying a gentle kiss on my forehead. " I should probably go..I-" "I agree..." I breathed. " Can I come back and see you tomorrow too?" He asked turning back towards me. "Why not.."