Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU

5

George trudged through the snow, his boots crunching on the sleet that lay on the ground between his common room and the main building. It was around 10 am on a Saturday, and he was famished. He was wearing a grey sweater and black pants, accompanied by his Ravenclaw scarf. As he walked, he fumbled with his satchel bag and made sure it was zipped correctly and all of his belongings were safe inside. George checked his pocket watch and realised that breakfast would only be served for ten more minutes. He cursed under his breath and quickened his pace. Running with speed to the Great Hall, George turned the corner swiftly. Suddenly, as he made a left, he rammed into the ground by an unfortunate bystander. The bag George was carrying had been flung on the ground. Sitting on the ground, George glanced up and saw a boy with pink hair and dull yellow eyes.

"Blade?"

"George! Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." Blade held his hand out for the younger to grab, to which he did, and quickly pulled him up.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," George picked up his satchel and stood up, this time properly looking at Blade. He was wearing a black hoodie and grey open-leg jeans. Blade's black boots were covered with snow; what was also covered in snow was George's backside. 

"Uh, George?" Blade attempted to hide his laugh. George frowned.

"What?"

"Your whole ass is soaked, the snow melted," Blade started laughing, his eyes becoming watery from doing so. George joined in with the laughter, making it almost endless. Every time they calmed down, one would look at the other and they'd start each other off again. After a few minutes of that, they both had finally stopped. Blade took off his sweater, revealing his white long sleeve shirt, and handed it to George.

"Here, you can tie this around your waist to make sure nobody can see that, and take it off when it dries off." 

"I'll look so stupid wearing a sweater with a hoodie tied around my waist," George rolled his eyes but complied, tying the red hoodie around his waist and looking back to his pocket watch. It read 10:20 am.

"Oh my god, I missed breakfast again," George groaned and made a mental note to not get into any more falling-into-snow hazards. Blade reached into his own satchel and pulled out two croissants, toasted and warm. He handed one to George.

"I got two just in case, but you can have one since I'm not really hungry today," Blade gave George a smile.

"So, what are you doing today?" George bit into his croissant.

"I have no plans, why?" Blade raised his eyebrow.

"I was thinking since we bumped into each other, we could go to the library? I need to pick up a few books." 

"Sure," Blade grinned.

***

George and Blade stepped into the library and the smell of books instantly filled their noses. They browsed through the shelves, laughing and chatting softly as to not disturb the other people studying. As they looked around and walked to the next section, George tripped over a bag lying on the floor.

"Who's bag is..?" George muttered.

"Mine, sorry." Blond hair. Green eyes. Clay?

"Clay." George frowned and picked up the bag, handing it to the blond whose eyes met his and then Blade's, glancing back and forth. 

"George I'm-"

"Don't speak to me,"

"But I just have-"

"He said don't speak to him." Blade glared and Clay, his eyesight being at the same level as Clay's made the both of them competitive. 

"I'll speak to George if I want to." Clay scowled before rummaging into his bag and pulling out George's quill. This time, however, it was completely fixed as if it was never broken in the first place.

"You fixed it? How?" George accepted Clay pressing the quill into his hands once more, clasping them over the quill just as his mother had done.

"I learned a spell for repair and tested it a few times before it was perfected," Clay said sheepishly, removing his hands. George paused; Clay had learned a spell just to fix his quill?

"It means a lot, thank you," George said softly. Clay nodded and slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I need to head out, bye George. Blade." Clay nodded and walked away from them, nearing the door and exiting the library. 

Blade stood with his arms crossed, an angry expression on his face. 

"So, how do you know Clay?" Blade remarked sourly.

"He wanted me to be friends with him or something, I don't really know to be honest," George shrugged. He began to pack up his stuff and took the books to check out. As he was walking to the front desk, he noticed Blade wasn't following him. George glanced back and gave a small smile.

"You coming?"

"Yeah."