The Girl Who Hid | George Weasley

ch 43 : blimey

The group of students being trained under Harry had begun to call themselves Dumbledore's Army. The group had been unable to meet previously because Umbridge banned all afterschool activities, but when Neville stumbled upon the Room of Requirement one day, all of you realized how perfect that location would truly be for your meetings.

At one of your first meetings, Harry was trying to teach the group how to use the Expelliarmus spell. Neville had gone first, not succeeding on that attempt. You watched as Neville's face fell.

Most of the others couldn't get it that day as well, and Harry was growing increasingly sullen as he watched everyone struggle.

After everyone else had gone, you stepped forward and offered, "I could try if you'd like?"

Harry ran a hand over his face and simply nodded.

You stepped up to the statue and took a deep breath, focusing your mind on what you aimed to do. You broke the dead silence in the room by screaming, "Expelliarmus!" Everyone in the room jumped, not expecting that the sweet girl's voice could ever get so loud and demanding.

The wand flew from the statue's hand. You brightly grinned as you lowered your wand and looked to Harry and George. Harry looked relieved while George looked so proud and in awe of you. George came over to you and lifted you off your feet, declaring, "My girlfriend is bloody amazing!"

You blushed at his compliment but wrapped your arms around his neck, nonetheless. When he finally set you back on your feet, you found Ron staring at you with a mouth agape. He breathed, "Blimey, Y/N. I didn't know that you could be so scary."

You chuckled as George tugged you off to the side of the room, not letting your intertwined fingers separate for even a moment. He tugged you into his side before he dipped his head and murmured, "I never doubted you for a second, love."

In thanks, you lifted up onto your toes and plopped a kiss on George's cheek. George turned slightly pink, but he still squeezed your hand in response.

Fred approached after a moment. He whistled, "Wow, Potter, now I think I get why George's in love with you. I'm a little intimidated."

George raised his eyebrows and huffed, "Back off, Freddie."

Fred just laughed. He used exaggerated hand movements to splay his hand over his forehead as he teased, "Woe is me! I'm always too late. I'll just keep loving you, Y/N Potter, until the day I die."

"Shut it, Fred. People might hear you and think you're serious," You retorted with wide eyes. You noticed the way a couple other members of Dumbledore's Army were looking over at the three of you curiously. When your eyes met June's, she looked away fast. You were still just shocked that she had joined your group at all, but you were still glad to know that she was trying to be an ally to you and Harry after everything that happened between the two of you.

Bringing you back to the moment, Fred deadpanned, "Oh, but I am serious."

George eyed his brother with a small grin while you just chuckled and rolled your eyes, snuggling deeper into George's side. You mockingly retorted, "That sounds like a miserable existence, Freddie, because I'd never leave George. It'd be a downgrade."

George loudly laughed at your comment and ruffled your hair, eyes widening slightly in pleasant surprise. George wasn't used to people liking him more than Fred and hearing you say those words put the giddiest grin on his face.

While gripping the collar of his robes with mock hurt, Fred gaped, "Where is all of this attitude coming from, Potter?"

You tucked your hair behind your ear shyly and giggled, "I guess George's sassiness is rubbing off on me."

Grinning down at you, George laughed, "I've trained her well."

Fred leaned against the nearby column and taunted, "Well, you've been deceived, Potter. I'm clearly the better looking of the two of us, but don't worry, I have the rest of my miserable existence to prove that to you."

Your eyes widened as you whispered, "I truly do hope you're joking, Fred."

Fred winked at the two of you before leaving you alone once more. You looked up at George in that moment and murmured, "Remember the last time we were in here?"

George's ears burned as he looked around the room with a smile. He nodded and admitted, "Best night of my life."

"Mine too," You sighed. You looked up at him with a smile and suggested, "Maybe we should do that again sometime."

Brushing his fingers through your auburn hair, George chuckled, "Do you have any plans at 8pm, love?"

With a beaming smile, you teased, "Well, I do now." With that, you winked at George and approached Susan who had been grinning at you from across the room.