Iridescence - G.W

4 - The Attack

Felicity was woken up from her dreams of winning the world cup herself by Mr Weasley shouts.

'Get up! Ron – Harry - come on now, get up, this is urgent!' 

Dimly throughout Flick's sleepy thoughts, she could tell that something was wrong

'Ginny, Flick, Hermione' Mr Weasley said more and more panic-stricken.

The noises in the campsite had changed, the singing had stopped. Instead, they were surrounded by screams and the sound of people running.

The sight that met the group's eyes was horrific, a crowd of wizards, tightly packed and moving slowly across the field. Shit. She thought to herself, there was a pack of death eaters marching their way across the fields. High above them, floating along in midair, four struggling figures were being contorted into grotesque shapes.

'We're going to help the Ministry,' Mr Weasley shouted over all the noise, rolling up his sleeves. 'You lot – get into the woods and stick together. I'll come to fetch you when we've sorted this out!'

Bill, Charlie and Percy were already sprinting away towards the oncoming marchers; Mr Weasley tore after them. Ministry wizards were dashing from every direction towards the floating muggles coming ever closer.

'C'mon,' said Fred grabbing Ginny's hand and starting to pull her to the woods, George doing the same with Felicity. The woods were thick and she ignored the stings on her face and legs from all of the branches piercing her skin. She felt her hand tear from Georges and fear took over her senses.

'Mellor,' a silky sick voice from behind her said. Draco Malfoy was standing alone leaning against a tree, looking utterly relaxed. 'Just told your friend to keep her bushy head down, you might want to do the same.' He told her with a wink.

She felt a hand in the small of her back and relaxed knowing her friends were behind her, 'do one Malfoy.' She replied coolly.

'Ooh not very friendly, got a nasty side to you don't you,' he winked.

She turned to walk away not bothering to pay him any attention, but a cold hand gripped her wrist and pulled her into his chest. There was barely an inch between them, 'there looking for half breeds you know,' he said the words spilling of his tongue like ink. 'Even pretty ones' he added touching her face.

She really did need to work on her temper, before fully thinking her actions through her knee had made contact with his crotch. 'Tell Daddy about that one, once he takes off his mask of course.' She snarled backing away further into the woods.

'That was epic,' Ginny said with a smile, the fear on her face lessened.

'Let's keep moving,' George said holding her hand once again his grip slightly firmer and his expression dark. The boys looked at each other, maybe there was a bit of truth in what Draco had said, Felicity was in more danger than the others. They ran deeper and deeper into the woods before coming across a clearing with a log on the floor.

'Let's wait here,' Fred said breathing deeply. The others agreed fighting to get their breath back, Felicity collapsed on to the log shivering now that the adrenaline was wearing off. Leaving in such a panic she was still in her pyjamas, she looked down at her matching tartan fleece pyjamas and couldn't help but let out a little laugh, they were definitely going to need a wash.

'You look cute,' George said quietly to her in an undertone, making her thankful it was dark to hide how red her cheeks where. 'Here,' he told her with a smile ripping off his jumper and handing it to her.

'Sure?' She asked not wanting to make him cold.

'Put it on before you catch your death of a cold.'

'Yes Mummy,' Flick replied with a nudge.

'I prefer Daddy' George said turning around to look at her his eyebrow raised.

Felicity was shook, she sat there staring back at him not knowing how to process what he just said until once again she erupted into giggles.

'George Weasley you are an actual twat,' she breathed out between laughs.

'You like me really.'

She hummed at him heat radiating off her face. 'So are we good or are you gonna tell me why you got your panties in a bunch earlier,' she asked scooting ever closer to him.

'Yeah about that,' he replied looking down at the floor, 'I was just a little jealous.'

'Jealous?' she questioned.

'Yeah, it's just all the attention you were getting,' he seemed ashamed which made her heart flutter.

'George,' she prompted for him to continue,

'It's like every boy who lays his eyes on you all of a sudden feel the need to woo you, and they always flirt so much.'

'It's the-'

'The Vela genes, I know that now,' he interrupted her. 'That's why I've no longer got, how did you phrase it, my knickers in a twist.'

The two giggled again, facing each other their features dimly lit by the moonlight.

'So, getting all jealous over me, are we?' Flick said suggestively sliding her hand into his. She leaned her head against his shoulder and they both fell into a comfortable silence, purely enjoying each other's company despite the situation around them.