A/N: Sorry for being inactive and having a 4-day break! I loved reading all of the comments left under this story, thank you all so much for leaving them :D ALSO!! Even though there are side ships, remember that this story is a DreamNotFound fanfic, so their time will eventually come :) Here's the next chapter which is sort of a filler chapter, but I hope you enjoy it anyway <3
George walked into the Great Hall; the number of students which left Hogwarts to go home was astounding, the Hall was almost empty apart from a few Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs. George knew he was one of the few Ravenclaws at Hogwarts, but nevertheless, he expected there to be more at the Hall. George looked around the tables, not wanting to sit by himself while he ate his lunch. As his eyes scanned the Gryffindor table, he spotted a pink-haired boy waving at him, with a timid smile on his face. The boy beckoned him over, to which George rolled his eyes.
"What do you want, Blade?"
Blade cleared his throat and stood up, dragging him and George away from the Gryffindors. Despite them now being at the very back of the Hall, George could still feel their eyes on him.
"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened in the Hospital Wing, I don't know what came over me." Blade looked down at his feet.
"How did you know what was inside of my notebook, Blade?"
"You and your Slytherin friend," Blade curled his lip, "were asleep when I visited the first time, and there was a small leather notepad on your bedside table. I opened it, and George, what's in that is amazing. Seriously."
George felt his face and neck burn up as Blade's eyes gazed into his.
"Thank you." George paused, "You don't think it's weird or anything?"
Blade shook his head and smiled.
"I've never seen anything like it. Hey, how about you sit at the Gryffindor table? There are no Professors here since we've all come so late." Blade looked at the Gryffindor table and back at George a few times before George nodded. The two made their way there.
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Blade bent down and picked up the small bouquet of hydrangeas sitting on the mossy ground and placed it in his basket. George had decided that today was the perfect day to pick flowers, specifically blue ones. Despite the snow layering the soil, the two of them still managed to find a few flowers being magically protected from cold weather sitting around the Hogwarts-Greenhouses. Blade shook the snow off the flower and tapped George's shoulder, holding out the flowers
"For you, my prince," Blade grinned and made a mock bow, causing George to laugh as he gently took the bouquet out of his friend's hands.
"Thank you," George's laughter died down as he realised Blade was staring at him again. He poked Blade's shoulder with his free hand playfully.
"You're staring." George pointed out. Blade shook his head and smiled softly.
"How about we go back inside? I'm freezing." Blade hung his basket over his arm and put on his black gloves.
"How do you feel about sneaking into the Ravenclaw common room?" George grinned.
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The two boys huddled around the fire in the Ravenclaw common room. George reassured Blade that he was absolutely certain that all of his fellow Ravenclaws were probably in the library studying or in the room of requirement for their Saturday study club. The two of them were sorting their blue flowers into different piles. Blade took a small blue flower and looked at George, who had his head down and his eyebrows furrowing in concentration while he attempted to make a flower crown. Blade took his hand and placed it under George's chin, tilting his head upwards. He took his singular blue flower and tucked it behind George's ear so it would stand out against his dark brown hair.
"It looks perfect." Blade watched a light red colour fill George's cheeks, but just assumed it was because of the blazing flames next to them.
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Enemies to Lovers: DreamNotFound Hogwarts AU
FanfictionClay is a misunderstood Slytherin, and George is a judgemental Ravenclaw. What happens when they go from hating eachother to having a strange understanding of one another, forming a spark?