Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

09 - Revenge

I'd had enough of George Weasley.

I hated that boy down to my very core. The past two years I had always been frustrated by him, thinking he was completely immature and inconsiderate, but now I fully despised him. With all 206 bones of my body. There wasn't even an inkling of me that held any sort of liking for him.

He hadn't even flinched when I'd come running into the common room, yelling about the Toad Spawning Soap he'd given me as his great prank. All he did was stare back at me with a cocky grin, smugness written all over his stupid little face. He clearly felt so confident, so comfortable, when it came to me.

And I was going make it my mission to change that.

I was through with him walking around the school like he owned it, like he was the most charming and dashing and hilarious boy Hogwarts had ever seen, like nobody could touch him because his pranks and jokes with his twin and my brother were just that good.

So I was going to give him a taste of his own medicine. I was going to make him feel how I'd felt and how many others had felt for the past two years as a result of his daily torment. And if that started a war... well, let it.

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After I had returned to my room from confronting George about the soap, I spent the whole rest of the night figuring out exactly how I could put mine and Adrian's plan of revenge into effect. Though we'd long since concocted the item we'd need for it, we hadn't yet determined how we were going to bait George into using it and actually get him with it. However, after thinking long and hard, I eventually came to the conclusion that I could use the aftermath of his own prank against him to achieve that.

If I ran down to the Slytherin dungeons early the following morning and explained everything that had happened to me to Adrian, he was surely going to be fuming and would want to go immediately confront George at breakfast for what he'd done. And that anger he would hold towards the other boy as my protective best friend would just so happen to prove extremely useful to our cause. It would be the perfect distraction, the perfect bait, that would allow me to do what I needed to do to put the full prank into motion in secret without being seen.

It was brilliant. Not only that, but I was sure it would be entirely unsuspected, which was what I wanted. I had every ounce of confidence that George was too much of an arrogant asshole to anticipate me striking back against him so fast—if at all—the very next day after he'd pranked me. I was pretty certain he was still very much under the impression that I was bluffing about returning the favor— that I wasn't serious about getting him back. But I was, and so the whole thing would be completely unexpected and therefore even more enjoyable for me and the rest of the school to witness.

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The next morning, I woke up extremely early and immediately got myself ready, simply because I was just too excited for the trick I had for George up my sleeve.

I decided I wanted to look especially nice today. I wanted to feel confident and powerful when I finally got my long-overdue revenge on him and utterly destroyed his ego. So, I made sure to style my hair, apply a dash more makeup to my face than I normally did, and throw on a tight black sweater and my favorite black and red-pleated skirt, seeing as it was a Saturday and I didn't have to wear my uniform.

Callie, being an early-bird, was of course awake and witnessed all of this. She incessantly badgered me to tell her what I was up to, but I refrained. She knew I had something in mind for George today, given how upset I'd been the night before and how she knew better than to undermine the threat I'd given him. But she wasn't aware of any of the specifics— not what Adrian and I had created weeks ago or what I was planning to do with it exactly. I didn't want to ruin any of the fun and spoil things for her, so I refused to tell her. I assured her it would be much more enjoyable if she was surprised. She was disappointed by this, but eventually gave up with bothering me about it.