A/N: Hi there. This is indeed...drum roll, please... the first chapter to my Georgie Fanfic!(Because I do adore him so). As always, reviews are welcomed, and verymuch appriciated. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I sadly, do not own any of J.K Rowling's amazing characters. All rights are reserved to her and her fantastic mind.
Chapter One:
"Rachel….Rachel Evelyn Perllet! What are you staring at?" A husky voice shouted to the ginger that stood next to him. Michael Flores rolled his eyes at his best friend as a flurry of red hair whipped to look at him.
"Sorry, Mikey. I was thinking about the O.W.L.S." She muttered in response, turning her body to the approaching Hufflepuff table. She gave a heavy sigh, even though it was only October, she couldn't help but fret over the oncoming exams that were to take place.
"Love, there's nothing to worry about. I got 5 on mine, and barely studied!" The sturdy quidditch player gave a brilliant smile, taking a seat on the bench chair. "And trust me, with you, you'll get 10 owls without even having to lift a finger."
Rachel smiled weakly, taking a seat across from him and watching as the other students filled in for the Halloween dinner. "I know, I know, but you know me..." She trailed off as two blondes stepped into the picture.
"Worrying about the O.W.L.S already?" One started.
"They're not until June y'know." The other finished, each of them taking a seat next to her. All she could do was shake her head, and look down at the food. They were right, of course, but she couldn't help but worry. It's in her nature, after all.
"Alright, alright. I'll hold off on the studying." She made a dive at the food that appeared in front of her. Taking a long swing of pumpkin juice, Michael turned his head slightly, observing the other students that had filled in the empty benches. His hazel eyes stopped on two gingers. One intently staring at their part of the Hufflepuff table.
"Oi, Rachel. George is staring at you again."
The maroon headed girl blushed lightly, then brushed it off, "Not possible, he absolutely hates me."
"What prey tell, did you do to him to make him detest you so much?" Suzie asked on her left, flipping a golden strand of hair behind her shoulder.
"Oh, story time! I do enjoy stories." Christina added, propping her elbows on the table and resting her head in her hands.
Rachel had opened her mouth to speak, but Michael had beaten her to it. "Well, you see, ladies, it was their third year. Rachel was cautiously walking down the hall, mind her own business, when all of the sudden dear George bumped into her and accidentally spilled one of his whatchya call'em…" He waved his hands, trying to think of the word.
"Stink bombs."
"Yes, thank you, Rachel. Stink bombs. Landed right on top of poor Rachel here, and we all know, she's not exactly the most level headed girl when she's angry." He turned to the girl who was now slightly pink.
"I turned him into a pixie. Got a weeks worth of detention with Snape for doing so. He's never liked me since." She squished her face together, looking down at her plate. "I'm not that hungry anymore, I think I'm going to go get a bit of reading done. Will sent me a book a couple days ago, and it looks interesting."
Michael's brows burrowed, watching as she stood up and left. He turned to the two blondes. "She does fancy him though." He muttered once she was out of earshot. "Just hasn't admitted it."
"Oh! I know what we're going to do this semester!" Suzie shouted, clapping her hands together.
"Oh here we go. Another one of her brilliant ideas." Christina rolled her eyes, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. She prepared for the impact.
Suzie frowned, sticking a tongue out at her twin. "Michael will help me."
"Help you with what?" He blinked, wondering what was ticking in that blonde head of hers.
"We get Weasley and Perllet together, of course!" She squealed, causing a few first years to turn and look at her funny.
Michael's smile widened completely, "That, is an amazing idea, my friend. Good one, Chap." He stood up, grabbing his coat. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to retire. Let's not let George or Rachel know what we're going to do, eh?" He winked before heading off to the common room.
Rachel had started reading the first couple of pages when the portrait hole swung open, causing the air to stir. She knew he would be soon to follow her. "What took you so long, mate? Get caught staring at Cedric again? Or was it Cho this time." She gave a playful grin as he sat in the amber armchair next to her.
"Oh haha, I do it once, and you continuously make fun of me. But no, when you sit there and ogle at Weasley, I can't even make fun of you once!" He rolled his eyes, looking down at the used copy of the Daily Prophet.
"I do not ogle, as you so generously put it."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"I resent that."
" Would both of you stop, you're giving me a headache. It's like I can't even manage to get any peace or quiet in here anymore." A simple baritone came from their left side. The brunette muttered something under his voice as he quickly turned back to his book.
"Sorry, Edward. Didn't see you there. What is that you're reading?" Rachel interjected, turning her body around to face him.
A hinge of a smile came to his face as he turned the cover to her.
"Magical Creatures of Wooded Lands and Where to Find Them. Fascinating! I never knew you liked that class!" She grinned, twisting her body back around. She would admit, she did have a slight crush on the quiet 6th year boy. He was the type that would rather read than snog, but it was soon overpowered by the heavy attraction to a certain ginger.
"I see you're reading another Transfigurations book, perhaps you can help me with my homework sometime, seeing as you are in our class." He nodded towards Michael who merely nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, please help us sometime, Evie, we're completely lost. Poor Edward here made a half sheep rubber ducky last week. Was awful. Cute, but awful." He gave a sympathetic look towards his year mate, unconsciously scratching the back of his head.
"Maybe some other time," She gave a yawn, closing her book. "For now, I'm tired and have a long day of classes in the morning. Night, Mikey, Edward."
"Night, love. I'll see you at breakfast then."