Georgina waited outside the Gryffindor common room, ignoring the odd glances she was receiving. She was about to give up on her brother ever coming out when she spotted Fred and George Weasley. "Have either of you seen my brother?" Georgina asked. They looked at her questionably, probably wondering why she was seeking him out. "Our trunks look alike and I accidentally packed my quidditch gloves in his. He was supposed to meet me out here with them 5 minutes ago."
"Maybe you should just give up on the quidditch. You Slytherins won't stand a chance in the match against us!" Fred responded, but in a teasing manor. If this comment were to come from anyone else, Georgina probably wouldn't hesitate to hex them, but she had to admit she got along quite well with Fred and George. When she was sorted into Slytherin, her brother and nearly everyone else assumed she must be an awful person, and never quite treated her the same. It's like everyone was constantly waiting for her to do something horrible. Fred and George on the other hand, always treated her as an equal, and she respected that. Not that she would ever admit that to any of the Slytherins, as she does value her life.
"It's true, it's been years since Slytherin has beaten Gryffindor," Fred agreed.
"Then I suppose that just means that it is time for change," Georgina countered back.
"Keep that confidence up, Potter, you're going to need it!" Fred laughed.
"In all seriousness, I do need my quidditch gloves," Georgina said. "Is there any way you could just let me into the common room to get them. I won't take more than a minute."
"We're really not supposed to do that," George began.
"It is against the rules," Fred finished.
"Oh please, since when do you two care about following rules?" This got a grin from both of the twins, so Georgina pressed on. "Plus I'm his sister, there has to be an exception." Fred and George looked hesitant, but relented.
"Mimbulos Mimbletonia!" The twins said to the fat lady in unison. The common room nearly silenced as Georgina walked in. The Gryffindors looked up at her, and looked a bit scared.
"I'm just here to see my brother, people, not kill you!" Georgina announced. Everyone quickly got back to whatever they were doing, causing Georgina to roll her eyes. "Can you show me where my brother's room is?" She asked to the twins. They all quickly made their way up the staircase to the boys' dorms. When she found her brother's she stormed in without knocking. "Harry, I've been waiting ages for you, you were supposed to meet me outside nearly 15 minutes ago!" Ron and Hermione, who were with Harry, looked up in surprise.
"How did you get in here?" Ron asked, and Hermione looked rather suspicious.
"You see, first I summoned the Dark Lord, and then all of the death eaters and I broke into the Gryffindor common room, killing 17 people on the way." All three of them looked at her with wide eyes. "Come on, I'm joking. Your crazy brothers let me in, Weasley." Sometimes Georgina forgot that her brother and her friends didn't know her well enough to distinguish her sarcasm. Slytherins enjoy a bit of dark humor, but from the looks of it, Gryffindors obviously don't.
"I'm sorry, I lost track of time." Harry finally said. "Here, catch." He tossed here the gloves, which Georgina quickly caught and inspected. They appeared to be fine.
"Thanks, I guess I'll be going now," Georgina says, feeling like she already overstayed her welcome. She started to leave the room in a hurry. Hermione gave Harry a look, and nudged him.
"Georgina, wait." Harry stopped her. "I was just wondering if you would want to join the three of us at Hogsmead this weekend?"
Georgina quickly whipped around. "Why?" She asked. Harry couldn't really blame her for being suspicious. From the night of their sorting, he had made it very clear that he wanted little to do with her. It had really hurt Georgina, seeing him leave her for his new friends and new house, while she struggled in her own. He always acted like he cared and was there for her, but he never really was, and she didn't know if she'd ever forgive him for it. So instead of constantly waiting around hoping that her brother would include her, she made friends within her own house. They also happened to be the people Harry hated most, and he didn't know if he'd ever forgive her for that.
"Umm, well you see-" Harry started, clearly struggling.
Hermione quickly cut in for him, "We know that you and Harry haven't had the best relationship in the past. It's really time for you to to fix that. He really wants you two to get along."
"If he wants it so badly, he can say it himself," Georgina replied coolly.
"I just want us to get along, Georgina." Harry explained. Georgina had to admit he did looks sincere, but years of jealousy and anger got the better of her.
"No," Georgina said simply.
"What?" Harry looked at her in surprise. He had thought that she would jump at the chance to fix their broken relationship.
"Not used to hearing the word no, Harry?" Georgina asked sarcastically. "I don't want your friendship, or kindness, or pity or whatever the hell it is you're offering me. For years, all I wanted was for you to accept me, and not judge me. I wanted us to care about each other, Harry, I really did. Five years ago, I would have loved for us to get along, and have a great relationship. But guess what, a lot changes in five years. I have different wants now, and those no longer include you. But thanks for the offer."
Georgina stormed out of the Gryffindor common room, not bothering to look back. She felt a mix of emotions as she made her way back to her own common room. She felt angry, at both her brother and herself. She didn't really think if the consequences, realizing that she very well may have destroyed any type of reconciliation with her twin. They had never gotten along; but something about this felt very final, like there was no turning back. Georgina didn't know how to feel about that, because she didn't feel sadness, but she also didn't feel the relief that she was hoping this would bring. With a pounding headache, she laid down in her bed, trying to drown out her thoughts.
Many hours later, Georgina awoke to somewhat gently nudging her. "Wake up, Georgina! You have prefect rounds."
"I really don't feel like doing it," Georgina told Daphne. It wasn't a lie, her head hurt like crazy and movement sounded like a form of torture at the moment.
"You are the worst prefect ever. It's only been a day, and you're already slacking off your responsibilities. That has to be some kind of Hogwarts record," Daphne said, handing Georgina a brush. "Now fix your hair, and go give some second year Gryffindors detention. It will make you feel better, I promise."
"Easy for you to say," Georgina responded as she ran the brush through her untamable hair. "This isn't going to work!" Georgina laughed as the brush was nearly stuck in her hair. "If I keep this up, I'm going to look like Hermione Granger!" Daphne snickered at this, as Draco appeared at their door.
"Potter, you look even more attractive than usual," Draco greeted. "Did you happen to get caught in a tornado recently?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Shut up, Malfoy. Not all of us have perfectly shiny hair that never moves." Georgina calmly walked up to Draco and reached up to ruffle his hair. "Oh look, your hair can move! This is the most advanced magic I've encountered all day!" Georgina and Daphne laughed and Draco glared at Georgina, attempting to smooth his hair back to perfection.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I strongly dislike you?" Draco asked her.
"Daily," Georgina responded, smirking. "Now let's get our prefect rounds started, shall we?"
After an hour or so of patrolling the halls in a comfortable silence, Georgina felt like striking up a conversation. "So Draco, how was your first day back at Hogwarts?"
"Fairly uneventful," he responded with a yawn. "Although you did miss a good quidditch practice. Where were you?"
"My brother and I had a bit of a fight," Georgina replied. Draco now looked much more interested, as he always did at the mention of Harry Potter. "I didn't really feel like playing after that." Georgina bit her lip, unsure if she should continue. She didn't exactly trust Draco enough to start telling him her family problems, but it would also be nice to talk to someone who would be on her side. Draco looked at her expectantly, stopping to lean against the wall. She decided to go on, "He said he wanted us to get along, wants us to go to Hogsmead together with his friends."
"Can't wait to see how that goes, how will you survive a day with the weasel and the mud blood?" Draco asked, his face twisting up at the horrible thought.
"I won't need to find out. I told him I had no interest in being friends." Draco looked at her slightly shocked, but he quickly changed his expression to one of disinterest.
"Why did you do that?" Draco asked. He knew that she didn't like her brother, but that seemed a bit extreme even to him.
"Because I'm tired of him only wanting us to have a relationship when he decides that he wants it! For years I wanted us to be close, and he totally rejected me. Now when he decides he wants us to get along, I'm just supposed to do it? Am I supposed to be grateful that he finally acknowledged me? Well I'm not." Draco looked at Georgina, seeing her far more vulnerable than he had ever seen her. "He made it very clear that he didn't need me, and now it's time for me to show that I don't need him." She was clearly upset, and Draco had no idea how to respond. She never really showed any emotion, much like himself, so this was a very new side to her.
"If it makes you feel any better," Draco began, "he also rejected me." Georgina shot him a questioning look, wondering what on earth he was talking about. "On our first day of Hogwarts, I approached your brother, attempting to be friends. He instead chose Weasley." Draco felt a bit uncomfortable sharing this, realizing he had never actually told anyone this before. It had been years since this occurrence, but the memory still angered him.
"I didn't know that," Georgina said. "I suppose that's why you hate him so much. You had probably never been denied something before." She didn't mean that in a judgmental way, it was a fact. Draco couldn't help that he grew up completely spoiled, and he was simply acting in the only way he knew how. And her brother punished him for it.
"That's also why I hated you," Draco explained. "When I saw you, all I saw was him. That's why I was so awful to you."
"You wanted to hurt me before I hurt you." Georgina said, and Draco slowly nodded. His actions made a lot more sense to her now.
"But, through all of this, I did learn something very important," Draco continued.
"And what was that?" Georgina asked.
"Your brother has very poor taste," Draco smirked. He began walking down the corridor, and Georgina fell into step next to him.
Georgina glanced at a clock as they passed through another corridor. "Draco, your rounds are over now. You can go if you want," she informed him, expecting him to rush off.
He just shrugged. "I might as well join you, we don't have any homework yet and I have nothing better to do." Georgina didn't question him, and they continued to patrol the halls in silence, only stopping to give a few detentions.
