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Hey so I just realized how difficult year two is going to be as this is so off canon because of her relationship with Harry and Ron. If you guys could give me idea of anything to help than that would be fantastic! Once I get past year two I should be home free on how stressful and difficult this is. Anyway, enjoy.
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Chapter Four
"You look exhausted." Angelina noted as I fell into the seat next to George with a sigh.
"I was repeatedly woken up last night." I glared at Lavender and Parvati who were grinning from farther down the table.
"Why?" Lee asked and I groaned.
"Nothing, don't worry."
"I feel flattered it was about me."
"Shut up Weasley."
"I liked the whole bit about you being completely and utterly in love with me. I didn't know that."
"I'm warning you. I'm not in the mood…"
"But even better were the kissing sounds." I glared at him and stood, walking out of the great hall.
"Wait, Emily!" I ignored him as I walked but he was able to catch up "Look I'm sorry."
"I told you I wasn't in the mood for teasing." I stopped and looked at him. "You need to learn to listen."
"I know, I'm sorry."
I looked away and hadn't realized he moved closer until he took my chin and made me look at him. My eyes closed as he leaned forward. I could feel the heat of his breath as he got closer and I was suddenly aware of the scent surrounding him. Like firewood or something. I dearly hoped we wouldn't have any more interruptions but, as the tip of his lip just touched mine, a loud yelling caused us to jump apart. George went to look as I tried to control my heart. It wasn't from the loud noise but because George had almost kissed me again.
"You have to see this." He was shaking but it looked like repressed laughter. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the great hall doors.
"-STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE! WE GET A LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD HAVE BOTH DIED-"
I looked at Harry who seemed to be desperately looking as if he didn't hear the voice, which was hard as the Howler was aimed towards the idiot right next to him.
"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED-YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME."
It was silent until hysterical laughter was heard. I realized that the laughter was coming from me and everyone had looked over. I had to lean against the doorway as I laughed, clutching my side. I couldn't help it, their faces were just too much as Ron was completely red from embarrassment and Harry looked horrified. There was a ripple of laughter and I finally calmed before following George back to the table.
"Where were you two?" Hermione asked and I glared at her.
"One word and this butter knife will go up-"
"Okay, I wont say anything to Lavender and Parvati, but can I still tease you?"
"Fine." I grumbled.
"This is going to be fun to listen to."
"Weasley I will shove this hash brown somewhere you'd rather not have it"
"Don't be that way. This whole situation is just funny."
"I swear to god I will-"
"Where is Zuzza?" His thought interrupted mine suddenly and I sighed.
"I don't know. She disappeared the night before we left for Kings Cross. I think she may have been killed or something."
"Oh." He frowned and his arm wrapped around my waist in a comforting way causing me to smile.
As we waited for Professor Sprout, I could hear the whispers and was pleased to realize that Malfoy had done what I knew he would do and everyone realized that Harry had hurt me physically. Harry was glaring at me but I just ignored him and talked to Hermione. Ron seemed distinctly disgruntled also as he glared at me which wasn't very understandable as no one was whispering about him. Soon Professor Sprout and that idiot Lockhart walked up.
"Oh, hello there!" He called and I mimed gagging at how some of the girls swooned. Lavender and Parvati were part of it but after talking to Hermione about my suspicions and her re-reading the books, she agreed completely with my theory. That didn't stop her from elbowing me though her lips were twitching. "Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is! I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels…"
"Professor, what exotic plants have you met? You see, I'm fascinated with Herbology and I love dangerous things. Is there anything more dangerous than the Whomping Willow?" My face was completely straight even as George, who had been listening, was laughing in my head. Everyone looked between us as Lockhart started to look very nervous. I canted my head slightly before he spoke.
"Well I must be going. Have a good class all of you." He then sprinted off.
"That's right, run you little weasel." I muttered and only Hermione heard because I could see her biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"You are a brilliant, brilliant girl!" George exclaimed.
"I try."
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"Freshly caught Cornish pixies!" Lockhart whipped off the cover of the cage and me and Seamus Finnigan snorted in laughter.
"Yes?" Lockhart looked at Seamus with a smile.
"Well, they're not-they're not very-dangerous, are they?"
"Don't be so sure! Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!"
"You do realize he's about to set those things free, right?" George was heard in my head and I faintly wondered if he ever paid attention in his own classes.
"Yes, yes I do."
"I'm guessing you have a plan."
"You know me well."
"Right then!" Lockhart proclaimed loudly. "Lets see what you make of them!"
Just as he opened the cage and they flew out, I brandished my wand and said in a loud, clear voice.
"IMMOBULUS!" Everyone, including the pixies froze. I sighed and unfroze Hermione and we grabbed all the pixies and put them back in the cage. Once it was locked, I went and sat next to Hermione before unfreezing everyone. They were looking at me in shock but I was busy looking at Lockhart.
"Right, well, that's ten points to Gryffindor." He cleared his throat.
"Ten? That deserved at least twenty!" George sounded very offended on my behalf and I couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
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George and Emily! So cute and sweet! Seriously, they wont officially get together until third year so don't worry. I love Emily's attitude with Lockhart and how she handles the pixies! Read and Review
