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I sat in the Great Hall, practically drowning in all the food Oliver and George were offering me. What odd behavior they have right now…
"Here Verity! Eat this, it's your favorite pudding!" George tried shoving a bowl down my throat. I stared at it.
"I don't have a favorite pudding, George." I said bluntly.
"Well, have a cauldron cake!" Oliver waved the pastry in my face. I swatted his arm away, and then George's when he tried putting a piece of chicken to my nose. Fred stared at the three of us, obviously highly amused.
"What are you guys trying to do? Make me so fat, I can't even fit through the gigantic door?" I mumbled. "Let me eat in peace, you guys are like annoying garden gnomes right now."
I stabbed my shepherd's pie with my fork, and noticed that the boys have immediately become quiet, and stopped bickering. I swear, I could practically hear Professor Trelawney drop her thirtieth fork. I frowned.
"I didn't mean that quiet! I meant quite badgering me with food! What is it with you two? First, that fight that only Merlin knows what it's about, then dragging me out of the library at lunch, and now this? Honestly!" I said, exasperated.
I let my silverware clatter on my dish as I looked at the both of them. They chewed on their food while staring at me, acting like obedient little school boys. Then, they kept fidgeting, staring at my face… I think they were trying to look me straight in the eyes. I rolled them ever so dramatically.
"I just want you two to act normal, before anything of this morning happened, okay? Got it?" They both nodded furiously, and it pained my own neck to see how much they were moving their heads. I sighed. "Alright, good. Now eat your own food, instead of trying to choke me with it."
George and Oliver began eating and chatting while Fred snickered. I closed my eyes, and took a long, deep breathe.
Gosh, I feel like a mother. Now I understand why my mum got so mad at Will and Wes when we were younger. They were both clear pains in the arse! I'm never going to have children if they acted like this. They'll be the death of me!
I trudged back to the common room, George and Oliver hovering around each side. I grumbled to myself, having barely any elbow room for me to twitch a finger. I felt like a sardine in a tin box.
Once in the common room, I found a small desk for me to do my assignment, but instead of letting me work alone, George and Oliver crammed themselves to work on the desk too. And when I said small desk, I truly meant miniature. I glared at the inch of work space I had while the two practically had miles of space to work on, which was covered with practically the contents of their trunks. Their papers were scattered everywhere, I could barely even find my own face, I was buried alive with parchment and books.
"You guys, seriously?" I muttered, digging my way to find my Transfiguration book. I got indescribable grunts from both of them. I blushed as I heard whispers about George, Oliver and me make their rounds around the room. I felt many eyes on the three of us, impatiently waiting for something to happen.
"Help me? Please? I can't find my book." I was returned with more grunts, instead of the eager sounds of them trying to help me. What happened to all of those attempts of trying to please me?
Oh right. I told them to just bug off. Great.
"Guys?" I was yet ignored again. I let go of an held in breath, and glared at all of the papers surrounding me.
"You guys!" I flailed my arms around, making all the papers fly off of me. It look as if a paper volcano erupted. The two stared at me in shock. I hastily pointed to my book across from me.
"Book, me, now." I said sternly. They cautiously handed me my book. "Thank you." I magically organized their thrown papers into their own piles, and got back to writing my Transfiguration essay.
"Verity, what's the spell to make things into birds?" George asked me, struggling to stay focused on his homework.
"Avifors." I said, demonstrating, making his quill into a small bird, which flew out of the window. He pouted at me.
"That was my last sugar quill…" He looked at me with puppy eyes. I chuckled quietly.
"I have a ton more. You can come and get some later in my room." I smiled, and began to work again. George gleamed, and started working on his essay, more determined. I skeptically watched him and Oliver work, before turning back to my book.
I wonder what's with them, I thought while reading my book. They sure are acting funny today. More around me than anything. Maybe they just want to take care of me from Terence? Maybe they just want to make sure I'm alright.
I scrunched my lips in frustration. Why are they acting so weird?
Perhaps they like you. My mind said, and I frowned. Maybe. But probably not. I saw Oliver hang out with Rose Walters, one of the Ravenclaw chasers, quite often, especially between classes. They seemed pretty into each other.
And even though George hangs around a lot of other girls, he doesn't look at them the way he looks at me. And same goes for Oliver. It's as if they get a special sort of glow whenever I'm with them, or they look at me…
I waved the possibility that they like me away. Not even in a million years, they will. They each had a certain type, and I didn't categorize in to either of theirs. I was probably light years away from their "types", so maybe that's why I've been able to stay 'just friends' with them for so long.
I realized that I was sulking while I was thinking about that, and frowned. I shouldn't be bummed over that they don't like me! I should at least be glad that I have three wonderful friends such as them, right? Right.
I smiled, reminding myself that so many people would kill to be in my position. I have three, faithful, best friends who love me for who I am. I didn't have to change my appearance for them, or think a certain way. I could just be myself around them, and they wouldn't care! So, I'm one hell of a lucky girl right now, even if I don't have a boyfriend.
"Verity, are you okay? You look like you've sucked up some happy juice. Your smile is awfully big right now." Oliver said, setting down his quill, and studying my face.
"Yeah, your smile looks forced, and idiotic." George added, poking my cheek. I frowned at him.
"Hey, that's not fair!" I called, and pouted. "I was just trying to be optimistic and happy…"
"Well, Verity is always idiotic, and stupid. Not to mention, brutally fake." Caroline stepped in behind Oliver. I, along with George, glared at her, my eyes flashing a bright green. Oliver was too shocked, and confused on who was hugging him from behind his shoulders.
"At least I don't get Trolls on any of my grades, Caroline," I spat back. She gasped a very prissy gasp, and I rolled my eyes. Oliver looked up behind his shoulder, and jumped out of his seat, running over between George and I. He had a revolted look on his face. I bit my lip as not to laugh.
"Well, I for one know that your face," She swung her finger around my nose, "isn't actually, your real face." I rolled my eyes.
"And how is that?"
"B-because, you're hair is actually black, and your face is supposed to look like your brother… Will's! It looks nothing like his!" Caroline sputtered. I stared at her, my eyebrows raised.
"She looks like her mom… Will looks like her dad…" Oliver trailed.
"Plus she's a metamorphmagus, she's never had a single straight hair color since the moment she's been born." Caroline glared at George and I, trying to figure out what to say.
"Well, she's a stupid book worm." She sniffed.
"Stupid? Caroline, stupid and book worm can't go into a sentence and make sense." I said. She rolled her eyes, and tried to slip over to Oliver. He kept on avoiding her, but eventually she cornered him to the table.
"So, Oliver, the first Hogsmeade trip is this weekend." Caroline began to twirl her hair. "How about we go together?" She batted her eyelashes. Oliver's eyes opened wide, and he gulped.
"I-I was planning to go with these three here… Or two. I can't find Fred at the moment." Oliver said, eyeing George and I desperately.
"Well, Verity and I were planning to study together this weekend." George said, pulling me closer to him. Oliver narrowed his eyes. Caroline practically jumped for joy.
"Perfect! Then it could just be me and you!" Caroline wrapped herself around Oliver's arm. Oliver squeaked, and tried to shake her off. George and I started to howl with laughter.
"NO! You two are coming with me, to Hogsmeade, on this weekend, or else I'm going to take you off the team for the next game!" Oliver threatened us. We stared at him, our mouths agape.
"That's not fair!" I protested.
"Is to!"
"Oliver, c'mon. We already had something planned." George and I shared a look. Oliver rushed towards us.
"Please, please," He whispered in our ears. "I'll pay you guys a galleon. Please!"
I sighed, and looked over at George. He was pondering over the thought of money. "Fine. Just for you. And give George my Galleon.I don't need it." I whispered in his ear. He nodded.
"Alright." Oliver smiled. I sighed, and smudged my lips.
"But it's only for a while. I did already have something planned with George already."
"Oh, great!" Caroline said, with false enthusiasm. "It's like a double date!" George, Oliver and I scowled.
"Yeah…" George said, gloomily.
"Alright, I'll be going. I need to write a letter to my agent, something about a new photo shoot. Goodnight Ollie!" She grabbed his face, and planted a big, long kiss on his cheek, and ran away. I glared at her as she pranced away, and Oliver stood there, his face mixed between disgust and shock. George and I laughed at his expression, and grabbed his arm.
"C'mon George, let's go get you your sugar quill. Night, Oliver." I kissed him, awfully close to the mouth, - by accident, might I add - leaving him turning him a very rosy red.
George followed me eagerly up the steps into my dorm. He took my hand as we giggled like little kids, prancing inside the room.
Thankfully, the room was empty, and I giggled as George hugged me around the waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and smiling, looked into his brown eyes. I laughed as he started to spin around in circles, having me walk backwards.
"George!" I squealed as he picked me up, and placed me onto his feet. We twirled around the dorm room, moving at our own beat.
"Oh! Wait a moment," George pointed his wand at the door, and placed a spell on it. "Don't want any prefect barging in an yelling." He winked, and I laughed at him again.
He pulled me closer, and smirked. I rolled my eyes playfully, and stuck my tongue out at him. He placed his nose on mine, and scrunched it, making a face at me. I giggled at his silliness.
We danced around until I felt my knees hit my bed. I fell down, with George on top of me. It seemed as if all time stopped as my eyes met his bright brown ones, glowing in the sun. His smile was bigger than ever, yet it was mixed with surprise. I let my lips part as a breeze passed over us.
I admired how brightly his teeth shined in the dying sun's light, and how his red hair glowed a sunset orange. His brown eyes gleamed hazel, and how his freckles spotted his face, across his cheek, over the bridge of his nose, and onto the other cheek. His lips were a pale pink, but it still contrasted against his pale skin.
I pulled his head closer, and closed my eyes as our lips made contact. I felt him smile against my lips before he kissed me back. He picked me up beneath him, and positioned us so that we laid down on the bed properly. I smiled at him, hovering over me, and watched as he returned a gleeful smile back.
He kissed me again, more passionately this time, until there came a sound from the door. We whipped our heads around, just to hear Alicia say that she forgot to do her work. George chuckled and then closed the blinds on my bed.
"Oh, George." I laughed as he kissed my nose. He began to plant small kiss to the way to my mouth.
"Shh," He said against my lips. "Let's just have some fun, okay?"
I woke up laying on top of George. My eyes widened as I searched myself for all of my clothes… which I did have, thankfully.
But when I looked at George, he didn't. Well, he was just missing his shirt… I slid over just a bit to get a better look at him.
Merlin's beard! This boy was fit! And I was lying on top of him!
George opened his eyes, and smiled brightly at me. "Good morning, Beautiful."
A grin grew on my face.
"Morning, George." I kissed him lightly. He chuckled, and pulled me over by the small of my back. He opened a section of the curtain back, seeing if anyone was in the room. He slid it back after making sure it was empty.
"What a wonderful morning, eh?" He joked, looking out the window. The sky was gray, and sheets of rain were coming down by the second.
"Oh, it's a perfect day!" I played along. George winked, and kissed me gently. I giggled, and kissed him back.
George and I walked into the Great Hall, holding hands. As we approached the table, I saw Oliver glare at the table after looking at us moving towards him. I frowned, and scrunched my eyebrows. There was something definitely going on between the two boys, and they wouldn't tell me.
"Morning, Oliver." I said as cheerily as I could. He smiled up at me awkwardly, and stared at his breakfast. I sighed and sat down next to him. George decided to sit across from us.
"Ol, what's wrong?" I asked him, putting my hand over his. Oliver stopped fidgeting with his fork and grumbled.
"It's Saturday," I rolled my eyes.
"And?"
"I have to go to Hogsmeade with Caroline." He groaned, and practically rammed his face into his bacon. I stifled a laugh, and gently pulled him back upright.
"Oliver, it can't be that bad. Besides, you have George and I to be with you." I said, and pried a bit of toast off of his face. Oliver pouted at me.
"Aw, Verity, do we have to? I mean, it's Caroline." George whined. I glared at him, and rubbed Oliver's arm.
"Yes. We do. Because it's for Oliver. And I hate it when he's miserable." I smiled softly at Oliver as he stared at me.
"Thanks Verity." He said, and took my hand to intertwine his fingers with mine. I tinged a bright pink at the feel of his touch, and smiled wider. Funny little sparks were going off in my head. I felt butterflies grow in my stomach as Oliver stared into my eyes.
George cleared his throat, clearly disapproving. I blushed even deeper as Oliver rolled his eyes. We both let go of our hands as George glared at him.
"Do you guys hear that?" I looked around as I began to hear a clicking noise get louder.
"What noise? Oh… Oh no." Oliver groaned. I peered down the hall just to see Caroling trotting toward up, slapping her high heeled boots down on the floor.
"Morning, Ollie!" Caroline chirped. "Hi George." She squeezed down, mashing herself in between Oliver and me. I pouted at her as she began to wrap herself around Oliver's arm.
"Aren't you going to say morning to Verity?" Oliver asked her, looking nauseous as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, Verity? Well, okay." I raised my eyebrows as she glared at me. "Verity, it's a bit tight, do you mind scooting over, or maybe changing seat?" She asked in a false, sweet tone. My jaw dropped, and she smiled evilly at me.
"Fine. But you should know, you smeared your eyeliner down your cheek." I said as I stood up. George stood up too.
"I'm going to the common room to get ready for the trip, anyway." I began to walk away, but Oliver wouldn't let me. George was by my side already.
"Verity, you can't leave yet. You didn't even finish your breakfast!" He said, but his eyes begged "You can't leave me here with this stupid twat!"
"I'm not that hungry…" I replied, trying to ease myself away from Caroline's threatening looks.
"But you're coming with us to Hogsmeade, right?" There was desperation in his voice that I wanted to laugh at, but I just wasn't in the mood.
"Yeah. I have to, remember?" I said. Caroline began to shoot daggers at me.
"Besides, Verity and I have to go to the book store there." George said, and I smiled a bit as he pulled me closer to him.
"That too."
"Okay then. You guys better come. Or else." Oliver said, and eyed Caroline like she was a snake.
"Alright. We'll be back in five minutes to leave." I said and began to walk out with George.
"Take your time!" Caroline called, but I could still feel her horrible glare on my back.
"Don't!" Oliver yelled frantically after.
I sighed, and looked up at George. "Today's going to be a long day, isn't it?"
He nodded, and sighed too. "Yeah. It sure is."