(A/N Yeah so I dont own any of J.KRowling's characters or plots...I just think they're awesome)
Chapter 8
George was in a panic. He couldn't find Abby. What if she had landed herself in the dungeons? He tore down the corridor as soon as Transfiguration was over; she'd been gone four classes ago.
"She's just a girl!" Fred called after him. George shook his head. Of course she was just a girl, but she was his friend. He should be concerned for his friends. And if his friend happen to be a girl, a very pretty girl at that, wasn't it all the better?
Down the corridors he raced, calling out for Abby along the way. As he rounded the corner, he smacked right into a woman with bubblegum pink hair.
"Ooooff!" George mumbled as he crashed into her. They both lay sprawled on the ground as George realized who it was he had hit.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Professor Tonks. I was just looking for my friend; she's been gone for four classes you see. I think she might have gone to see Dumbledore, but I'm worried she might've landed herself in the dungeons! Right now I'm looking for her or the Headmaster. I'm really sorry Professor!" George explained frantically as he stood up and then turned to help the Professor up. The young professor just laughed and shook her head.
"It's okay. I can take you to Dumbledore if you like," She said kindly, and started down the hall, gesturing her hand to indicate he should follow her.
They traversed down the halls, George following intently behind the teacher. She soon came to an abrupt stop at a stone Gargoyle.
"Pumpkin Pasty" she said. George looked at her expectantly. Did she want a pumpkin pasty? Where was he supposed to get one of those?
"Er... Professor, do you want a Pumpkin Pasty or something?" George asked tentatively. Professor Tonks just held up her hand. There came a low rumbling and the stone Gargoyle revealed a stairwell.
"Up here," She said as she began to climb. George took one last look behind him, and ran up the stairs to catch up.
He found himself in a quite impressive office. He knew whose office it was almost instantly. But where was he whose office it was? Professor Tonks glanced around the room. Concluding that the headmaster was indeed not in the vicinity she moved forward toward a portrait that was hung on the wall.
"Ah Headmaster Dippet, would you be so kind as to inform me where Headmaster Dumbledore has gone?" Professor Tonks asked the portrait.
"Ah well the Headmaster stepped out to usher a young girl to the Hospital Wing, she had a nasty encounter with a boggart, poor thing" The portrait responded.
As he heard this news George turned on his heels and raced to the Hospital Wing. He knew where it was considering last year he had come with his mother to visit his brother, Charlie, after a nasty Quidditch accident. He sped down the steps and along the corridor. He could hear Professor Tonks calling after him but he didn't care. He just wanted to make sure Abby was alright. He came to a stop at a set of huge bronze doors.
Attempting to push them open, he struggled against their weight. Another force applied it strength and as he looked to the left he saw a boy about his age with curly brown hair. He instantly remembered the Sorting Ceremony. Roger Davies was his name. With their combined strength the doors flew open to reveal the Hospital Wing. George rushed in, not waiting for Roger, but muttering a quick thanks under his breathe.
The hall was filled with empty beds, except for one. He spotted dark brown hair was sprawled out over a pillow. The headmaster was leaning over her, whispering something. He beckoned George over. This made George break out into a sprint. He reached Abby's bedside. She looked almost as if she was sleeping. Her eyes were closed and she was wrapped in tight ball, like she was trying to hide from something. The expression on her face showed nothing but pure fear. "What happened?" he wondered to himself.
Dumbledore broke the silence, "Ah, young Mr.Weasely. I am guessing that you are wondering what terror has befallen your new comrade." George nodded furiously, he was unable to speak, but he hoped the vigorous nodding would convey his worry.
"Well there is absolutely nothing to worry about." Dumbledore smiled. "She just had a nasty encounter with a boggart, nothing to fret over. I'll leave you to talk to her for a bit. Madam Pomfrey has giving her a Sleeping Draught, but it may do some good to talk to her anyway. Have a good night." Dumbledore said. He clasped his hands on George's shoulders, gave a light squeeze, and turned, leaving the hall. On his way out he stopped and gestured to Roger, who had been watching the scene from afar, to join him on a walk. Roger seemed reluctant to follow. With a final glance at Abby, he followed the Headmaster out the door.
George stared down at Abby. He had only known her for a day, and yet it felt like forever. He could feel something stirring inside of him. She was pretty. Gosh, he was turning mushy.
As he stared down at her face, he wondered what he should talk to her about. He didn't really know how to hold a conversation with someone who was sleeping, so he did the best he could. He told about the classes she had missed and how the teachers were, compared to Snape at least. Then he told her all about his family.
By the time he had run out of things to say, it was dinner time. As he prepared to leave he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "It's been a rough first day, but it'll get better." He said to her, and then he did something he'd never done before. Afterwards, he'd swear he was out of his mind, but then, it seemed like the right thing to do. He bent down and kissed her forehead. She began to stir, so he did the only manly thing he could think of. He ran from the room.
