WARNING! THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS IN GEORGE'S POINT OF VIEW. SORRY IF THIS IS BAD! I'M ONLY FULLY COMFORTABLE WITH HAILEY BUT FOR THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE STORY I HAVE TO GET OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.

We were casually walking through Diagon Alley, and by 'we' I mean the Gryffindor Quidditch team with the addition of Hailey, which for reasons I could not understand, was now part of the group. Since the practice match in which Hailey kicked our asses – though I don't like admitting it – the team had spent every day together, either training or walking around spots highly frequented by witches and wizards. The idea of dropping in on a muggle party had once been instigated but quickly put to the side after yours truly caused a very amusing ruckus by spiking the drinks with babbling beverages. I've never been more proud of myself…

Oliver was talking about Quidditch, again, not to change. Though I'll admit I had given up on the conversation a while ago, staring straight in front of me at the strange phenomenon occurring before me. Alicia, Angelina and Katie were walking before us, surrounding Hailey whom seemed to have a grand ol' time, laughing and smiling constantly. I've always been told that women were meaner and more savage than men when it came to relationships. Betrayal was something that could not be permitted or forgiven in their strange universe, and yet there they were; trusting the enemy.

The girls turned around to look at us for a moment, before turning back around and giggling like children.

"What are they going on about now?" Fred wondered out loud.

"I wonder that as well," Oliver answered.

"Girls can be so weird," I said boringly, looking at their backs. They seemed to be chatting relentlessly, and I couldn't tell which one of them was actually speaking. How do they do that, I wondered, speaking all at the same time and yet understanding every word said within a conversation.

"It seems Hailey has gotten well integrated to the group though," Oliver simply said after our little silence. Why did he care?

"Yes, I think that's a good thing. Other than Ginny and Hermione, Hailey had no one to talk to really," George shrugged. Oliver stopped in his tracks, forcing us to do the same and turn back to him with confusion on our faces.

"What do you mean?" Oliver looked at us.

"What?" Fred and I were confused. We looked at one another then back at Oliver, waiting for an answer.

"What about you two? Don't you talk to her? I mean, it's normal that she feels more comfortable around girls but Hermione and Ginny still are quite younger than her," Oliver seemed surprised that our relationship with Hailey wasn't that great. In fact, I was convinced that he'd be even more surprised if he knew the truth, that our relationship with Hailey was currently burning deep in hell. We weren't the ones that brought Hailey to the practice match, and if it had been up to me, she would have never even come to our house in the first place.

Everyone thought we would have immediately been friends, but how can that be after everything that happened. You can't force two people to come together, it doesn't work that way, especially when one of those two people is a cheating, lying Slytherin who's future is undoubtedly to betray everyone who loves her and join the dark lord in his quest for ultimate power.

Long story short, I'm not a fan of hers.

Oliver had been silent for a while now, and without another word, he just continued to walk. Fred and I looked back to one another before trailing behind our captain. I was half expecting him to give us sass about it but he didn't. I should have known better though, Oliver wasn't the type to get into competitive discussions or even fights unless it was on a Quidditch pitch.

"Hey!" my attention was removed from Oliver and onto Katie whom was standing in front of me. "Stop zoning out okay? Are you coming?" she asked. I just blinked, confused as to what was going on before being pulled by Katie into a small shop which turned out to be completely Quidditch related. Alicia and Angelina ran over to the broomstick section to look at the brand new models whilst Hailey was looking at some leather gloves. I observed her from the corner of my eye as Katie rambled on about something.

"George!" she said suddenly.

"Uh, what?" I grinned. She gazed over to Hailey quickly then rolled her eyes. "You have a real obsession you know that?"

"Sorry if I'm not as easily manipulated as you are," I simply mocked her. She punched my shoulder lightly and I didn't fail to fake being hurt overdramatically, which in turn made her laugh.

"Ever think that maybe she feels as strange being in your house as you do about her?"

"Nope, not even once," I answered quickly, pretending to be suddenly highly interested in whatever I was looking at. Pair of goggles, scrolls and kneepads, my eyes hadn't decided yet what to set upon.

"Well maybe you should," she remarked, picking up a wooden bat and handing it to me as if she was expecting a comment from me. She then turned and moved on to the next section of the small shop. I placed the bat back on the shelf without even taking a look at it and followed her. "She's a Slytherin sure, but she's suddenly been thrown in a house full of Gryffindors. She's got to feel out of place you know? Imagine what you'd do if you were forced to live in the Malfoy Mansion for a summer!"

"Well I'd probably be thinking that all those unforgivable spells might not be that bad…" I thought out loud. Katie giggled and shook her head.

"You're right, bad comparison. Sorry."

And with that the debate on Hailey ended. I left Katie to do her business, not that she bothered me. I regrouped with Fred and Oliver, whom where looking at Quidditch outfits.

"I was thinking we could freshen up the uniform for the next match," Oliver said absentmindedly.

"Can we do that?" Fred and I both asked before shaking our heads, realizing it wasn't in our nature to ask questions before doing whatever we had planned to do. We smirked at one another.

"I don't know," Oliver answered us and moved on, with us trailing behind him slowly.

Angelina comes around and pulls Fred and I to the side to show us some beater equipment and I notice Alicia joining Oliver, walking like a child with her hands behind her back. Those two were always so cute together and yet their relationship was purely platonic. I'm not sure when or what had caused Oliver to take on the role of older brother towards Alicia but that's how it was now, and everyone seemed okay with it. Then again, our team was like our own little side family. Hailey must really feel left out… What that hell am I thinking?

"Aaah," Katie let out an annoyed moan, which caused the entire team to turn towards her and follow the direction of her gaze. Queue part of the Slytherin Quidditch team: Prick in making Theodore Nott, Playboy Adrian Pucey, and Kill me now Montague. This happy little troop followed obediently behind their leader, Bucktooth Marcus Flint. Marcus grinned when he saw us, like he knew he perspired annoyance and maleficence.

"Hailey…" Angelina murmured, taking a step forward before Olive stopped her.

"If anyone can handle the Slytherins, I think it's her don't you?" he said aloud. "We might make things worse by intervening."

We all watched from a discreet eye as Marcus strode over to Hailey with incommensurable pride in his step and gave that well known Slytherin smirk. I watched Hailey's reaction, as she seemed surprised and yet bothered to see him.

"Do you think she's okay?" asked Angelina.

"They're her friends. Of course she is," Fred answered her, yet I could feel he wasn't sure of what he was affirming. I watched as Marcus took her into his arms almost lovingly and how she tensed at the action.

"She's probably complaining about how she's being punished by having to stay with us," I stared at Fred.

And I watched, as soon as I turned back towards Hailey; I watched Theodore Nott, throw her into the stand behind her and laugh in victory as she winced painfully. I watched Adrian laugh and I watched Marcus murmur to her: "Watch you step traitor."