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Defence against the Dark Arts became one of my favourite classes after a week. Lupin had a way of making everyone feel a part of something, even Draco looked forward to going once he had stopped bad mouthing his clothes. Snape quickly heard about the Boggart and grew livid whenever he heard Professor Lupin's name. The class I dreaded the most was Divination. I hated that stuffy room, listening to Trelawney go on about my parents and my bad omens.
Just after Hermione's Birthday, which I had celebrated in a corner of the library with her, I had another Divination class. Walking down the corridors towards the tower, I slowly trotted, not making too much fuss if I was late. Walking past a statue, I feel two arms slide around mine into a link.
"Doing anything?" asks Fred as they turn me around so we are walking away from Divination.
"I don't think she's doing anything Fred," replies George before I could say anything.
"I have class," I say, trying to get out of their grip. They hold fast as we walk down the corridor. I let them pull me down the corridor away from the Divination tower. We trudged through the grass until we reached the Quidditch pitch.
"What are we doing here?" I ask as we went up to the seats.
"The Slytherins have practice in a few minutes," says Fred.
"And we gave them a good luck present to help," smirks George.
I glare at both of them, "What did you both do?"
We hear shouting from the changing room and we all crouch down behind the seats. I try not to let my imagination go wild as I listen to the curses and shouts coming closer and closer.
George covers my mouth just as they walk onto the field and it's a good thing too because I try to stifle my laugh. The Slytherin team were all in their Quidditch uniform and each carrying their own hot pink broom stick. Their faces were just as pink as they scanned the bleachers for any unwanted visitors.
"How will we get rid of this color?" shouts someone, throwing their broomstick.
Lucien was fuming red and looked like he was about to smash his broom stick. He turns to Adrian, "If anyone finds out, this will be on you." They all go back to the changing room.
I notice that George still has his hand over my mouth. I try not to think about the smell of pine and smoke coming from him. He looks at me and blushes. He moves his hand away quickly.
"Do I need to leave you two love birds alone?" laughs Fred who get a smack from George in retaliation.
"Did you try out to go back on team?" George says, changing the topic.
I laugh, "I wouldn't go back even if they gave me all the galleons in the world even if I really liked the hot pink broomsticks."
"We can arrange that," says Fred.
"We may now some guys," continues George.
"I've heard that they are very dashing," finishes Fred.
We walk back to the castle, dodging all Slythrins and Professors. I knew that I would be in a lot of trouble for skipping a class. Right now I didn't care, as we went to dinner, hand in hand. We walked in at different times, not wanting to cause attention to any unwanted eyes. As I sat at the table, surprised to have people sitting around me. I guess they were all used to me now and who I was. Piling my plate with a variety of food, I then proceeded to shovel it into my mouth. I glanced over to the Gryffindor table and I spotted Snape talking to Fred and George and none of them looked happy. My stomach sank. This couldn't be a coincidence. Snape then starts to walk over to me. He throws a piece of parchment on top of my plate of food. Everyone glanced at me then got back to their own conversations. Opening it up, I quickly scanned over the scribble.
Detention, 9 pm, tonight.
Do not be late.
Professor Snape
My cheeks flushed red. I knew I was going to be in a lot of trouble, I just hoped that Fred and George wouldn't have been caught. After dinner was cleared from the tables, I wait until Fred and George were leaving. Most of the senior Slytherins had left and the ones who were still around the table didn't really care.
"So I guess we will be having detention together," says George and Fred in unison.
"I thought both of you would have been more careful," I say, smacking them both.
"It was a little hard with the class we had," says George.
"Especially with the professor, he would have known immediately," finishes Fred.
"What class did you have?" I ask.
They both laugh, "Potions."
We were now in the dungeon almost at Snape's room.
"Why would you skip his class, you would have known that you would have got detention."
"We couldn't let you sit through that class," says Fred as we stand outside the room waiting for Snape to arrive.
"Listing off the possible ways to die, through a smoke filled bauble," laughs George.
The door opens, revealing Snape glaring at us. We walk into the room, following him to his desk. He still glares at us as he sits behind his desk.
"I understand that the Weasley family do not have enough brains between all of you but I assumed that the two of you would share enough to understand that being absent to my class would not be unnoticed," fumed Snape.
If it was said by anyone else I would have laughed. I quickly glanced at Fred and George both of which were red. I'm not sure if it's from embarrassment or anger.
"And Rose," snarled Snape.
I whip my face back to him and boy he doesn't look happy.
"You have embarrassed not only yourself but me as your head of house."
My face starts to burn up. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Filch walks in.
"All three of you will be doing your detention with Filch," he snaps. "If either of you skip a class again then I will personally hold you detentions for the rest of the year."
All three of us walk off quickly, before he says anything else.
Filch leads us to the trophy room and hands each of us a bucket and a sponge.
"No magic," sneers Filch leaving us alone with the cat.
I sit myself down in front of a trophy so dirty I couldn't even tell what is was awarded for.
Fred starts to laugh.
I glance at him, "what's so funny?"
"Did you see Snape's face?" snorted Fred. "He looked like he was going to explode."
We all start to laugh. I had truly never seen him so angry. I glanced at George, who was still laughing. I had never noticed how the corner of his mouth crinkled when he smiled or how his eyes seemed to shine when he laughed. I look away quickly and start to rub at the trophy. The three of us sit there for what felt like mere moments but was really hours. When Filch returned, we had done one shelf out of the whole room. Filch let us know how pathetic it was and that if he had it his way we would be here till it was all done.
We walk to the grand staircase together before going to our own houses. I couldn't stop thinking about George, no matter how hard I tried to.
I try to avoid the both of them for a few weeks, hoping that whatever feelings that were surfacing might just go way. In Transfiguration, I sat in the back hoping to disappear for once. Lavender Brown was surrounded by students from her house and she was wailing her head off. I listened closely to the conversation from where I was sitting. Hermione, Ron, and Harry walk into the room and ask her what was wrong. She starts blubbering about her pet rabbit and how it was predicted in Divination. I zoned out at that point, I just couldn't take any more of that class and that blasted teacher. I bumbled my way through Transfiguration which Professor McGonagall pointed out as well. At the end of the class, she announced that we should all turn in our Hogsmeade permission slips to our head of house by Halloween. I felt like smacking myself, I had completely forgotten all about that. I really didn't want to try and persuade Snape to let me go, I knew his answer.
Later that evening as I ate my dinner, George and Fred plonk themselves across from me and start to grab some food.
"It's like your all on a diet," comments George.
"Look at all the food you still have left," says Fred. "There is barely anything left at the Gryffindor table."
A Slytherin girl who had sat next to me, snarls her lip and moves away with her plate of fruit.
"I apologize on behalf of the Slytherins for not scoffing down our food like pigs," I say with a mouthful of meatloaf in my mouth. They both smirk at me and I try not to look at George as they both do.
"We hope that you are coming to Hogsmeade on Halloween," says George.
"It would suck to miss out on the amazing time that you would have with us if you didn't," continues Fred.
Halloween is my 14th birthday and I know that they are going to pull something crazy off for the sake of it.
"I will try but I haven't got it signed yet," I say fiddling with my food.
"You better hurry because it will be pretty annoying if we get caught sneaking you out of the castle," laughs Fred and George together.
I smile at both of them. They were the best friends someone could ask for.
I waited till the day just before Halloween to ask Snape. I waited till everyone had left the room. He sits at his desk, ignoring me and starts to mark. I take the permission sheet out of my bag and place it on his desk. I stand there waiting as he continues to ignore me.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me to sign it," he drawls, finally looking up at me.
"Trust me, if I found a different guardian I would use them," I retorted.
He raises his eyebrows as if daring me to continue but I hold my breath.
He leans over the paper as if contemplating whether to sign it or not, but after a while he does and waves his hand to dismiss me. Once outside the room I let my heart leap. I was more excited than I realised I would be. I just wasn't too sure it was because I was going to Hogsmeade or if it was because I would be spending it with George. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't shake these feelings towards him. I knew juts the person to talk to about it.
I enter the library, quickly finding Hermione in the spot we share together when by chance we are both studying here at the same time. She is reading a book about the history of Arithmacy as I sit across from her. As soon as she sees it's me she closes her book.
"I have a problem," I began. "I have been feeling weird when I am around this person and I don't know why and it's only just started and I can't stop thinking about them. It all comes out in a heaped rush.
Hermione seems to have caught it all though.
"George?" she asks.
I blush and look around as if he and Fred would actually be in the library.
"How did you know," I whisper.
"It's so obvious about how you feel and I think he feels the same way," she says picking up her book again.
"But I like just being his friend, I don't want it to be anything more," I explain. "Look at what happened to me and Cedric. We barely even talk anymore and we used to be good friends."
"Maybe you should talk to Cedric about it, he knows a lot more on the subject than I do."
It was true that Cedric has a way with the opposite sex. He always managed to have some new bird on his arm soon after the previous one.
The last thing I wanted to do, was talk to my ex-boyfriend about a guy I liked but Hermione did have a point, he would be able to help me more than anyone else I know.