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A Girl Named Hope: Chapter Twenty-Five: Green and Silver
AN: AU in which Hope was sorted into Slytherin, takes place in Fifth Year
George was only just moving to pull out his wand when a jet of red light flew over his shoulder, connecting with Adrian Pucey, sending him flying backwards to collapse on the ground.
"All bark and no bite," a voice sighed, "gives us all a bad name, really."
George whirled around as the speaker stepped into the light. The loose green and silver tie around her neck indicated which House she belonged to. Dark curtains of hair framed her fair cheeks, making the green of her eyes more prominent.
Hope Potter's face wasn't one to typically forget. It was the one of a girl who had turned a DADA professor to ash by a merest touch, who had gone down into the Chamber of Secrets to retrieve his sister, who had faced off against over one hundred Dementors, and who had undergone the three tasks of the Triwizard Tournament without much help.
Honestly, the girl seemed more goddess than girl, and completely stone cold. George couldn't recall even once that he'd seen her smile...though it was well known of her sharp tongue that grated on even Snape's nerves.
"Potter," he said simply.
"Weasley," she responded coolly in return. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
George actually grinned. "Maybe...maybe not." Was it his imagination, or was there a pale flush adorning her cheeks.
This time, he was sure of it; the corner of her lips had twitched.
"Are you always this insufferable?" she inquired, quirking an eyebrow.
"Oh, definitely," George agreed, bobbing his head, "and then some."
The twitch grew into the slightest of smiles and then she tilted her head back slightly. "Michael," she called into the darkness, and George was surprised at the sound of metal connecting with the stone floor as a suit of armour nearly materialized at her side with a respectfully bowed helmet and an arm extended to her.
"My Lady," the suit of armour intoned in a slightly amused voice.
Hope took the proffered limb before glancing back towards the Weasley. "I'll be seeing you around, Weasley."
"Absolutely," George said without meaning to, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it was worth it to hear the chuckle that escaped her as she turned away.
Damn! Who knew being mysterious could be so sexy?
AN: I might consider doing more from this alternate timeline...tell me what you guys think!