The day had barely awoken when George felt his drool climbing slowly down his face. He whiped his face, only to find the saliva becoming more thick. He grogily opened his eyes to find his hand had some kind of white cream on it. He tried to focus his eyes, his eyebrows growing stern, and the more he looked the more real it had become. He smelt it, and it smelt of some sort of bitter medicine. He whiped it on his bed spread, then shook his head. He suddenly felt his hand and face feeling strangely tingly. A warming sensation grew, and he smiled lightly. He put some more on, and felt as though his face was so handsome. Suddenly, his face started to itch rapidly, and he started itching more and more rapidly. It was so bothersome, he cursed under his breath and looked for something sharp. Suddenly the itching had stopped, and he sighed in relief. Suddenly Fred popped up perkily, as if he had been awake the whole time.
"Highly affective! Amazing! I think I need to lower the dose though, you've got a face as red as a lobster." said Fred enthusiastically. George rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his blonde-red hair. He never stops working, does he, George thought to himself, shaking his head shamefully. He got dressed into his robes, and headed downstairs along with Fred to welcome the new weekend with slightly open arms....
They approached Lee Jordan, and Fred had already started chattering away. George just kept to himself quietly, not in the mood for such chatter, for once in his life. They all sat down close to Fred and George's brother, Ron. They started grabbing random food and eating it, George well concentrated on playing with his hashbrowns. Just then, Fred elbows George and scans someone with his blue eyes in much satisfaction. As soon as George saw her, his heart skipped a beat. It was a seventh year with long, brown wavy hair, and an angelic, honest face smiling as she spoke to Parvati Patil, smiling warmingly. Fred just looked at her like she was a peice of meat, but George knew she had to be something more... Something extravagent.
Fred got up hastily and pathetically puffed his chest up like it was his ticket to a date. He started talking to her, telling jokes, introducing himself, and mostly showing off. She seemed to be buying his load of bull. It was amazing, the first person to really buy into his three steps to a mating revolution. First start with a cheezy pickup line, ask about her and act like you're really interested, then tell about a million tacky jokes. George sighed disappointingly and continued with his breakfast. He set his fork down, his appetite finally resting. He looked up, realising that only Herimione remained. Lee, Harry and Ron had joined Fred with trying to win over the new girl.
"Really pathetic, isn't it? I don't expect you to give sympathy, I bet you'd be up there in a second if you chose, it's just that they aren't aware of the other hundreds of girls just as pretty as her in this school." says Herimione, shaking her head while she drinks her pumpkin juice. But she didn't understand, they weren't as pretty. She wasn't even pretty, the new girl was astoundingly beautiful. He just simply nodded his head, then followed her by taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"I think you're better then that, begging for a date. You aren't so shallow, George. I know it seems like you two are so alike, but I know that the fact is, you guys are so differant." Herimione says. George looks at her impressingly for her observation. However, he didn't know why she WAS so observant... Even more then his own parents.
***
A week had past, and the more time had past, the more Fred became closer to the new girl known as Mandy Brocklehurst. Because they had had been so close, George had some time to himself, without such dedication to his joke shop frenzy. He learned when he applied himself, he could do potions with just the swiff of his wand. Also, him and Herimione had really bonded. But the more that Fred spent time with Mandy, the more George became fond of her, and jealous of Fred. It was just a mild annoyance, really. Well, until one day in early December...
Herimione went down to the Library by herself, and George was about to go down to ask her about a Transfiguration problem. He walked down the many aisles of books, then finally obtained his goal... However, after seeing her, he wished he hadn't found her. She was flipping through a book, while speaking to none other than Mandy herself.
"So... Did you happen to find yourself a date to the Yule Ball yet?" asks Mandy to Herimione. She nodded her head, a light blush on her face.
"It's this Drumstrang Quidditch player, Viktor. He's so level headed and he has so much depth. Plus, his appearence isn't hideous either." says Herimione, smiling widely. "How about you? I suspect Fred would've by now..."
"Yeah he did. I might go without a date though, rather then go with someone. I mean, he's nice and all, extremely attractive, funny... It's just that it has been only a week and I hardly know him enough to go to something like that, you know?" asks Mandy. Herimione nods, shutting the book she was flipping through and putting it back on the shelf. She suddenly grew silent, and peaked through the bookshelf to the next aisle, where George was at. He quickly picked up a random book, The Lockhart Consipracy by Rita Skeeter, and opened it to block his face. He didn't have to see them, he still had hearing...
"Well... I mean..." Herimione says with slight hesitance. "What about George? What's so special about Fred? George's so much more... well... mature."
"I know, but he always keeps to himself. It's like he's hiding himself from the world, he's like Fred's stunt double, he may do all the stunts but he isn't doing the acting." says Mandy, while picking up another book. George had heard quite enough. He put the book back and walked off... It was really hardly worth knowing the truth... But why was HE the stunt double? Was it so bad that he was so much less shallow? And did he really just keep to himself as she says? He had to get some sleep because all of those damn questions made him emotionally drained...
***
A couple of days later, George sat with Herimione in an empty classroom late in the evening. Herimione had been tutoring George with his Transfiguration since he fell much more behind the last couple of days. She was teaching him how to turn his wallet into a toad, and a toad into his wallet. It was an early tradition a long time ago to turn a prince's crown into a toad on Thanksgiving as symbolism, but the spell had simply turned into a valuable pocession protection spell. Each time he tried, the wallet had simply turned into a frog-hide wallet with webbed feet, nothing more.
"Try and concentrate, George! It isn't that hard!" Herimione said frustratingly. George had become very irritated with his wallet, and the more he wanted it, the more it seemed to to get away from his clutches.
"I am concentrating!" he says in denial, Herimione shaking her head stubbornly.
"No, George, you're not. What's wrong? There's usually an emotional problem when you can't preform such a simple Transfiguration spell. I read it in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade three. Now tell me or you'll go back to being a flunky Fred-clone." she says harshly. George looked at her afterwards with a very insulted look on his face.
"No, I won't be, because I keep to myself! I'm not as shallow as Fred, remember? I'm not as hansome or funny!" he says, yelling lightly. The librarian attempted a hush, but it came out a hiss rather then a sign of quiet. He got the clue, all the same. "Look, I heard you and Mandy talking in the library a couple of days ago about me and Fred." he says admittingly. Her eyes whiden as she starts stacking her books to pick them up.
"W- Where..." he can only manage to say... She bites her lip, her face bright red, almost as red as his face a week ago when Fred had pulled off the prank with the itching cream. There had to be something more that Herimione or Mandy said after he had left. If only he could stand to listen to Mandy brag about Fred. Did this make him self-consious, or even shallow? He didn't know, but either way, he would have assumed she'd given an apology, and that was obvious that one of them said something more... Hee felt suddenly sleepy again, and felt the new questions popping into his head, as well as the old ones...
***
George got up the next day grogily, rubbing his face with his hands to wake himself up. He sighs and looks around, seeing everyone except him asleep. He plops back into his bed, and tries to fall asleep, but instead, thoughts start popping into his mind. Not only thoughts, but even worse... questions. But this time, he thought them more clearly. Such as why had Herimione known him so much when they barely talked? She saw him in this whole other light compared to everyone else, it was just peculiar. And why was George setting himself back lately? He seemed so normal before, he was just Fred's same person. But maybe he was tired of being Fred's clone. And why had Mandy become such a big impact on his life? He had never wished for something so much in his entire life... And what was with Herimione stalking off yesterday?
He stopped himself, and got up out of his bed restlessly, as quiet as he could so he wouldn't wake anyone. He looked out at the window sadly, watching the dark sky, realising how early it was. It was probably around three o'clock in the morning, and light rain surrounded the Forbidden Forest and Hagrid's hut, which was the only thing George could see through the window. He sighed and started getting dressed. He couldn't go down to the great hall because no one was awake, and he'd probably get in trouble, so he started walking downstairs to the common room. But as he walked, he could hear mornful sobbing. He quietly walked over to see who it was, and it was none other then Herimione.
He quietly started walking closer to check himself, it was very early after all, but accidently kicked a Bertie's Botts Every Flavor Bean. She whipped her head around, and as soon as she saw George, she started whiping her tears. She looked at him with a fake smile, but it soon faded and she begun sobbing once again. George walked over to sit next to her on the couch, the fire already lit.
"Look Herimione, I didn't hear anything after what you said about me and Fred, I left afterwards. And that was all I heard. I promise." he says, and she nodds lightly, her artificial smile turning into a sincere light grin. "But... if there's something you need to tell me-"
"No, George. It was just private stuff I thought you'd tell someone who I didn't want to know..." she says quietly, whiping her eyes once again. He looked at her sympathetically, and there was awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Look, if it was something that was private, I wouldn't have said anything if I knew it was wrong." said George, and she smiled gratefully, nodding.
"Thank you. I should probably tell you anyways. He is your brother and-"
"No more about Fred, I think you know I've heard enough." George said defensively, interrupting Herimione.
"No, no it isn't about Fred. It's about Ron... I... sort of like him and he's being so clueless and heartless, treating me like some sort of... well... geek." she says, her eyes looking sad. "I told Mandy that day that I'd like him if he weren't so heartless about his words, and I thought you'd tell him. I even went through what you'd say to him when I couldn't sleep." she says admittingly, and he just nods sympathetically.
"Well if it helps you, he's a total git if he doesn't realise it, it's pretty damn obvious. You didn't have to worry not only about me telling him, but everyone who cares about you because those who do take the time to notice that you fancy him." Geroge says, and she laughs lightly.
"Thanks, George. You know, you've become a real good friend..." she says, then gives him a huge hug. The thing is, he expected to let go a lot sooner then she did...
***
The morning rose, and Herimione and George pretended like nothing had happened that morning, only their friendship felt a lot stronger. George explained how he felt about Mandy, and Herimione nodded in complete understanding. They ate together, instead of them eating with their usual people because she knew that they both needed time away from their crushes a while. But it was a bad thing, because if they had, the following events would've happened a little sooner, and it would've gotten over with...
Fred stalked over proudly, and patted George's back, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Hello George, brother-ole-pal. Your twin has got himself a date to the Yule. Mandy said yes just thing morning." he said, then started going on about how they've become so close and how things were going so great.
"Shut up Fred, you ignorant git before I shove a muffin up your nose." snaps George, then stalks off... The only problem was, he didn't know where to go...
(Well, that's about it for the first chapter, believe me, more questions still remain (damn all these questions^^') and a lot more is still to come. Please leave me some reviews! This is my first Fan Fic chapter, so be nice!)
"Highly affective! Amazing! I think I need to lower the dose though, you've got a face as red as a lobster." said Fred enthusiastically. George rolled his eyes, running his fingers through his blonde-red hair. He never stops working, does he, George thought to himself, shaking his head shamefully. He got dressed into his robes, and headed downstairs along with Fred to welcome the new weekend with slightly open arms....
They approached Lee Jordan, and Fred had already started chattering away. George just kept to himself quietly, not in the mood for such chatter, for once in his life. They all sat down close to Fred and George's brother, Ron. They started grabbing random food and eating it, George well concentrated on playing with his hashbrowns. Just then, Fred elbows George and scans someone with his blue eyes in much satisfaction. As soon as George saw her, his heart skipped a beat. It was a seventh year with long, brown wavy hair, and an angelic, honest face smiling as she spoke to Parvati Patil, smiling warmingly. Fred just looked at her like she was a peice of meat, but George knew she had to be something more... Something extravagent.
Fred got up hastily and pathetically puffed his chest up like it was his ticket to a date. He started talking to her, telling jokes, introducing himself, and mostly showing off. She seemed to be buying his load of bull. It was amazing, the first person to really buy into his three steps to a mating revolution. First start with a cheezy pickup line, ask about her and act like you're really interested, then tell about a million tacky jokes. George sighed disappointingly and continued with his breakfast. He set his fork down, his appetite finally resting. He looked up, realising that only Herimione remained. Lee, Harry and Ron had joined Fred with trying to win over the new girl.
"Really pathetic, isn't it? I don't expect you to give sympathy, I bet you'd be up there in a second if you chose, it's just that they aren't aware of the other hundreds of girls just as pretty as her in this school." says Herimione, shaking her head while she drinks her pumpkin juice. But she didn't understand, they weren't as pretty. She wasn't even pretty, the new girl was astoundingly beautiful. He just simply nodded his head, then followed her by taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
"I think you're better then that, begging for a date. You aren't so shallow, George. I know it seems like you two are so alike, but I know that the fact is, you guys are so differant." Herimione says. George looks at her impressingly for her observation. However, he didn't know why she WAS so observant... Even more then his own parents.
***
A week had past, and the more time had past, the more Fred became closer to the new girl known as Mandy Brocklehurst. Because they had had been so close, George had some time to himself, without such dedication to his joke shop frenzy. He learned when he applied himself, he could do potions with just the swiff of his wand. Also, him and Herimione had really bonded. But the more that Fred spent time with Mandy, the more George became fond of her, and jealous of Fred. It was just a mild annoyance, really. Well, until one day in early December...
Herimione went down to the Library by herself, and George was about to go down to ask her about a Transfiguration problem. He walked down the many aisles of books, then finally obtained his goal... However, after seeing her, he wished he hadn't found her. She was flipping through a book, while speaking to none other than Mandy herself.
"So... Did you happen to find yourself a date to the Yule Ball yet?" asks Mandy to Herimione. She nodded her head, a light blush on her face.
"It's this Drumstrang Quidditch player, Viktor. He's so level headed and he has so much depth. Plus, his appearence isn't hideous either." says Herimione, smiling widely. "How about you? I suspect Fred would've by now..."
"Yeah he did. I might go without a date though, rather then go with someone. I mean, he's nice and all, extremely attractive, funny... It's just that it has been only a week and I hardly know him enough to go to something like that, you know?" asks Mandy. Herimione nods, shutting the book she was flipping through and putting it back on the shelf. She suddenly grew silent, and peaked through the bookshelf to the next aisle, where George was at. He quickly picked up a random book, The Lockhart Consipracy by Rita Skeeter, and opened it to block his face. He didn't have to see them, he still had hearing...
"Well... I mean..." Herimione says with slight hesitance. "What about George? What's so special about Fred? George's so much more... well... mature."
"I know, but he always keeps to himself. It's like he's hiding himself from the world, he's like Fred's stunt double, he may do all the stunts but he isn't doing the acting." says Mandy, while picking up another book. George had heard quite enough. He put the book back and walked off... It was really hardly worth knowing the truth... But why was HE the stunt double? Was it so bad that he was so much less shallow? And did he really just keep to himself as she says? He had to get some sleep because all of those damn questions made him emotionally drained...
***
A couple of days later, George sat with Herimione in an empty classroom late in the evening. Herimione had been tutoring George with his Transfiguration since he fell much more behind the last couple of days. She was teaching him how to turn his wallet into a toad, and a toad into his wallet. It was an early tradition a long time ago to turn a prince's crown into a toad on Thanksgiving as symbolism, but the spell had simply turned into a valuable pocession protection spell. Each time he tried, the wallet had simply turned into a frog-hide wallet with webbed feet, nothing more.
"Try and concentrate, George! It isn't that hard!" Herimione said frustratingly. George had become very irritated with his wallet, and the more he wanted it, the more it seemed to to get away from his clutches.
"I am concentrating!" he says in denial, Herimione shaking her head stubbornly.
"No, George, you're not. What's wrong? There's usually an emotional problem when you can't preform such a simple Transfiguration spell. I read it in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade three. Now tell me or you'll go back to being a flunky Fred-clone." she says harshly. George looked at her afterwards with a very insulted look on his face.
"No, I won't be, because I keep to myself! I'm not as shallow as Fred, remember? I'm not as hansome or funny!" he says, yelling lightly. The librarian attempted a hush, but it came out a hiss rather then a sign of quiet. He got the clue, all the same. "Look, I heard you and Mandy talking in the library a couple of days ago about me and Fred." he says admittingly. Her eyes whiden as she starts stacking her books to pick them up.
"W- Where..." he can only manage to say... She bites her lip, her face bright red, almost as red as his face a week ago when Fred had pulled off the prank with the itching cream. There had to be something more that Herimione or Mandy said after he had left. If only he could stand to listen to Mandy brag about Fred. Did this make him self-consious, or even shallow? He didn't know, but either way, he would have assumed she'd given an apology, and that was obvious that one of them said something more... Hee felt suddenly sleepy again, and felt the new questions popping into his head, as well as the old ones...
***
George got up the next day grogily, rubbing his face with his hands to wake himself up. He sighs and looks around, seeing everyone except him asleep. He plops back into his bed, and tries to fall asleep, but instead, thoughts start popping into his mind. Not only thoughts, but even worse... questions. But this time, he thought them more clearly. Such as why had Herimione known him so much when they barely talked? She saw him in this whole other light compared to everyone else, it was just peculiar. And why was George setting himself back lately? He seemed so normal before, he was just Fred's same person. But maybe he was tired of being Fred's clone. And why had Mandy become such a big impact on his life? He had never wished for something so much in his entire life... And what was with Herimione stalking off yesterday?
He stopped himself, and got up out of his bed restlessly, as quiet as he could so he wouldn't wake anyone. He looked out at the window sadly, watching the dark sky, realising how early it was. It was probably around three o'clock in the morning, and light rain surrounded the Forbidden Forest and Hagrid's hut, which was the only thing George could see through the window. He sighed and started getting dressed. He couldn't go down to the great hall because no one was awake, and he'd probably get in trouble, so he started walking downstairs to the common room. But as he walked, he could hear mornful sobbing. He quietly walked over to see who it was, and it was none other then Herimione.
He quietly started walking closer to check himself, it was very early after all, but accidently kicked a Bertie's Botts Every Flavor Bean. She whipped her head around, and as soon as she saw George, she started whiping her tears. She looked at him with a fake smile, but it soon faded and she begun sobbing once again. George walked over to sit next to her on the couch, the fire already lit.
"Look Herimione, I didn't hear anything after what you said about me and Fred, I left afterwards. And that was all I heard. I promise." he says, and she nodds lightly, her artificial smile turning into a sincere light grin. "But... if there's something you need to tell me-"
"No, George. It was just private stuff I thought you'd tell someone who I didn't want to know..." she says quietly, whiping her eyes once again. He looked at her sympathetically, and there was awkward silence for a few seconds.
"Look, if it was something that was private, I wouldn't have said anything if I knew it was wrong." said George, and she smiled gratefully, nodding.
"Thank you. I should probably tell you anyways. He is your brother and-"
"No more about Fred, I think you know I've heard enough." George said defensively, interrupting Herimione.
"No, no it isn't about Fred. It's about Ron... I... sort of like him and he's being so clueless and heartless, treating me like some sort of... well... geek." she says, her eyes looking sad. "I told Mandy that day that I'd like him if he weren't so heartless about his words, and I thought you'd tell him. I even went through what you'd say to him when I couldn't sleep." she says admittingly, and he just nods sympathetically.
"Well if it helps you, he's a total git if he doesn't realise it, it's pretty damn obvious. You didn't have to worry not only about me telling him, but everyone who cares about you because those who do take the time to notice that you fancy him." Geroge says, and she laughs lightly.
"Thanks, George. You know, you've become a real good friend..." she says, then gives him a huge hug. The thing is, he expected to let go a lot sooner then she did...
***
The morning rose, and Herimione and George pretended like nothing had happened that morning, only their friendship felt a lot stronger. George explained how he felt about Mandy, and Herimione nodded in complete understanding. They ate together, instead of them eating with their usual people because she knew that they both needed time away from their crushes a while. But it was a bad thing, because if they had, the following events would've happened a little sooner, and it would've gotten over with...
Fred stalked over proudly, and patted George's back, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Hello George, brother-ole-pal. Your twin has got himself a date to the Yule. Mandy said yes just thing morning." he said, then started going on about how they've become so close and how things were going so great.
"Shut up Fred, you ignorant git before I shove a muffin up your nose." snaps George, then stalks off... The only problem was, he didn't know where to go...
(Well, that's about it for the first chapter, believe me, more questions still remain (damn all these questions^^') and a lot more is still to come. Please leave me some reviews! This is my first Fan Fic chapter, so be nice!)