George sat next to the school lake, the rain atmosphere letting his tears fall without any worry. He stared at the lake, feeling his shoulders extremely tense. It wasn't that he was sad, but more pushed to the edge. Fred and George had always been so alike, was it so bad that he was growing his own mind? He sighs heavily, letting his sorrows flow away as he exhaled. He eventually had to go in for class, but he just sat there, not able to move his legs. After a while he got up after the tears were shed, then went to pick up his books to take classes. Herimione tried to talk to him, but he just shrugged her off. He had to be numb, pretend he wasn't there or else someone would see him wrecked down by his own brother and he wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
After all of the classes where he was focusing too hard on his school work, he plopped on the common room couch and dirfted off to sleep, not even able to wait to take off his robes and go into the boys dormitories. He could feel Herimione stroke his hair when he was asleep, even in his dreams. He felt her warm sympathy, almost as if she was saying that it would be okay. The strange thing was afterwards, his dreams felt more peaceful...
The next morning, he got up reluctantly, the day seeming less bleak with the sunnier weather. He doubtd that it symbolized the rest of his day, but it did make him feel better. He got dressed into his robes, and started down to the Great Hall, but while walking down to the common room, he ran into Fred. He was about to say sorry, but Fred interuppted him.
"Don't even start apologising, let's go talk." says Fred, and they walked down all the way to the common room and sat down. George awkwardly looks at the ground, feeling his shoulders tense up. He fiddled with his cloak, trying desperately not to look up at Fred even though he felt his painfully concerned stare.
"So... you like Mandy...." says Fred, George afterwards shaking his head. Fred looked at him confusingly, then George sighs.
"Well, I guess so... I mean I don't know her that well... She's just something that you can have and I can't, you know? I guess I'm just sick of being the Fred copy..." says George, Fred nodding.
"Well I have no idea why." he jokes. "But I think that you should be growing your own mind, because you picked the worst sort to copy."
George realised he was actually smirking, which was strange for him lately. He sighed with relief, leaning his head back. But Fred wouldn't stop there...
"So what's with you and Herimione? I mean, I saw her giving you a lurve stroke last night. You fancy her?" asks Fred bluntly. This question was a slap in the face for realization, because he hadn't thought of fancying Herimione. There wasn't a reason not to, she was a cool person to hang out with and she was the only person who could always make him smile no matter what....
"Yeah, I guess..." says George, Fred smirking. "Half of the Weasley population does now I guess.." jokes George.
"You should really ask her to the Yule Ball, that'd get Ron really going..." Jokes Fred, but George nods as if to take it seriously...
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"Hey George, I heard you worked things out with Fred!" says Herimione early morning during the weekend, the bleak weather not lowering Herimone's mood.
"Yeah. Who told you? I didn't think anyone was listening..." said George, wondering if she had heard what they talked about afterwards... about Herimione...
"Harry couldn't sleep with Neville's snoring, so he decided to get up really early n' go down to the common room n' start a fire, but he stopped walking the spiral staircase when he heard people talking, you guys." she explains as they walked down to the Great Hall through the many changing stairs.
"Oh... he didn't say anything else did he?" asks George nervously, biting his lip as he puts his hands in his pocket.
"Not really, except that Fred was really cool about it." she says, looking at him, smiling. "I'm glad you guys worked things out..."
"That's cool..." he says, afterwards feeling an awkward silence. "So... have you got a date to the Yule Ball?" he asks quietly.
"Viktor Krum from Drumstrang. I haven't really answered, Ron seems disturbed about it, says that it's dating the enemy." she says, shaking her head. George started to say something, to ask her if she wanted to go with himself, but he then realised something. If Ron was going to be upset about Viktor, he'd sure be upset about his own brother asking Herimione. But then again, Ron had been really ignorant and not really seeing that Herimione liked him. George deserved her, he had been a really good friend to her, vice versa. And Ron? Ron had made her cry so many times through third year, they went through so many fights, and the first year, Ron had been a real jerk at first, before the troll attacked her.
"So... how about you?" she asks quietly, looking down at her feet as she walked. They approached the Great Hall, walking over to the Gryffindor table.
"Not really, got over Mandy just a while ago, remember? I do have my eyes on someone, though..." he says, smirking as they sat down together. He noticed that barely anyone was awake except them.
"Oh..." she says, almost sounding disappointed. "Well, that's good you're moving on..."
"Yeah I reckon. You're a great girl too." he says lightly, feeling his ears and cheeks burn, praying to god that he wasn't red.
"P- Pardon?" she says, looking confused, a light smile curled on her face.
"That someone's you..." he says quietly, afterwards watching her face turn red, another awkward silence arising. "And since you haven't said anything to Viktor yet, just know that you have a second choice." he says lightly, then gets up and walks to class. He could feel himself skipping after out of sight. He finally had gotten it over with. But what was Ron going to say? What about Viktor? Would she even say yes? Viktor was huge, and he might get beaten up. Crud, he had just woken up and again with the questions and him being tired...
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iAuthor Note: Okay, this chapter sucks, I will be making a major edit tomorow, so don't wig out yall:D I'll probably be done with this story by the end of the week, and I have a new one I'm writing for fun about Malfoy n' Cho Chang... So look out for that. Please leave some reviews on the 1st chapter while I fix this one up!/i
After all of the classes where he was focusing too hard on his school work, he plopped on the common room couch and dirfted off to sleep, not even able to wait to take off his robes and go into the boys dormitories. He could feel Herimione stroke his hair when he was asleep, even in his dreams. He felt her warm sympathy, almost as if she was saying that it would be okay. The strange thing was afterwards, his dreams felt more peaceful...
The next morning, he got up reluctantly, the day seeming less bleak with the sunnier weather. He doubtd that it symbolized the rest of his day, but it did make him feel better. He got dressed into his robes, and started down to the Great Hall, but while walking down to the common room, he ran into Fred. He was about to say sorry, but Fred interuppted him.
"Don't even start apologising, let's go talk." says Fred, and they walked down all the way to the common room and sat down. George awkwardly looks at the ground, feeling his shoulders tense up. He fiddled with his cloak, trying desperately not to look up at Fred even though he felt his painfully concerned stare.
"So... you like Mandy...." says Fred, George afterwards shaking his head. Fred looked at him confusingly, then George sighs.
"Well, I guess so... I mean I don't know her that well... She's just something that you can have and I can't, you know? I guess I'm just sick of being the Fred copy..." says George, Fred nodding.
"Well I have no idea why." he jokes. "But I think that you should be growing your own mind, because you picked the worst sort to copy."
George realised he was actually smirking, which was strange for him lately. He sighed with relief, leaning his head back. But Fred wouldn't stop there...
"So what's with you and Herimione? I mean, I saw her giving you a lurve stroke last night. You fancy her?" asks Fred bluntly. This question was a slap in the face for realization, because he hadn't thought of fancying Herimione. There wasn't a reason not to, she was a cool person to hang out with and she was the only person who could always make him smile no matter what....
"Yeah, I guess..." says George, Fred smirking. "Half of the Weasley population does now I guess.." jokes George.
"You should really ask her to the Yule Ball, that'd get Ron really going..." Jokes Fred, but George nods as if to take it seriously...
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"Hey George, I heard you worked things out with Fred!" says Herimione early morning during the weekend, the bleak weather not lowering Herimone's mood.
"Yeah. Who told you? I didn't think anyone was listening..." said George, wondering if she had heard what they talked about afterwards... about Herimione...
"Harry couldn't sleep with Neville's snoring, so he decided to get up really early n' go down to the common room n' start a fire, but he stopped walking the spiral staircase when he heard people talking, you guys." she explains as they walked down to the Great Hall through the many changing stairs.
"Oh... he didn't say anything else did he?" asks George nervously, biting his lip as he puts his hands in his pocket.
"Not really, except that Fred was really cool about it." she says, looking at him, smiling. "I'm glad you guys worked things out..."
"That's cool..." he says, afterwards feeling an awkward silence. "So... have you got a date to the Yule Ball?" he asks quietly.
"Viktor Krum from Drumstrang. I haven't really answered, Ron seems disturbed about it, says that it's dating the enemy." she says, shaking her head. George started to say something, to ask her if she wanted to go with himself, but he then realised something. If Ron was going to be upset about Viktor, he'd sure be upset about his own brother asking Herimione. But then again, Ron had been really ignorant and not really seeing that Herimione liked him. George deserved her, he had been a really good friend to her, vice versa. And Ron? Ron had made her cry so many times through third year, they went through so many fights, and the first year, Ron had been a real jerk at first, before the troll attacked her.
"So... how about you?" she asks quietly, looking down at her feet as she walked. They approached the Great Hall, walking over to the Gryffindor table.
"Not really, got over Mandy just a while ago, remember? I do have my eyes on someone, though..." he says, smirking as they sat down together. He noticed that barely anyone was awake except them.
"Oh..." she says, almost sounding disappointed. "Well, that's good you're moving on..."
"Yeah I reckon. You're a great girl too." he says lightly, feeling his ears and cheeks burn, praying to god that he wasn't red.
"P- Pardon?" she says, looking confused, a light smile curled on her face.
"That someone's you..." he says quietly, afterwards watching her face turn red, another awkward silence arising. "And since you haven't said anything to Viktor yet, just know that you have a second choice." he says lightly, then gets up and walks to class. He could feel himself skipping after out of sight. He finally had gotten it over with. But what was Ron going to say? What about Viktor? Would she even say yes? Viktor was huge, and he might get beaten up. Crud, he had just woken up and again with the questions and him being tired...
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iAuthor Note: Okay, this chapter sucks, I will be making a major edit tomorow, so don't wig out yall:D I'll probably be done with this story by the end of the week, and I have a new one I'm writing for fun about Malfoy n' Cho Chang... So look out for that. Please leave some reviews on the 1st chapter while I fix this one up!/i