Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter. But does this really surprise anyone?
A/N: Ok, so I'm updating again! Sorry it took so freaking long! But what can I say? I was caught up in life, and had no choice but to go along with it.... but enough. Here is the chapter 3 I know you were all so dying to read! hehe
"George." I simply stated while keeping my eyes glued to the parchment in front of me.
"Laney," George said, "So is all that, you know what happened in 4th year and all, is that the reason why you hate me?"
I wasn't expecting this at all. This blunt, get straight to the point question. Ravenclaws have a lot more tact than that. I made the mistake of looking in his eyes, and I definitely wasn't expecting to see what I saw there either. They had a softness to them, a look of caring... who knew his eyes were so green? No stop Laney! I hate him, remember? But did I hate him...
"George, I don't hate you..." I began to say.
"Ha! I knew it! No one could hate me!" George exclaimed.
Ohhhhh, he knew it huh? That little egoistical stupid red head!
I gave him a smirk of my own and then said, "You're right George. I don't hate you. I don't hate anyone. It's just such a waste of energy. I do, however, strongly dislike you. In all honestly, I'd rather be partners with anyone else, even ugh Flint! But sadly, I don't have that choice. You obviously don't take your grades very seriously, but I do. All I ask is that you at least try to be helpful for this assignment and maybe we can both get through this alive. Do we have an agreement?"
George's eyes widened at this, but he didn't say anything.
"I'll take that as a yes then," I said as I rolled my eyes. "I say we meet in the library tomorrow and get this assignment over with then. How about around 7:00? Oh wait.... you do know how to tell time right?" I finished saying as I gave him a questioning look.
"Oh ha-ha. Yes, I know how to tell time." George finally said, shooting me a glare and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, I just thought I'd ask... you never show up on time to anything, especially class. And sometimes you never show up at all. I've always wondered if it was because you were being rebellious or something, or if in fact, neither you or your brother knew how to tell time and were just too ashamed to admit it. Sometimes its all about asking the right questions." I explained.
I mean honestly, I was joking. Being sarcastic is another thing I am good at. I don't have many talents, but I'd say making up excuses, being sarcastic, hula-hooping, and peeling off labels were definitely the most useful. And for all I knew George really didn't know how to tell time, he didn't exactly seem to have all his marbles in one bag if you know what I mean.
"Could you be anymore fascinating?" George replied while looking me over.
What was that supposed to mean? I was being fascinating? I was trying to be insulting... and ugh would he please stop looking at me!
I momentarily faltered, but soon recovered by rolling my eyes and saying,
"Whatever."
A bit childish I admit, but hey, it works with my parents all the time.
"Aw, obviously you can be. What does this 'whatever' mean? Enlighten me." George said while tucking his hand under his chin and giving me a quizzical look.
I widened my eyes. What does whatever mean? I've never been asked that before! And ugh he still hasn't stopped starring at me!
"Whatever... it means... whatever you want it to mean." I lamely replied while gazing around the classroom. I glanced over at Amber. She returned my look and gave me a small smile while shaking her head at me. I smiled back at her, and then hesitantly glanced back at George, who was still starring at me, but was also surprisingly smiling softly at me now.
I just didn't know about this boy, and that scared and exhilarated me at the same time.
"Alright, class is almost over, so will 7:00 tomorrow work?" I asked.
"Okay." George replied.
"Okay, you'll be there? You promise?" I asked him.
"I'll be there. I promise." George said meeting my eyes.
"You'll be there this time? You swear?" I asked him once more.
"Lanes! I'll be there! I swear! What, you don't trust me?" George exclaimed at me
"George. I trust you about as far as I can throw you. Which um, isn't far." I replied sarcastically back while looking him over.
"Oh Lanes, ouch!" George said while putting his hand over his heart. "Are you calling me... gasp... fat!"
Oh he was funny alright. Hilarious.
"Dear brother, who dares call you fat?" Fred asked suddenly walking over and putting his hand on his shoulder.
"She does!" George said pointing at me. "The horrible, but yet undeniably beautiful lady! But oh, good news Fred- she doesn't hate me. Just strongly dislike me. That's a start eh." George said while winking at me.
Beautiful? I was... beautiful? But horrible too. Who knew.
"Oh puh-leese. Don't kid yourself. There isn't and never will be a start to us. Now if you excuse me, class has ended. I'll see you tomorrow George. And you better be there." I stated while gathering up my stuff and walking away.
"Oh don't worry Lanes," George said tilting back in his chair and watching me walk away, "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
A/N: Alright so there you go! Not as much fighting as I wanted, but Laney isn't a fighter. I was going for a flirty, playful vibe for this chapter. Hope you all liked it, I'm not for sure how much I do. But oh well. In the next chapter they will finally be out of the classroom! Review and let me know what you thought!
