Chapter 6 : Chapter 6
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“Umbridge,” George muttered to him.
“Umbridge? Oh God I’m sorry mate, did you get a detention?”
“No we got off with a warning but apparently we were too close!” he said, “We were holding hands and everything, I was just about to tell her when toad face showed up!” he sighed.
“How did Hermione react when she showed up?” Fred asked.
“She seemed angry but I dunno I know I was pissed off!” he told him.
“If she was angry she clearly wanted to spend more time with you,” Fred pointed out.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m starting to think it may be possible that she could have feelings for me!” George admitted smiling at the possibility.
“Finally he sees sense! Success at last!” Fred grinned at his twin.
“Oh shut up! You can’t blame me for not being able to imagine it; it’s not exactly a perfect match is it now?” George asked.
“Love is a complicated thing my twin, it works in mysterious ways,” Fred shrugged.
“Seriously Fred, you have to stop going all deep on me it’s really starting to creep me out!” George exclaimed.
“I know but it’s not my fault I’ve just got such a way with words!” Fred sighed dramatically. The two laughed together.
The next day at breakfast George sat opposite Hermione. They each stole secret glances at each other wondering what the other was thinking. Fred wasn’t speaking much either watching the two with an amused expression.
“Well are you two going to speak or what?” Fred asked them unable to hold back a chuckle.
Hermione and George both turned bright red George glaring at his twin and Hermione avoiding eye contact at all costs. After a while in the awkward silence Hermione stood and left without as much as a goodbye.
‘That was it! That was my one chance and George had something important to tell me and then Umbridge showed up! I can’t believe it. And now? Now everything’s gone awkward the unknown and unsaid is going to kill me, I’m sure of it. Oh and to make matters worse I’ve got Defence Against the Dark Arts with that stupid witch in ten minutes. Great. Just great.’ Hermione’s thoughts distracted her as she walked the corridors in silence.
“Hey Hermione,” said Harry as he and Ron walked towards her.
“Hey guys,” she said with a half-hearted smile.
“What’s wrong?” asked Ron he and Harry noticing her mood.
‘What’s wrong?’ she thought, ‘Oh, they have no idea what’s wrong,’ the thought angered her to some extent. How could she tell them? They were boys and she doubted Ron wanted to hear about her feelings for his brother. And it wasn’t like Harry would understand either it was times like these she desperately wanted a close girl friend. There was always Ginny but again did she really want to hear Hermione’s thoughts on her brother? Plus she was a year younger and had her own friends why would she want to hear about Hermione’s problems? So it was settled she’d bottle it all up until one day it exploded!
“Nothing, I’m fine,” she lied unconvincingly.
“If you’re sure,” Harry said not seeming concerned in the slightest as he and Ron shrugged.
Discussion picked up as they walked to class Harry told them more about the dreams he’d been having and again Hermione suggested he speak to someone or at least write to Sirius.
Inside class lessons were boring as usual and everyone was becoming more and more annoyed with their pathetic excuse of a teacher eventually they cracked unable to stand it anymore.
“Professor surely we should practice these spells instead of just reading about them,” Harry said finally.
“Mr. Potter we’ve had this discussion before the Ministry do not see it fit to allow students to be taught dark magic and protective spells when they will never be in a position they need to use them.”
“And who exactly gives a damn what the Ministry thinks of anything?” Harry asked her rising from his chair.
“Shut up and sit down scar head,” Malfoy smirked.
“Nobody was talking to you Malfoy so you best shut up before I shut you up,” Hermione spat at him.
“Oh no is the stupid little mudblood threatening me? I’m so afraid,” Malfoy said mockingly his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Leave her alone,” Ron warned him.
“Weasel protecting his girlfriend?”
“That is quite enough, Miss. Granger, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter if you’re not careful you’ll be in another detention,” Umbridge warned.
“But Professor did you not hear what Malfoy called Hermione?” Ron asked.
“No and if I did not hear it I cannot punish him,” Umbridge said her smile never faltering. “Class dismissed.”
“Finally a teacher who understands a mudbloods’ true place in this school, father always said the Ministry had to fix this school before it was too late,” they heard Malfoy say whilst exiting.
“Shut up ferret, no one cares what you think or about your stupid death eater father!” Harry yelled at him.
“At least my father had enough intelligence and power to survive whilst your pathetic father died because he was weak just like you are Potter,” Malfoy shot back.
“Don’t you dare,” Harry warned him, “My father was a good man how about yours? Oh yeah he follows Voldemort’s every command because he doesn’t have a brain to think for himself!”
“Harry, leave it he’s not worth it,” Hermione begged pulling him away.
“Listen to the mudblood Potter, she knows that if you stick around The Dark Lord won’t be the one to murder you,” Malfoy gave that typical smirk which made Hermione want nothing more than to punch him.
“What did you just call her?” asked George, he, Fred and Lee had just arrived their next lesson going to be with Umbridge.
“If it wasn’t another Weasel,” Draco smirked, “And I called her a mudblood which she should really consider an honour I don’t know why I even waste my time speaking to filth like her.” Draco knew he was winding them all up and was enjoying the looks of anger on every single face.
“Now you listen here you stupid, little, slimy, git,” George said taking a step closer to him and gripping his collar, “You’re going to apologise and after that you’re going to leave them all alone otherwise I promise I will hunt you down and personally make your life a living hell,” George warned tightening his grip.
“Like I’m scared of any of you, three Weasels, a mudblood, scar head and the stupid Quidditch commentator.”
“D’you hear that George? He’s not scared of us, so I suppose we’re wasting our time,” Fred said with a shrug.
“Yeah not scared at all,” George nodded as he and Fred closed in on him they sensed Malfoy tense up as they pulled out their wands.
“Still not scared?”
“Hermione you’re smart what spell d’you recommend we use to teach ferret boy here a lesson?”
“Fine, fine! I’m sorry, now can I go?”
“Yeah, but watch your back,” Fred warned as they moved aside and Malfoy practically ran away.
“Nice one Freddie!” George grinned giving him a high-five as they both laughed.
“Thanks guys,” Hermione smiled hugging them each in turn.
“No problem Hermione,” Fred said.
“Well besides, if you wanted to repay us I have a few overdue homework assignments I could use some help with,” George gave a cheeky grin.
“No you’re not going to learn with me doing all your work,” Hermione told him.
“Hey we’re going to be late to lesson two if we don’t hurry up,” Harry said.
“Alright let’s go, see you later,” she called back as she, Harry and Ron walked away. Hermione was distracted all through Potions all she could think about was how George had stuck up for her, it really had meant a lot but she knew it was just a friendly gesture and that it didn’t really mean anything.
Hermione skipped lunch to do some of her work and she was sat alone in the library when she sensed someone enter. It was strange as no one usually ventured into the secluded corner of the library which was what she liked about it as no one disturbed her. Whoever it was remained silent which made her curious so she raised her head to find no other than George Weasley who was just staring at her, his gentle blue eyes fixed on her.
“George,” she whispered beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he said blushing slightly.
“It’s fine, now what is one of the infamous Weasley Twins doing so deep in a library?” she asked suspiciously.
“Nothing bad I swear, I actually brought you some lunch as I figured you can’t be a little brain box without some energy so here you go,” he grinned laying a tray of food down on the table for her.
“Thanks George, that’s very thoughtful of you,” Hermione smiled at him but then her smile faltered, “What have you done to the food?” she asked suspicious of him.
“What? Nothing I promise,” he said realising that it probably would raise concern if a Weasley Twin offered you something to eat.
She looked at him then to the food warily, “So you haven’t tampered with anything?” she asked him again.
“Yes! I promise to you Hermione this is all out of the goodness of my heart,” George said if he was lying it was very convincing.
“Call me crazy but I believe you,” Hermione smiled at him.
“Thank you,” George grinned as she ate a piece of toast then quickly checked her appearance in the window, making sure her hair was its normal colour and nothing else had been affected.
“I’m offended that you doubt me.”
“Can you blame me? I’ve seen your pranks and I’ve also seen what your products do to first years,” Hermione pointed out.
“Fair enough,” George shrugged.
“Thanks again about that thing earlier with Malfoy,” Hermione said.
“It’s fine, I just hate that people are like that I don’t know what world he’s living in if he’s under the impression he’s better than you.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” Hermione smiled at him.
“It’s the truth,” George smiled back at her.
Hermione took a deep breath, “George, last night you said you wanted to tell me something but then Umbridge came and we had to go, what was it you wanted to say?” Hermione asked suddenly very anxious.
“What I was going to say was that I um I-I...” George was angered as the bell rang signalling the end of lunch interrupting them.
Hermione’s eyes closed as she was flooded with anger, frustration and curiosity she sighed before she spoke, “We should go, I’m sorry we’ll talk soon hopefully,” Hermione said with a sad smile as they left and went their separate ways.
Hermione sighed, ‘Again? Seriously? Why am I so unlucky? I just want to know what he wanted to say I’m just curious. I mean what if he feels the same but he never gets a chance to say? Ugh I swear I’m going to go insane.’
George sighed, ‘Again? Seriously? Why am I so unlucky? I just want her to know I just want to finally get it off my chest. I mean what if she feels the same but because I never tell her so she never tells me either. Then again if I tell her and she rejects me I’ll be devastated. Ugh I swear these possibilities are going to drive me insane!’
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