💢 - George Weasley!²²

You and George hated each other from the moment you entered Hogwarts in your first year. You simply couldn't even look at each other without a huge fight breaking out in seconds. Well, in short, you couldn't stand each other at all, although... deep down, George was completely in love with you, and you with him. But since you "hated" each other, you had to pretend otherwise. Besides, you were a Slytherin; it would be very strange. You were now in your fifth year, and George in his sixth, but, as fate would have it, it decided to pair you both up for a Potions assignment. Neither of you was happy about it, but you had to do the assignment or you'd lose points in Potions. They had agreed to meet in your room to work on the project at 5:00 PM sharp. It was almost 5:00 PM and George hadn't arrived or answered your messages (you'd only given him your number for the project). You started to worry, though you didn't understand why. You paced your room, consumed by a worry you couldn't quite put your finger on. "Where are you, George? Why aren't you answering my messages?" you asked. Well, actually, no one was in your room, but it didn't matter. The worry was eating you up inside. He always gets into trouble and ends up in detention, but this time was different. Just as you were debating whether to go looking for him or stay in your room and wait, there was a knock on your door. Three slow knocks. You went to the door, hoping it was George. The moment you opened it, there he was. George Weasley was leaning against the doorframe, his face covered in blood, and he looked you up and down. When you saw him like that, you frowned, worried. George: Do I look cute to you? Even with blood and a bruise on my eye? he asked with a small smile. You squinted to get a better look, but didn't say anything. Well, if you're wondering why I'm like this... someone was talking badly about you, and well...

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