The Girl Who Was A Secret - George Weasley

Chapter 5

Sarah's POV

It's been about a month. Mel and I became best friends. I joined the quidditch team and made the position Chaser as well, not that there would be a lot of people watching since the Triwizard Championship was being hosted at Hogwarts this year.

The Triwizard tournament was all anyone had been talking about recently, and while I could admit it was an exciting year for Hogwarts with the Yule Ball too, I couldn't help but get tired of everyone's eagerness – even those too young to participate.

I sat with Mel and Hermione, completing work, and simultaneously watching as students in their sixth (who were seventeen already) and seventh year entered their names into the goblet, each time admiring the flicker of the sapphire blue flame.

"Isn't he dreamy?" Hermione comments, gazing at Cedric Diggory who has just placed his name into the Goblet, receiving a warm welcome from the inferno, indicating acceptance. Mel rolls her eyes at the thought of anyone calling her brother dreamy.

"I guess," I say, looking up towards Harry, noticing he has the exact same grin on his face as myself. We both knew exactly what Hermione was trying to do and by the looks of Ron it had worked.

I understood why all the girls would swoon over the older, prince charming-like Cedric, but I was thinking about someone else.

Suddenly the room was filled with clapping and cheering as if Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup.

"YESSS!" I heard the raspy laughs of what could only be George and Fred, running into the hall with a test tube each. The way the light hit George's red hair as he runs towards the goblet had caught me in a trance. His hazel eyes, his bright smile and pale complexion... It was all I could really focus on.

It had been like this for the last two weeks, I started seeing him in a different way. Which would be crazy considering I only met him about two months ago.

Suddenly I was met with a hand being waved across my face which disrupted my line of sight and snapped me back into reality.

"What on earth has gotten into you?" Hermione asked, with a puzzled expression on her face.

"Uhm, nothing just tired," I reply in an attempt to draw as little attention as possible to what was actually distracting me.

I hadn't talked about what I was feeling to anyone except Mel, who had recently been having the same thing with Fred. She however knew she had a crush on the twin and by the looks of it, he had those feelings too.

"Well lads, we've done it," George announces to the crowd. As soon as I heard his voice, I couldn't help but swoon at the sound, gaining another weird look from Hermione.

"Cooked it up just this morning," his twin continued.

"It's not going to work" Hermione sings, in a rather condescending manner.

Before I knew it, I was inches away from George, who had accompanied his brother in lowering himself to Mel, Hermione and my level.

"Oh yeah?" Fred asked, patronisingly back whilst leaning an arm on Mel's shoulder. She wasn't sure what to do in that moment other than freeze and try not to make any eye contact. I could see her palms get sweatier by the second and her breathing start to increase at a stupidly rapid rate.

"And why's that Granger?" George then asked, with sole focus on beating Hermione in this sort of battle of 'who's right'. He did the same thing as Fred and put his arm on my shoulder.

Strangely I thought I could feel George's eyes, looking me up and down, which only caused my body to tense up.

I zoned out completely, not hearing a thing Hermione said, only being able to pay attention to the arm that rested on my shoulder and the lips that were inches away from my face.

"Ah but that's why it's so brilliant," Fred said, this time I had gained some confidence and looked at his twin. He gave me a smile.

"Because it's so pathetically dim-witted," George over emphasised in Hermione's scolding face, causing me to giggle like a schoolgirl.

Merlin, how pathetically dim-witted of me.

Fred and George looked at each other before rising to their naturally giant-like height in high spirits of just winning an argument against Hermione Granger.

Whilst putting a thumb over the test tubes to shake them I couldn't help but kind of worry about George. It was such a strange feeling, I knew how much of a prankster both him and his twin were, but the potion was dangerous, and not nearly as dangerous as the tournament itself.

"I hope he's alright," I accidentally mumbled under my breath, causing a slightly aggravated Ron to snap back.

"What, George? Why do you care?" he replies.

There was silence for what seemed like forever, I didn't know what to say and didn't want to make it obvious, "I don't I just, uhm, I made one of those potions myself at home, nasty things," I settled with.

Yet, I was forgetting who I was sitting next to, I might have fooled Ron but I know I didn't fool her. Hermione looked at me, who then looked at George, who seemed to be looking in my direction and suddenly the light bulb inside her turned on.

"Oh my God! You have a crush on him!" Hermione whispers to me, giggling in the process.

"Shh Hermione!" I attempt to reduce the chances of anyone hearing the truth, especially that of George.

"You owe me some money Sarah," she giggled.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George!"

"Bottoms up," the twins sang in unison which helped distract Hermione from the information that she had just found out. George and Fred proceeded to jump into the ring of fire that guarded the Goblet, letting out a very confident "Yesss!" that got the crowd going once more.

Putting their names in the fire seemed to actually work, gaining a repeated and very smug "Yeahhh," from both the twins yet there's one thing I've learnt during my time at Hogwarts, and it was that Hermione was always right.

Instantaneously there was a flash of blue light and before I knew it both the twins were rolling around on the floor with white beards, rather resembling Dumbledore himself.

I couldn't help but laugh at their stupidity as the crowd chanted "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"Detention! The both of you!" McGonagall's voice went straight through me, yet I continued to laugh at the twins' misfortune as she attempted to separate them.

"And I suppose you find this funny miss Lupin-Black?" McGonagall's eye caught my line of sight, "then I shall see you in detention with these two buffoons."

I groaned at the thought, which seemed to only anger her further "Oh and since the three of you are in Gryffindor, 10 points from Gryffindor," she spoke in a high tone, which earned a groan from the majority of the room.