Greater Troubles

Around 11:00 the morning of July 21, Severus Snape’s fireplace lit up with a bright, green fire. A few seconds later a tall, skinny redhead stepped out with a bag. He looked around and silently put his bag on the couch in front of him.

Quietly he left the spacious living room and entered the hallway. A few pictures were on the walls, and there were four doors, two on each side of the hall. He moved closer to the picture closest to him. He smiled when he saw the beautiful red head he’s been longing to see all summer. Then, feeling like a total stalker, he opened the door next to him with the decorated O.

Inside the large room he found her still asleep at a desk. She had her arms crossed on the desk with her head resting on her arms. He smiled and walked over to her. She had her hair up in a ponytail and she was wearing a green tank top with black shorts. He bent down and picked her up to move her to the bed. He would just wait to talk to her when she wakes up.

But as he was setting her down, her eyes cracked open and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “George? Is this another dream?” she asked, her words slurred together because of how tired she was. George laughed and stood up with her still in his arms.

“No, this is not a dream. I came to see you, but you were passed out at your desk. So I wanted to move you to your bed so you would be more comfortable. But you woke up.” He knew he was just ranting on and on, but he couldn’t help himself when he looked into her electric green eyes. He had forgotten how much of an affect she had on him.

Olivia yawned and stretched. “Please put me down.” she said and when he did, she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “Where have you been? And why haven’t you been writing? I haven’t talked to you for a month! I thought you were going to visit awhile ago. Isn’t that what we agreed on?” She was going to say more, but George had kissed her, cutting her off.

She moved away and shook her head. “You can’t just go and do that! That’s not f-” Once again George kissed her, but this time it was longer and she moved her arms around his neck.

He smiled and broke it off. “What if I said I’m sorry?” he whispered, and when she shrugged, he laughed. “Earlier you asked if you were dreaming again. Have you been dreaming about me?”

Olivia’s face immediately turned red. “N-no. Why would you think that?” She mentally cursed herself for stuttering, but George thought it was extremely cute.

He kissed her cheek. “I’ve missed you so much, Liv.” he said and she smiled.

“I have that effect on people.” she said matter-of-factly. George couldn’t help but laugh.

Olivia took his hand and lead him out of the room. “That’s the bathroom, across the hall, That’s the spare bedroom, next to the bathroom, and that,” She glanced up at George for a second. “That’s Sev’s room.” George nodded and Olivia lead him to yet another large room next to the living room. “This is the kitchen. And finally, the living room.” Her eyes fell on George’s bag on the couch. “But obviously you already know that. So you came by Floo powder?” she asked.

George tilted his head and Olivia smiled. “It’s on your shirt.” she said and pointed to the front. He looked down, and sure enough, there were specks of Floo powder. Olivia gestured to his bag. “How long are you planning on staying?”

George smiled and shrugged. “I was planning on staying until your birthday, and after that your invited to stay at my house for a couple of weeks. At least until the final game of the Quidditch World Cup. Then after that, you can either come back here until school starts again, or you can stay with us. Harry’s going to be staying after the Quidditch game.” he said and Olivia smiled.

“That sounds great. Sev will have to leave early and go back to Hogwarts to set up his stuff. That should take about a week or two, so I know I’ll be able to stay after Quidditch, and I’ll ask about before that.” Olivia said, and nodded when she thought that sounded right. George smiled again.

“So what do you want to do today?” he asked and slid his arms around her waist. She smiled and shrugged.

“Do you want to meet my friends? We had plans to go hang out around noon.” she said after a few minutes.

George smiled and nodded. “You can show off your hot boyfriend.”

Olivia laughed and took a step back. “You can make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She went back down the hall into her room and shut the door.

George reached into his bag and took out a different shirt. It was colder back home, so the shirt he had on wasn’t really necessary now. A few minutes later Olivia came back out with a different tank top and jean shorts. She had a pair of flip flops in her hand and she set them on the ground. She slipped into them and helped George up. “Are you ready to have fun?” she asked.

George shrugged and took Olivia’s hand. They headed outside, and George had one of the best days of his life.

~~~A/N~~~

Hey! I was really excited to post this chapter, so I finished it faster than I thought I would. And I saw someone had asked how old I was. Well, I am 12. and a quarter. And please don't judge my book by my age. I HATE it when people judge other peoples work by how old they are. Well, thanks for reading!