Try And Tame The Terrors **Harry Potter/George Weasley Story** (BOOK3)

Chapter 17: Maybe The Metamorphmagus Could Love The Prankster Boy

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Chapter Seventeen: Maybe The Metamorphmagus Could Love The Prankster Boy

Lottie's Point of View

"I told you, it's not like that."

"Oh it's not like anything is it Al?" I stared at her with a raised eyebrow. She was sitting on the lift floor resting her arms over her knees and chewing her gum. She seemed to be thinking, but then blew a bubble at me,

"I didn't kiss Fred."

"Fred kissed you?"

"No. I didn't kiss Fred."

"So Fred kissed you?"

"No, I didn't kiss Fred."

"Oh for Merlin sakes Alex, just tell me!"

"I didn't kiss Fred."

"I know!"

"Fred kissed me."

"I-- what?"

"Fred kissed me."

"Oh my."

"Fred kissed me."

"I'm actually crying." I said, rubbing my eyes furiously and leaning against the lift side, "This is so cool."

"I know." Alex said, "Do I get an applause?"

"Oh yes, yes you do." I said, clapping whilst drawing a circle in the air. Alex held her hand up towards me,

"I am not the most unbelievable person you've ever met?"

"Yep, that's a pretty true statement right there." I said, high fiving her, "Sooooo! Where do you go from here?"

"Well, we spoke at breakfast didn't we?" She looked down at her nails casually, "We can't expect too much."

"But you two aren't us two. You won't be awkward around each other for ages!" The lift dinged and the doors slide open, so I pushed the button to go up to the fifth floor for the fourth time and kept our conversation going,

"Everybody's human, of course we'll be ... a bit the same."

"You spoke this morning!"

"Not important."

"But it took us about a week!"

"I know."

"You're so confusing!"

"I know." Alex shrugged casually. The lift stopped at floor two and a woman with long blonde hair got in. I stood and Alex sat in an awkward silence until floor five, where the woman left and I sent us back to the ground floor again,

"You must know what you're going to do."

"Nope, not really."

"Alex, seriously."

"What?"

"Alex."

"C'mon then! Where do we start?"

"Well, do you think you ... like ... like him?"

"As in would I shag his brains out?"

"That's blunt, but it's you so ... okay. Would you like to 'shag his brains out'?"