You & I (George Weasley)

The One with the First Task.

The morning of November 24th, everyone was in the common room which was alive with conversation as we waited for Harry to emerge from the dorms.

"He's coming," Hermione hissed, scampering back from the steps.

As soon as he reached the bottom, the room erupted into cheers and for the first time in weeks, since his name came out of the Goblet, Harry looked happy and somewhat relaxed as he received numerous claps on the back and hugs.

The room fell silent as McGonagall came into the room, a small smile on her face as she searched the area, "Potter. Where is Potter?"

"Here, Professor!" Lee yelled, pointing him out.

"Potter, head down to the great hall. The other competitors will be meeting you there. And good luck."

"Thanks Professor."

Once the older woman had left, Hermione pulled him into a tight hug.

"Come on," George whispered, tapping my arm, "We'll go get a good spot."

"What about Fred?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it," he replied, taking my hand to lead me towards the entrance, "Him and Lee are taking care of something. We'll save them some spots next to us."

While we walked, he didn't let go of my hand and as we exited the castle, into the chilly November air, I found myself liking the way it felt.

His palm was soft and practically engulfed mine but yeah, I liked it. It made me feel...safe. I moved my gaze up to his face, finding myself inspecting every inch of it, a sudden realisation hitting me.

George Weasley was handsome.

As if he felt my stare, he looked down at me, "You okay?"

My face flushed red as I moved my gaze to the stadium that had been set up for the task, "Yep, I'm fine."

If he didn't believe me, he didn't say anything.

There was already quite a few folks milling around and George led me up to a decent place to stand.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" I asked, chewing on my lip, "Honestly, Georgie."

"Don't worry, Silver." Fred said, making me jump as came to stand on my other side, "I'm sure if he was going to die, you would have seen it."

"Yeah," I muttered, "That doesn't make me feel any better."

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Ron muttered from behind us and a few minutes later, Hermione joined him.

According to the line-up; Harry was going to be last so that meant we had to sit through everyone else but of course, that didn't mean it wasn't entertaining.

Cedric was first and sitting there watching as he took on this...massive dragon was indeed fascinating.

"That's a Swedish Short-Snout." George murmured, giving me a small smile when I looked up at him, "Our brother works with them. Remember, I told you that!"

"I know," I nodded, "I remember."

After a few narrow misses, he got the egg and the crowd erupted into cheers.

Fleur was next and then after her, Krum but being honest, I didn't really care for them. Sure, it was interesting to watch but we were all just anxious for Harry to come out and do his thing.

"And now," Mr Bagman said loudly over the loud noise, "Mr Harry Potter!"

Everyone else around us cheered loudly, and I raised my fingers to my mouth to whistle as Harry emerged. He looked terrified to say the least but once he looked up and saw Ron and Hermione, I could see him visibly relax.