~'Spell' out love ~ George Weasley X Reader

- Malfoy Much? -

~ Mild sexual references

I was on my last line of writing before class ended and the teacher dismissed us all. I and Hermione walked out together for our next lesson which was going to be with the new professor sent from the Ministry.

Along the way, we met up with Harry and Ron.

When I entered the classroom, Hermione decided to sit elsewhere leaving me to look around the class for an empty seat. Just my luck that the only available seat left was next to Malfoy. How fun.

I made my way over to the remaining chair left and sat down not even bothering to look over at him knowing fine well he was currently staring holes into the side of my face.

"You sure seem to stare a lot, don't you?" I said, placing my elbow on the table to rest my head on, making him turn away without saying a word.

One of the Parvati twins made an origami bird that flew around the room elegantly until suddenly set into flames by the professor who had just entered the room like she was some queen or some shit. She'd be fucking dreaming if she thought she looked superior.

I don't know what's worse. Her outfit or that face. It's not even minutes into the bloody class and I can already tell it's not going to be good.

I couldn't bear looking at her for another minute, never mind the whole freaking period. What does she think that hideous pink outfit of hers is doing? I don't know anyone who could wear something like that.

Throughout the lesson, She admitted to everyone while giving out the textbooks, that there was going to be no use of magic in her classroom because she, and I quote 'Doesn't see a reason why we would need to use magic in her classroom and that we'll be learning in a risk-free, non-harmful way.'

Who the fuck does this woman think she is? it's a school for witchcraft AND wizardry. It's in the fucking name to use magic.

Throughout the lesson, Malfoy for some reason couldn't stop staring at me. It would feel like he was staring knives into the side of my head, but I eventually gave up on noticing it and just ignored him whenever he did so.

'When will this lesson end' I said to myself silently with a huff.

Meanwhile, outside our classroom door, The twins were running up and down the hall after finishing one of their amazing pranks no doubt, but unlucky for them. 'Umbitch' as they like to call her, caught them and called for the two pranksters to follow.

With that irritating smile of hers and her high pitched voice, she told them both to come sit in with us '5th years' seeing as they can't "act their age."

If you haven't already noticed, she didn't like the twins...

The twins were instructed to write down random shit out of the textbooks that we had given to us at the start of the lesson, whilst we learned about it. This is the first time I've encountered the twins, although, of course, I have heard a lot about them through Ron's complaints about the pranks they pulled on him.

I was copying down some notes from the board until I heard one of the twins whisper to me from the nearest table.

"Psst, do you understand any of this?" He said making my gaze lift from my work to look at him boredly.

"Not a clue, but doesn't look like I can say much about it, seeing as she doesn't like people questioning her 'methods' in teaching." I finished causing him to chuckle.

"I'm Fred by the way and over there is my twin brother George," Fred said, pointing at the table in front of him.

"No shit, you two are twins?!" I fake gasp.