That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 3, Chapter 11- Quidditch Practice

"Violet, did you hear? Professor Lupin taught the third years about boggarts by actually making them face one?" Emma says to me as we are sitting in the common room.

"Heard about it? Draco would not shut up about how many teachers have been putting him in danger recently. He's still moping around with his arm in that bloody sling because it gets the attention of Pansy." I say. I look up from my ancient ruins textbook and over at Draco. Who as usual is being coddled by Pansy while Crabbe and Goyle just stand around watching. "It's disgusting. If I ever swoon over George like that I want you to blow my head off okay?" I say looking back at Emma.

"By the looks of things, George is the one that does all the swooning." Emma jokes, she playfully kicks my textbook out of my hands with her socked foot.

I reach down to the ground from my spot on the couch I'm sharing with Emma and grab my textbook. I look at her and stick out my tongue, "That's not true at all. George and I are two separate people, living our separate lives."

"Okay but when you and George are together, you look like Draco and Pansy. Which is... gross because Draco is in third year and allowed to act like that. You're in fifth year now."

I look back over at Draco who is now having Pansy write notes for him. "Draco doesn't even fancy Pansy. He just likes attention. Attention that Potter isn't giving him."

"Oh? Draco and Potter?" Emma says wiggling her eyebrows.

"I didn't mean it like that. Draco's just been going after Potter's attention since he's started at Hogwarts and he's never gotten it. I feel that they could be good friends if Draco wasn't such..."

"Such an asshole?"

I look at Emma and raise my eyebrows, "Not what I was going to say but yeah I guess. He is an asshole if you don't know him."

Walter comes into the common room from his dorm and plops onto the couch in between Emma and I.

"If I have to hear Cassius and Miles talk about which girls they want to see shirtless one more damn time I'm going to end it all." Walter groans leaning back into the couch.

Emma perks up, "Miles? He's single again?"

Walter groans and takes the pillow from behind him and shove it to his face. "no, absolutely not." He says into the pillow.

"You know what we should do? Go watch the Gryffindor quidditch team practice. Violet gets to see her boy toy and I can look at Oliver for a few hours." Emma suggest. Given it's a Saturday none of us really have any big plans.

"But that means I would have to get dressed. And I really don't want to do that." Walter says, finally taking the pillow away from his face. Only then do I notice that he's walking around in a t shirt and his boxers.

"I mean technically you don't have to get dressed. You could just get teased for the rest of your educational career here. Come on lets go. What else do we have to do?" Emma says taking the pillow from Wally and hitting his shoulder with it.

"Oh I dunno, do all of our homework so we can stay on top of our classes like we are supposed to do? Or rewrite our notes so they are easier to study from in a few months when we really need to?" I say casually.

Emma tosses the pillow at me hitting me in the face. "Go find shoes so we can go see your stupid boyfriend ride around on a stupid broom." She says to me.

Walter goes off to get dressed and I shuffle into my dorm to find a pair of sneakers I can wear without taking off the big green socks Molly sent me for my birthday last year. I take my bookbag down from one of the posters of my bed and shove my ancient ruins textbook in it so I can study a bit while I watch the practice. Since last year Oliver has been easier on me watching the practices. According to George and Fred I have gained his trust and therefore he is now fine with me and my friends watching and supporting his team. It also helped when George told him that I don't know the difference between a bludger and a quaffle which isn't true but whatever gets me on Oliver's good side.