Chapter 2 Full

“Morning Dudley, how was your weekend?” Becky’s going to be the bigger man (or woman, as you please), but she sounds very threatening.

“Same old, same old. I was planning on doing something with my friends here,” he pointed at his two minions on each side of him, “but then I saw you all sitting here and figured we could have some fun together.” I don’t know what he’s thinking of, but it can’t be good.

“No thanks, we’re just fine with sitting here by ourselves. Bye Dudley!”

“Now that’s not so nice now, is it, Tubbs?” The way he spits out the word Tubbs, like it is some sort of disease, it makes my blood boil.

“No, but interrupting some friends for whatever dumb way you have now of getting us expelled, isn’t nice either. So if you’d go now, we’d appreciate it.” Be the nice girl, be the nice girl. Oh, I so want to hit him now.

“But I love your company.” No, he doesn’t.

“I don’t. Bye now!” George has put his hand on my shoulder by now, to try and calm me down. It just has little effect.

“I’ll see you in class.” He and his minions finally left the atrium.

“Thank God, he’s gone.”

“Yeah, but why does he get on your nerves so much?” George is genuinely concerned, I love him for that.

“I just hate people like that.” I don’t really want to expand that any further.

“Okay, anyway, I heard you had the first three periods off.” Fred: master of changing the subject.

“Yeah, with Chantal, Simone and Lisanne, Voldie’s lessons are cancelled as well.”

“Heard he’s ill, what could he have?” Becky interrupts.

“Killing disease, you get it if you use Avada Kedavra too often.” Why not make a joke out of it?

“Symptoms: pain in the arm from waving your wand too much.” Becky continues the joke.

“A sore throat from yelling too loud.” Fred wants in on it too.

“Dizziness from dancing around too wild after your kill.” George fills in the last.

“And Bellatrix is also on leave, right?” Fred asks when we’ve all stopped laughing.

“Yeah, maybe it’s an STD.”

“George! Mental images!” And I push him away softly.

“I sure hope you don’t have it.”

“Why would that matter to you? You’re not getting any anytime soon.” Yes, I am teasing him. He’s just an easy target.

“We’ll see about that.” A smirk and a kiss, sometimes I love my life.

“As much as I’d love to see you two lovebirds make out, I have a class to attend. Bye.” Hermoine went upstairs for her Literature class.

“Don’t you have that class together?” Fred asks Becky as he slips his arm around her waist.

“Yeah, but doesn’t start until ten minutes. Hermoine’s always early.”

“Yeah.” We all nod.

“But what I wanted to know,” George turns to me while the others are discussing something else. “How would you feel about having a little picnic?”

“George, it’s freezing outside!”

“Put on some warm clothes then.”

“What are you up to?” I know him well enough to see when he’s got an ulterior motive.

“Just be there in ten minutes and dress warm. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure.” I answered carefully. I trust George fully, but I hate it when people keep things from me. “I’ll just put something else on.”

“See you here in ten!” Still suspicious, I walk over to the elevators and press the ‘down’ button.

Ten minutes later, I do the same thing going back up to the atrium. My mind’s a little blurry, still trying to think of what George’s plan is, but I decide to cast it away and be my happy, cheerful self.

“Hello, gorgeous!” George yells as soon as the elevator door opens.

“Why are you always trying to scare me?!”

“Because if you get scared,  you’ll want someone to protect you. And that would be me.”

“I don’t know whether I should find that sweet or disturbing.”

“Choose sweet.” He smiles and takes me by the arm. “Let’s go have ourselves a picnic!” We walk out the front door, while Filch is not looking of course, he’d definitely stop us. George leads the way after that, as I haven’t got a clue where we’re going. We stop right in front of Mrs. Sprout’s greenhouse. “Our picnic place!” I look at George in a have-you-lost-your-mind kind of way. “Don’t worry, I asked if we could use it.” He says reassuring.

“You did?” I sure hope he isn’t lying to me.

“I did, I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

“And what did Sprout say?” I ask, catching up on the tone.

“Don’t ruin it.” I knew it.

“Okay, but are you at least sure she won’t come here?”

“What kind of idiot do you take me for?”

“If you want a smack in your face, I suggest you keep the attitude.” I try to sound very arrogant, but I don’t think George’ll buy it.

“I’m sorry ma’am!” He even does the army-hand-gesture thing.

“You’d make a cute soldier.” George leans in for a kiss, but I slip inside the greenhouse just before our lips can touch. “You coming, wizard boy?” He smiles and shakes his head, following me inside.