One and Only ; George Weasley

Chapter 3

“Did you do it?” George asked when I basically ran back to him outside of the door to the Great Hall.

“He wouldn’t know it was me.” I said, making George smile at me.
Then he basically roared as he picked me up and spun me around, making me laugh loudly. “Gosh I’m so proud of you!” He said, putting me down again. He took my face in his, kissing me.

“What did you two do?” Kathleen asked, her and Fred approaching us while students started entering the Great Hall for the welcome feast. We had made a short cut from the train, running all the way, hand in hand just so we could plant a prank. The first prank of the year and professor Snape is the target.

“Nothing!” George and I said in unison in the same tone.
“Wait.” Fred said. “You did a prank, didn’t you? And without me? How dare you!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I lied, taking George’s hand before leading him into the Great Hall, Fred and Kathleen following us.

We sat down at the Gryffindor table and I nudged George’s shoulder when Dumbledore entered the room once all students were sat down. But Dumbledore wasn’t the reason I nudged him. I meant Snape who walked behind him along with all the other teachers.

“This is going to be an absolute thrill.” George whispered to me before pecking my cheek.

“Seriously, what are you up to?” Kathleen asked us. “As the mature one in this group and the one who keeps everyone together, I demand to know.”

We didn’t get to answer her. The teachers were all standing up in front of their chairs and as Dumbledore walked over to the center to give his annual speech, the teachers sat down and a loud farting noise filled the room.

George and I both broke into laughter, soon followed by the entire room. Even Fred couldn’t help but laugh but Kathleen was just annoyed, rolling her eyes at us.

Every teacher, including Dumbledore and what looked like a new one, looked at Snape who to our pleasantness, looked very angry. He stood up, turning around and picked up the whoopee cushion that he had picked up, then turned back around, holding it up.

“Quiet!” Dumbledore roared and the entire room turned as quiet as a mouse.

“If I may say a few words, headmaster.” Snape said in his cold and boring tone. Dumbledore stepped aside and gestured towards the stand while Snape approached. “Who does this belong to?”

Professor Snape looked over the silent room, mostly looking towards us at the Gryffindor table. Fred and George had always been known for their pranks and in the past couple of years, I had been joining it.

Snape looked at the whoopee cushion and then looked up again, his eyes focused on George.

“Property of George Weasley.” He said and I instantly looked at my boyfriend.

“You made me use one with your name on it?” I whispered/hissed at him.

“I didn’t even know it had my name on it.” He whispered back. “It’s probably my mum’s work.”

Fred clamped a hand over his mouth and George sent him a glare as Snape approached our table.

“Mr Weasley.” Snape said once he stood on the other side of table, right behind Fred and Kathleen. “This is certainly one of your more brainless pranks.”

“It wasn’t his prank.” I said and stood up. “I put it there.”
“I gave it to her.” George said and joined me by standing up.

“How sweet.” I heard Fred whisper to Ron who sat next to him. “The lovely couple stick together no matter what.”

“He did not.” I lied. “It was my doing and George didn’t even know about it.”

“Lizzie, I think everyone in this room knows that’s not true.” George said with a grin.

“Enough!” Snape said. “How would you like to start the year off with detention? Both of you.”

George and I looked at each other before looking at Snape again.

“That sounds delightful, sir.” I said, trying to keep a straight face but really I just felt like laughing.

“Wouldn’t want anything more.” George joked along.

Snape let out a dramatic sigh as he rolled his eyes. “One weeks detention in the dungeon from tomorrow on.”

He turned to walk back to the teacher’s table, throwing the whoopee cushion in the trash can first and George and I sat down, laughing silently, both covering our mouths.

“You two are absolutely ridiculous.” Hermione spoke.
“I’d like to think we’re brilliant.” George smiled before looking at me, winking.

Dumbledore presented the first year students who then entered, following Professor McGonagall up the aisle to the chair and the sorting hat.

“Remember when that was us?” Kathleen asked as we all looked at the first-year students. “Feels like a lifetime away.” Fred replied.
“I wonder who we’re getting this year.” I then spoke before the sorting ceremony started. Slytherin ended up getting Malcolm Baddock and Graham Pritchard.

Ravenclaw got Stewart Ackerley and Orla Quirke.
Hufflepuff got Eleanor Branstone, Owen Cauldwell, Laura Madley and Kevin Whitby.

And Gryffindor got Dennis Creevey, Nigel Wolpert, Jimmy Peakes, James Porter, Samuel Adams and Natalie McDonald.

“Now we’re all settled in and sorted, I’d like to make an announcement.” Dumbledore spoke into the silent air of the room that just seconds ago cheered as the last student was sorted. George grabbed my hand on the table, playing with my fingers just like on the train. He did that a lot and neither of us cared if anyone saw us or what they were thinking. “This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see, Hogwarts has been chosen...”

Dumbledore was interrupted by the doors opening and Filch running in with his knees almost at the same height as his chin, making it look awfully funny. He ran up to Dumbledore, whispered something before running out again in the same exact way.

“So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event.” Dumbledore continued. “The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school, a single contestent is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime.”

The doors opened again and a group of girls dressed in the same light blue uniforms, walked in but then started dancing in sync up the aisle, shooting butterflies into the air. When they reached the end, they bowed and everyone cheered for them, including my friends and I.

Dumbledore walked down the few steps to take Madam Maxime’s hand and guide her up the stairs as a way of welcoming her.

“Blimey.” It came from Seamus. “That’s one big woman.”

He was right. Madam Maxime was about the double of Dumbledore’s height, meaning she was very tall. She must’ve been a giant.

“And now our friends from the north.” Dumbledore presented. “Please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff.”

Once again the doors opened and now it was a group of older boys who entered. They were carrying bo staffs, twirling them around as they walked up the aisle, continuously banging them against the floor.

“Blimey.” It now came from Ron. “It’s him, Victor Krum!”

The boys breathed fire as they got to the end and Dumbledore went down to great their headmaster.

“Albus!” Igor exclaimed, sounding happy to see him as he went to hug him.

“Igor.” Dumbledore greeted, guiding him up to the table.

“He’s dashing, isn’t he?” Kathleen said as she let out a sigh, her eyes basically glued to Victor Krum.

“I suppose he is very handsome.” I agreed, causing George to immediately look at me, a frown on his face. “Oh c’mon, Georgie. You’re still my favorite person.”

“Good.” He nodded. “Otherwise I might just have to show everyone, especially Krum that I am your favorite person.”

“Yeah?” I chuckled. “And how would you do that?”

“You’ll see.” He smirked as Dumbledore announced for the feast to begin and all tables immediately filled with food.

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