It Started With a Prank (George Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 22

A/N

So basically Imma try an' speedrun the second book. So this one will be from when Hermione gets called a Mudblood until the Christmas area. That's the reason it doesn't have a chapter name like usual. I'm sorry I haven't been posting much, but school work comin' in heavy. Fuckin' exams are comin' up. Fuckin' stress levels an' anxiety do be through the roof.

Real quick, I wanna say that I forgot my password and was locked out for like this whole month. My apologies. But since the summer break has started my chapters will be coming up more often. Although this weekend I'm away from Friday to like Sunday.

Your POV

Harry had just arrived in the changing room, and then Wood started his long and boring speech.

I had actually fallen asleep! Then again, it was the brink of dawn and I was already half dead.

"So," said Oliver, jerking me from my nap, "is that clear? Any questions?"

"I've got a question, Oliver," George announced, after waking from a start. I rolled my eyes, knowing that it would be something stupid. "Why couldn't you have told us all this yesterday when we were awake?"

I didn't want to agree, but I did. George was right, why didn't he tell us this yesterday? Speaking of Wood, he did not look pleased at all.

"Now, listen here, you lot," Wood glowered at us all. "we should have won the Quidditch Cup last year. We're easily the best team. But, unfortunately, owing to circumstances  beyond our control ..."

I could feel Harry beside me, shifting uncomfortably. Oliver tried to compose himself.

"So, this year, we train harder than ever before ... okay, let's go and put our new theories into practice!" Oliver grabbed his broom and led us out of the changing rooms.

We had been in the changing rooms for so long that the sun had fully risen. I looked around the pitch and found Hermione and Ron.

"Aren't you finished yet?" called Ron when he saw us.

"Haven't even started," Harry answered. He looked jealously at the food in Ron's hand. "Wood's been teaching us new moves."

He mounted his broom and flew up. I got on my own broom and flew up beside him. The morning air felt so lovely after being inside a sweaty room for hours at a time.

"Race ya!" I challenged Harry. 

We raced around the Quidditch pitch about twice, before Fred and George joined out race. I heard these clicking noises while flying around and kept looking down trying to find the problem.

About five minutes after I first starting the clicking noise, Fred voiced my question.

"What's that funny clicking noise?" he asked, as we hurtled around the corner.

Harry looked somewhere on the stands, and I followed his gaze and found a blonde first year in the stands snapping picture after picture.

"Look this way, Harry! This way!" the kids called shrilly.

"Who's that?" Fred asked Harry.

"No idea," Harry replied. "Just some kid who's been following me around."

I haven't used Occlumency in such a long time, I almost fell off my broom when I realized that Harry didn't say that out loud.

"What's going on?" Wood shouted, frowning, as he zoomed through the air towards us. "Why is a first year taking pictures? I don't like it. He could be a Slytherin spy, trying to find out about our new training programme."