forbidden love~george weasley

two~i guess i'm a disappointment

tw: slight mentions of abuse

lyra's pov

professor umbridge. first i have to deal with my family, and now umbridge. did i mention i have detention with her too?

i've already received two letters from my father telling me how much trouble i cause him, apparently our family isn't happy with the way i've been acting. i know i'm not a great daughter, i was like sirius black, in ways at least. he went separate ways from this bloody fucked up family of ours. he was right too.

i've always wanted to be like him. i've just never had the courage to be, i don't know if i ever will.

the one thing in this family i've always managed to refuse, was becoming one of them. no
matter how badly i could get hurt, no matter how much pain i had to go through, i would never, let them do that to me.

persuasion, is one of my fathers strong suits, as is discipline. he starts with attempting to persuade you, if you don't do what he wants, he will punish you.

until he is content with what he'd done.

i have scars to prove it. i know my fathers tricks and games. i've started to excel in dodging them. put on your brave face, pretend to care, do what he asks, and move on. as long as he's satisfied, he won't lay a finger on you. i've earned most of the discipline from him, draco being the kiss ass of the family.

"miss malfoy, your paper please," i looked up at mcgongall and handed it to her. "thank you," she said.

after classes i went to detention, now having "i will not interrupt," engraved in my hand at least ten times. i grabbed my bag and, gladly, stomped out of her office. i was rummaging through my bag and the next thing i knew, i was face planting on the ground. "i hate my life," i muttered. "sorry didn't see you there," i looked at who i'd ran into, it was george, of course. he offered me a hand and i took it.

"thanks," i said grabbing my bag. "what's happened to your hand?" he asked. "once you've had detention with umbridge you'll find out," i shrugged.

"are you alright?" he asked. "i'm fine, maybe i'll
run into you later," i said and he laughed. "look forward too it!" he shouted as i continued walking. i smiled as i arrived at the library. i took a seat and pulled out a book. the record player near by was playing a muggle song, are you lonesome tonight?, by elvis presley.

i sang softly, and quietly, as i looked through my bag for a quill.

"i think you dropped this squish," i looked up and saw george holding my quill. "squish?" i asked raising an eyebrow. "yeah, i'm tall, you're short,
i could squish you if i stepped on you," he smiled. "well i think you watch too many muggle movies," i replied. "well my father is arthur weasley," he said. "fair point," i said. "i better get going, see you later squish, nice voice by the way," he said and walked away.

i flushed red and smiled as i did my homework. as i worked, i couldn't seem to focus, i was guessing on everything. i know snape is like my head of house and i'm supposed to like his house or whatever, but i hate potions. how am i gonna know how many ounces of water is in a baneberry potion?

frustrated, i put away my books and walked to the great hall. i sat down next to millicent and she looked at me amused.

"what is it mills?" i asked. "you're extra smiley today," she said. "what? no i'm not," i said.

"yes you are! is it a boy?" she asked. "no of course not," i said. "get that homework done squish?" george asked walking by and i stuck my tongue out at him. "merlins beard, did you fall for a weasley?!" she asked. "that's like, forbidden!"

"shut up millie i know," i sighed. "plus we just ran into one another i don't like him," 

"whatever, have you heard we are gonna be combined with 7th years next week to learn about amortentia?" she asked. "no, i hadn't even realized we were learning about that yet," i said. "yeah it's supposed to be in a few weeks but professor snape insisted on having it be taught next week," she said.

"well that's wonderful, you think you'll smell anything specific?" i asked. "hopefully zabini," she said. "isn't he in my brothers year?" i asked. "yep, but he's hot," she smirked and i laughed so hard.

"i sometimes wonder how we're friends," i said catching my breath. "because you love me," she replied.

"that is unfortunately true," i said and she hit my arm, i smiled.

"i'm sitting with you," i looked to my left and draco sat next to me. "okay, but why?" i asked. "crabbe and goyle are idiots and pansy would just attempt to flirt with me," he said. "fair enough," i said. "what's happened to your hand?" he asked. "it's from detention with umbridge," i said taking a bite of food.

"if you'd stop talking back then you wouldn't-," "well i'm not a suck up draco," i interrupted. "besides i hear it enough from dad i know i'm an inconvenience to you all, but you could at least pretend to be on my side,"

"sorry," he shrugged. "hey draco, you friends with zabini?" millicent asked, awkwardly changing the subject.

"yeah, why?" he asked. "he's hot," she said and i laughed.

after dinner, i was walking with draco to the slytherin common room. "hey lyra wait up!" draco and i stopped walking and turned to look at who was talking to me. george, fred following him closely. "what do you want weasel?" draco spat and i covered his mouth. "what's up?" i asked. "there's a gryffindor party in the room of requirements tonight, if you'd like to go," he said. draco licked my hand. "ew you little git!" i said wiping off my hand.

"that's not allowed wait til i tell umbridge!" draco said and went to walk but i grabbed his robes, holding him back.

"draco you tell anyone and i'll tell them mum still tucks you in and picks out your outfits," i said and his eyes went wide as the twins laughed. "what time?" i asked. "be there anytime between, 8-1," he said. "if you get us in trouble malfoy," fred warned. "just cause i'm a malfoy doesn't mean i'm a bitch," i said. "debatable," he said and i just cocked an eyebrow.

"see you tonight," i said.