Who used to be one of your classmates.. and would shamelessly stare at you from across the room. Who would always come into class reeking of weed and at times alcohol, if you walk past him in the halls expect to be hit with nauseating smell of weed and beer. Who is a complete flirt, even if in his own odd and slightly uncomfortable way. Who, despite his own hard drug use, would never pressure nor allow you to be as careless as him with drugs. Who dropped out of Hogwarts a year before graduation. Who is such a tease to the point it’s unfair :( Who has you completely wrapped around his finger, knowing you perfectly and how to control you. Who’s relationship with you caused quite a stir with your family and friends, all of who were un-approving. But they were just being overprotective and mean.. right?, They have nothing to worry about. You’re a big girl and can handle yourself if it really came down to it.
Much to Y/N Icestone’s dismay, her request to Draco; Draco’s request to his father; Draco’s father’s request to Professor Snape didn’t last long. After the official split of the controversial Gryffindor-Slytherin couple, Y/N let all the emotions flow. Months of bottled-up feelings freely flowing.
Hatred, mostly.
The girl just couldn’t stand to see or even get a tiny little glimpse at the boy who captured her heart, held it carelessly, and smashed it into pieces. The mere thought of him even enraged her. Hating the fact that she was so gullible to believe that someone truly liked her because of her and her alone. Not the titles, the money, or the power that she came with.
But as the saying goes, when one door closes, another one opens. Sure, her relationship with the Weasley had a very unfortunate ending but at least another story went on - her friendship with Draco Malfoy. And Draco, being the good friend he is, decided to help her.
Even if all the blonde Slytherin did was send an owl to his father, it did help a lot, truly. 2 weeks being George-Weasley-free during potions class. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, as the individual potions’ work eventually dissolved as they had to work by pair again.
“This next potion you’re about to brew is much more difficult than the last.” Professor Snape informed the class. “Truth be told, I’d still prefer everyone to work individually.”
Honestly, there’s not a potion that Y/N Icestone can’t brew perfectly. Sure, there could be some difficult ones but the girl is always up for the challenge. Working alone versus working with a pair didn’t really have that much difference. She firmly believed that she’d do well even without a partner. I mean, the girl basically proved herself in the last 2 weeks.
“But due to a lot of errors and mishaps, I’m gonna allow you to work in pairs. Your partner will be your previous partner. Now, get to work!” Snape ordered with a scowl, grasping his black robes as he started to walk around the classroom.
I should’ve just asked my Father. Too bad he never got close with Snape. Too bad Draco’s not here. The Slytherin thought, letting out a huff before making her way towards her previous table - the one she shared with the boy she’s trying to avoid.
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As the Slytherin sat on top of the stool beside the desk where their bubbling cauldron was placed, she couldn’t help but send a look towards Daphne who was putting ingredients into their cauldron.
Sensing Icestone’s look, Greengrass’ attention diverted to her best friend, raising a brow as if asking “what’s wrong?”. Y/N rested her elbow on top of the desk, placing her chin on her palm, pouting.
Daphne let out a small chuckle, shaking her head from left to right. But just before she was about to mouth a few sentences towards the sour-mood Icestone, the shocked look on her best friend’s face stopped her in her tracks.
Professor Snape immediately waltzes towards Icestone and Weasley’s shared desk, crossing his arms as he towered over the ginger with a scowl. “Mr. Weasley, I know that you have a knack for making stuff explode but for the love of Salazar, stop practicing the nonsense in this class. Have you not learned your lesson from the past week?” He let out, tone full of disappointment.
“As expected from a Gryffindor. You just lost your house 10 points.” Snape continued before reaching out for his wand, making the mess disappear.
“Detention, Mr. Weasley.” The potion’s master ordered before turning his heels to walk away.
Before the Slytherin was able to open her mouth and make a snide remark, Professor Snape looked back, eyes burning holes at the girl’s forehead. “You too, Ms. Icestone.”
Y/N’s jaw dropped in disbelief. It’s not like any of the mess was her fault. It was all Weasley’s! All she had to do was prepare all the ingredients and line them up in order for the ginger to put it in so what’s bubbling in the cauldron was definitely not under her control. The girl firmly believed that she should have gotten detention for actually doing her part right. “But professor-”
“Not another word.”
Great. So much for avoiding George Weasley.
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Later that day, Y/N Icestone found herself walking out of the Great hall to go straight towards the dungeons. But not towards the Slytherin common room. Rather, towards the potion’s master’s classroom. To serve detention.
Truthfully, the girl didn’t know what it was like to serve detention under Snape’s name. Was it harsh like what other students claimed it to be or were people just over exaggerating?
But come to think of it, Y/N Icestone didn’t know what it was like to serve detention under any other professor’s name. She has never gotten herself into detention anyways. If it wasn’t for the Gryffindor, she wouldn’t have even been here. She would’ve kept her record clean!
Fortunately for the girl, Professor Snape’s favoritism towards the students under Slytherin was true. The reason? Well, the only reason why Icestone got detention is so that someone could keep an eye on every other pupil who got detention as they manually scrub all the dirty cauldrons. The potion’s professor simply told the girl that he had important business to attend to and so he’s entrusting detention towards her.
Additionally, he promised that Icestone’s record would still be clean and that he’s adding 10 points to Slytherin for the girl to help him. Unfortunately for the girl, no other pupil was serving detention under Snape but George Weasley himself.
Oh how Y/N Icestone wished that there was another unfortunate student who messed up in Snape’s class today.
25 minutes into detention, the Slytherin was starting to get bored. After all, she too wasn’t allowed to use her wand. But hers was kept inside her pocket either way; Kept inside her robes with the ginger’s.
But still, despite having the privilege of just sitting there and not scrubbing dirty cauldrons, her rage towards the ginger didn’t disappear. No matter what angle you look at it, she still wouldn’t be here if the Gryffindor didn’t mess up.
The Slytherin huffed in boredom, piercing her cold eyes towards the boy.
“I hope you’re aware of how much I despise you right now.” Y/N spat, deciding to break the silence inside the classroom.
“I’m sorry.” The ginger murmured, trying to scrub the cauldron he was holding a little faster. “I’ll try to work faster. There are about 12 cauldrons left.” George informed.
Y/N hatred flowed freely, yes. But no, it couldn’t last for so long. Not when George Weasley makes it so hard for her to hate him. Why was the boy so nice?
You look happier. She recalled. It was all bullsh-.
“What happened anyway? Didn’t I line up all the prepared ingredients for you on the table? Didn’t you follow what the book said?” The girl questioned, hoping to at least get a decent explanation from the ginger on why their potion was suddenly messed up.
The last time George messed up his potion was because of someone else tampering with it. But since the partner system in Snape’s class was administered again, Y/N doubted that it was another work of her housemate because even if George was their target, Y/N would be included in that target because they were...well, partners.
And the girl knew that no one dared to mess with her.
“I’m sorry.” George repeated. Refusing to look at the Slytherin, his attention was still mainly towards the cauldron.
This time, Icestone was now really annoyed. “Is ‘I’m sorry’ the only words you know how to speak of?” she grunted, rolling her eyes.
“Sorry-, I mean, I’ll do better in the future, I promise.” replied George.
“If there is a future.” The girl murmured, huffing.
The boy didn’t know what she meant but he decided to just ignore it and get to work.
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“Where have you been?” The Malfoy heir questioned after standing from his seat to walk towards the Icestone heir.
“Draco? What are you still doing here? It’s late.” The girl pointed out, moving past the boy to sit on one of the leather couches located inside the common room.
“Hey, I asked you first!” The blonde complained, following the 6th year and sitting beside her.
By now, the cold room located under the black lake was quiet, seeing that it’s already late at night and there were classes tomorrow. The only people present were Icestone, Malfoy, a few students from year 7 studying, and the prefect who decided to stop by and organize the announcement board.
Y/N leaned her head on the seat, sighing before closing her eyes. “I was monitoring Professor Snape’s detention class.” She informed with annoyance not towards the blonde, but towards the task.
“You? Why you?” asked Draco.
The girl turned to face the curious boy, eyes staring at his confused ones. “Well, he did say that he had some important business to attend to.”
The blonde furrowed his brows, still not satisfied with the answer. “Okay, but why you? It could have been the prefect or whatever.”
The girl let out another sigh. “Because stupid George Weasley was my partner in potions and he messed up so Snape decided to include me in his suffering. Thankfully, I didn’t do any scrubbing. My nails would have sucked!”
“Partner?! I thought you guys worked individually now? Didn’t my father...”
“Yeah...but apparently, there are too many dunderheads in the class so…” The girl said, rolling her eyes before shrugging.
“Why’d you wait for me? Didn’t you say you had a test on Defense today?” She asked to divert the topic away.
“Well…”
“Yes?” Y/N urged, anticipating as she examined the boy’s look. Draco’s usually perfectly styled hair was no more as he wore his uniform trousers and a plain white shirt.
The Malfoy heir let out a small and shy smile. “I wanted to give you something.”
Icestone stood straight, both hands held out towards Malfoy as she waited for him to give her whatever it was that he was planning to give.
“Is it chocolate chip cookies? It better be chocolate chip cookies.” She commented with a grin, her eyes sparkling at the thought of her favorite sweet.
Draco chuckled at her actions. “Close your eyes.” He instructed before fetching the object inside his pocket.
Y/N felt the boy’s warm hands go over hers, feeling jewelry being put on her wrist. In the absence of the warm feeling of Draco’s hands, the girl opened her eyes, the grin on her face never faltering.
Taking a look at her right hand, there it was, clasped on top of the Slytherin’s wrist, a silver chain bracelet with diamonds and emeralds resting beside each other.
Her eyes made contact with the blonde’s gray ones, shock and slight confusion on her head. “What’s this? I don’t recall that it’s going to be my birthday soon.” She playfully asked.
Draco grinned, eyes turning towards his own wrist. “Do you like it? It’s a family heirloom but I had it customized to give it a little bit more style that suited both of us. Diamonds for Icestone and Emeralds for Malfoy.” Draco explained as he lifted his own wrist, a similar bracelet placed on top of it.
“Do I like it? No, I actually love it very much. It’s gorgeous.” Y/N stated, earning an even bigger grin from the blonde.
“Thank you, Draco.” the girl thanked, engulfing the blonde into a big hug.
Green apples and peppermint. That’s what Draco Malfoy smelled like. Y/N Icestone thought the scent made her feel nostalgic about her own childhood. After every tutoring session with Mr. Princeton, the fairy that she had back then would bring her some sliced green apples and tea. Specifically, it would be peppermint tea if it was the cold season.
The girl didn’t know why she suddenly thought of her childhood. Maybe it was because of the way things are now. Maybe it was because she wanted to go back to the old days. Maybe it was because the boy on her arms made her day 100% better or maybe it was a sign. She is yet to find out.
“So, where’s my chocolate chip cookies?”
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Oh, thank Draco Lucius Malfoy for making THAT one day a little bit better.
Ever since last week’s potions class and the detention that followed, the days passed by quickly. Sure, there was still a little tension whenever Gryffindor and Slytherin shared classes but slowly and surely, Y/N Icestone was starting to let go of it.
There’s no point in dwelling in the past. Lixie once told her. Additionally, her hatred doesn’t even last long. Not when the ginger makes it so hard. Hatred will bring you nothing, anyways.
It’s been two months since the Icestone heir sent that enchanted letter declaring how she was the one playing with the ginger. Meaning, two whole months have passed ever since the controversial couple split up.
Truthfully, the time the Slytherin spent thinking about where she went wrong, what went wrong, and what lacked in her rarely came anymore. Back then, when she’d be idle and alone, she’d stare at nothing and suddenly cry due to her mean thoughts. Now, Y/N Icestone knew her worth, and turns out, she was too much for George. She was too good for him. Daphne and Draco made sure she knew that.
However, even if months have passed ever since her relationship with the Gryffindor, both Icestone and Weasley were having a hard time.
After being convinced that there’d be no way the ex-lovers would communicate seriously for final closure, both parties tried to bury their feelings deep inside them. But putting too much stuff inside a bottle will burst it open.
“What did you want once it was all over, George?” Icestone quietly spat, trying hard not to divert the other people’s attention towards them.
Today was the day where the week’s potions class happened. It was annoying for Icestone, really.
Come to think of it, Y/N Icestone loved potions. She even wanted to practice a career centered in potions someday. But this class? She hates it. She used to love it but now she hates it and ironically, the same reason why she loved it and hated it now was the same - being partners with George Weasley.
One minute they were quietly working on the contents of their cauldron and the next they were confronting each other about their previous relationship.
“...”
The Slytherin sighed, dropping her hands beside her before putting a palm on her forehead. “I’m a fool!” She declared, disappointed laced all over her voice.
The girl let out another sigh before continuing. “I was so bloody stupid for thinking that you were different. I’m a fool for believing that you love me. I’m such a fool! I was never like this before. How did you make me become such a fool for you?”
“But did you?” Asked George, expression with a little bit of curiosity and unknown hope as his brown eyes pierced into the girl’s glassy ones.
“Did I do what?”
It was only then when the boy started to feel a bit embarrassed about the thought of telling the girl in front of him what he wanted to say out loud. Despite being embarrassed, George was never raised to be a coward. He was sorted into Gryffindor after all.
“Did you love me?”
The girl felt her breath hitch, flustered by the boy’s question.
Y/N contemplated for a few moments before giving out her answer.
The question merely required a “yes” or “no” as an answer but oh how it made it seem like it was the hardest question to answer right now. If the girl answered “yes”, then what would that make her? She’d be the gullible girl George Weasley played with! But if she answered “no”, then she’d be lying. Oh, how she hated lying.
So instead of giving a direct answer, she asked back. “Did you?”
One side of George’s lips curved, his expression a smirk but mischief absent. “I asked first.”
He pointed out. “I said, did you?” The Slytherin pressed on, waiting.
Truthfully, the girl didn’t know what answer she should expect. She didn’t know how to react when she hears the boy’s answer. Is she really ready to know whether the Gryffindor truly loved her or not?
“Never.” George mumbled, turning his attention back towards their brewing potion.
Icestone’s jaw dropped, shocked by the ginger’s declaration. Thankfully, her heart didn’t fall into her stomach. No, it didn’t hurt at all. Why? Because the girl knew better.
“This is going to be the last time you’re ever going to lie in front of my face, Weasley.” She hissed before grabbing a vial to put in their brewed potion and gathering all of her belongings to leave the room.
“Never did I not.” The Gryffindor continued, sighing nobody but himself.
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Two weeks after the confrontational outburst regarding Icestone and Weasley’s past relationship, the girl finally became fed up with the sight of George.
Things just didn't go right for her when it was time for potions class. Mainly because her ex boyfriend was her partner. They just simply couldn’t get along.
She was tired. For Merlin’s sake, all she wanted was a peaceful year and good grades but the ginger was hindering both of that for her.
“Professor, can’t I change my partner? Daphne Greengrass and her partner gave me their permission to switch too!” Icestone convinced the potions master.
The dark eyes of the professor bored itself on the face of the Slytherin. “Can you tell me, Ms. Icestone. Why do you have the need to change your partner? Didn’t I make myself clear at the start of the year that whoever you choose will be permanent?” Answered Snape.
“I don’t think Weasley is a good partner, sir. Look what happened last time, Professor. I don’t want to fail this class and if he continues to be my partner, he might drag me down with him!”
Snape’s lips curled into an unamused smirk. “That’s not my problem anymore, Ms. Icestone. You’re smart. You do something about it.”
At least Y/N tried.
“Listen.” The Slytherin called out, making the Gryffindor face her with a nervous look.
The girl’s arms were crossed, an annoyed but compromising expression plastered all over her face as she stared at the boy’s eyes.
If present Y/N Icestone was to tell past Y/N Icestone how she would be the first one to let her pride down towards George Weasley, she probably wouldn’t believe her.
But it must be done. Because there is no way that the Y/N Icestone is going to fail potions just because of a boy.
“If we’re going to force ourselves to work together for Potions, then we have to at least be on speaking terms with each other.” Icestone began, earning a small nod from George.
“We need proper communication, okay?” She continued, earning another nod.
Y/N nodded at George’s acknowledging nod. “So how about we figure this out and start again?” She offered.
“Yes, I would like that very much. Thank you.” The Gryffindor carefully began, sneaking a look at the girl’s expression before continuing.
“And, I’m sorry. For everything. For ruining our potions the last weeks and for dragging you to detention with me. I didn’t mean it, I swear! It was just an accident.” George reasoned, rambling in the middle of his explanation.
The girl merely nodded to show how she was listening to every word. “So, friends?” asked George as he offered a hand towards the girl.
Icestone’s cold eyes burned holes at the back of the boy’s hand, contemplating whether to shake it or not.
Truthfully, the girl’s objective was to make them go in speaking terms again. They didn’t have to be friends, really. They just needed to communicate in potions class so that her grade doesn’t descend even further.
Also, Icestone was not sure what being friends with George Weasley would bring her. Would it bring her the peace that she wanted? Or would it just mess up her head even more? What would be the consequences of shaking the ginger’s big warm hand? Was she prepared for those consequences?
But nonetheless, the girl took the risk of compromising. She really wanted the good grades. “Friends.”
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Turns out being friends with George Weasley didn’t give any harm towards Y/N Icestone. In fact, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
No, it wasn’t as if their previous midnight escapades at the astronomy tower resumed. It wasn’t as if they’d greet each other whenever they passed by each other. And no, it wasn’t as if they spent some time in the library to study. No, nothing was like that.
Their interaction remained inside the potion’s classroom. And it was refreshing, really. Y/N Icestone didn’t have to dread attending the class anymore. She finally had proper teamwork with her partner and her grades were starting to stabilize once again.
Additionally, everyone always tried to be an insider towards the girl’s life. And truthfully? The girl didn’t want another set of rumors about herself and the Gryffindor rekindling their love or some other type of rubbish flying around the school.
“Wanna know a secret?” George suddenly asks, making Y/N steal a quick glance at him.
“Sure.” She muttered, resuming her work on squeezing the juice out of the beetle for today’s potion work.
“The first task involves dragons.” The ginger whispered, looking proud at himself.
“Dragons?! What are they gonna do with them? Fight them?” The girl asked, shocked.
“Yup.”
“But...isn’t that dangerous?”
George gave her a nod. “It is. The Triwizard tournament involves 3 extremely dangerous tasks anyways.”
Aside from the information about the Triwizard tournament, the Slytherin was rather amazed at how the Gryffindor got the information.
“You really have a way around things, don’t you? How did you find out anyway?” Asked Y/N.
“My older brother, Charlie, brought them here. He works with dragons.”
However, even if Icestone and Weasley’s friendship remained during potions, the Slytherin was not free from her best friend’s concerned interrogation.
“What’s up with you and Weasley?” Daphne suddenly asks one night when the two were preparing to go to bed.
“We’re friends, I guess.” Answered Y/N.
The raven-haired girl sat on her bed, moving towards Icestone’s to lay down beside her, facing her.
“You can’t be just friends with your ex-boyfriend!” She exclaimed, earning a raised brow.
“Why not?”
“Well, because he’s your ex!” Daphne said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Icestone chuckled, placing a hand on top of the Greengrass. “Relax, Daph! It wasn’t like...anything in our previous relationship was real.”
“But you felt real emotions, didn’t you?”
“Well, that was on me!” Y/N reasoned. “It’s not like I have feelings for him, anymore.”
Instead of getting a verbal response from Daphne, all Y/N received was an unamused look.
“Okay, maybe I do but I’m trying to move on! Like I said Daphne, what we used to be will never be again. We’re just not...compatible.”
Icestone’s best friend’s lips curled into a smirk.
“You know, I read something in a magazine before. You can’t be just friends with your ex. Or, you can be friends but that only means that one still likes the other.”
“Well, the one who likes the other is definitely not me.” Y/N denied.
Daphne gave her a raised brow. “Then it’s Weasley?”
“No! I don’t even know if he really did like me. Even if he did, I like to think that he didn’t. The thought makes it easier to move on. Besides, all those are behind us now. Right now, we’re just friends. Really.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt again, Y/N.”
“I won't, Daph. I won’t.”
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Meanwhile, inside Fred and George’s shared dorm with their best friend, Lee, who was actually nowhere to be seen.
“So you’re telling me...you and Icestone are back to being friends?” The older twin tried to confirm, not really impressed with the idea.
George answered with a nod and a short “yeah.”, earning a raised brow from his twin.
“Why are you back to being friends? That’s impossible!” Fred exclaimed, shaking his head as he paced around the room.
“Why can’t we be friends? I think being friends is much better than being strangers. It gives us peace, you know? We don’t really fight during potions anymore.” The younger ginger reasoned.
“Peace?!” Fred repeated. “Be honest with me, Georgie. Are you really at peace? Is your heart at peace? I know you know that you can’t be just friends with your ex!”
Fred’s words started to sync into George’s mind. Was he really at peace after all the chaos that has happened in the past few months? Was he really at peace after being friends with Y/N Icestone despite still having real and genuine feelings for her? Was he really at peace even if answers to his questions were not being handed to him? Even if there was still no closure between them?
But then again, being friends with the girl than being enemies was much better, right? At least he still saw her. At least he still talked to her.
Is that enough?
“You know what, Fred? I can’t be just friends with Y/N Icestone.” The younger ginger declared, standing up from his bed.
“I want her back, Freddie. But I don’t know what to do. What should I do?” He continued.
The older ginger gave him a wide grin, patting his back. “Dear, dear, George. How about a plan b?”
“Plan b?”
Fred nodded. “Yeah, plan b. B that stands for ‘boy I realized that I can’t live without you and that you’re the one that I want so please take me back’”
“That’s such a long name.” Grunted George, shaking his head from left to right.
“Oh, no need to be intimidated by it. I can guarantee you that this is 100% going to work.” Fred assured his twin as a million thoughts flooded his mind, one by one constructing a blueprint inside his head to help his brother.
George sighed, unsure as the look of his worn-out pajamas came into his view. “I don’t know, Fred. The last time you and I made a plan that involved Y/N Icestone, it broke my heart. It broke her heart!”
“That is why we’re gonna mend it back!” Fred said enthusiastically.
“How?” asked the younger ginger with uncertainty.
Suddenly, George found himself alone in their dorm after Fred came running out and towards the common room.
“Angelina!” George heard Fred call. Shaking his head afterward with the thought: how is Angelina going to help with me getting back Y/N Icestone? Fred will probably just flirt with her all throughout.
“What do you want, Fred?” Huffed Angelina, annoyed at the look of a wide-grinned Fred because it could only mean one thing; mischief.
“You in?” He asked without any other context, earning a confused Gryffindor chaser. However, the expression on the boy’s face didn’t falter.
After a few moments of silence, the girl eventually understood what the tall ginger was pertaining to. They did talk about it previously anyway.
This time, it was Angelina’s turn to call somebody. “Alicia!”
The other Gryffindor chaser stood from her seat, excusing herself from the study group she currently was in before approaching her teammates. “Angie, you called?”
The dark-skinned girl turned to look at her, her expression the same with the boy; a wide grin.
“You know that one time when you told me that you owe me because I covered you up from McGonagall for sneaking into the Ravenclaw tower that one night?”
“Yes…”“Well, now’s the time to pay it back.”
Fear started to spread in Alicia Spinnet’s eyes. “I don’t think I like where this is going…” she remarked.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it.”
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The next Monday morning, as Y/N Icestone made her way towards the Great hall, alone (for the reason that Daphne just had the habit of waking up much earlier than her to do all her morning rituals before starting the day), the Slytherin noticed how students of different houses passed on information with each other like it was their form of the morning paper.
Typical. The Slytherin thought.
But she wouldn’t lie, she too, was curious about what baseless rumors are being passed around this week. Last week, it was how Harry Potter would probably lose the first round in the first task for the Triwizard tournament. Draco even made it worse for the boy who lived by making his goons hand out pins that state “Potter Stinks”. Y/N thought it was childish but boys will be boys.
What even made her curious is the way people stared at her, looking at her up and down as if she was a piece of meat.
I mean, she was used to people keeping an eye on her, she did have a good sense of fashion and her presence alone demanded attention, but something was different for today. Why? Because as people gossiped, they were looking at her.
“What’s everyone gossiping about these days?” Y/N asked her cat, Lixie, who she was carrying in her arms.
“Would you really like to know?” The cat replied, still feeling sleepy.
“That’s why I asked, didn’t I?”
Lixie yawned, kneading his paws. “Seems like Weasley got himself a new girlfriend.”
“Fred and Angelina became official?!” The girl asked, shocked.
“No.”
“Ron and...some girl from Gryffindor?” The girl asked, unsure.
“No!” The cat hissed, clearly getting annoyed at the girl’s obliviousness. “It’s George, Y/N.”
“Oh.” Icestone let out.
I guess Lixie’s response gave her the understanding as to why people were staring at her. The gossip was about her ex-boyfriend.
Surprisingly, she didn’t feel anything negative from the information. It was better than she expected. She didn’t feel blue, hatred, or any remorse at all. Although she felt a little annoyed at how the people still associated her with the Gryffindor.
“Who is it then?” she pondered.
No matter who she thought it was, none of them really matched George. But maybe it was someone she didn’t know. After all, there were a lot of students from Gryffindor that she had no idea of.
“I don’t know and I don’t really care. I heard she’s not even pretty.” Lixie shared, hoping to close the topic so that he may get back to his nap.
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Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table where the center of this week’s school gossip was located, was an annoyed yet slightly scared Alicia Spinnet.
“I swear to Godric, Fred, if the Slytherins find out about this and make fun of me, I’m gonna tell Angelina to kick you off the team.” The girl grunted as she displayed a balled fist for the older Weasley twin.
“Too bad she can’t do that ‘cause I’m literally one of the best beaters this team has ever had.” Fred teased, sticking a tongue out.
Instead of the twins sitting beside each other like they usually do, Fred was seated in front of George who’s back was facing the Slytherin table. Beside George was Alicia while Lee was beside Fred.
Today’s mission was to earn the attention of the Slytherin in which all George and Alicia had to do was sit beside each other after Lee purposely spread rumors about them dating. Additionally, to know whether the mission was a success or a failure, Lee and Fred were there to monitor everything.
“Then I’ll tell her your secret!” Alicia challenged, crossing her arms in front of her.
“What secret?” Fred hesitated, nervousness starting to engulf him.
“I know you like her, Freddie!” gloated Alicia.
“Oh yeah? Well, what is there to be afraid of? I’m no coward, I’m a Weasley!”
“Lee, any news?” George queried after shaking his head at Alicia and Fred’s antics.
“The snake just entered the hall,” Lee reported, quietly keeping an eye on the walking Slytherin as she took her usual seat on her house’s table.
“She is seated in front of Malfoy. She’s also beside Greengrass and they’re whispering.” The boy continued.
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As Y/N took her usual seat beside the 6th year Greengrass, she noticed the girl being more ecstatic compared to every other morning. The girl was glowing, her grin was wide and a shade of pink flooded her cheeks. It seems like she was announcing something very important, seeing the tablemates’ attention focused solely on her.
At least something different was being talked about at Slytherin. Y/N thought, internally smiling at herself.
The Icestone heir observed all the attentive faces, her eyes landing on the blonde boy in front of her, the Italian boy seated next to the blonde, then the quiet boy who always had a book in hand who had the same shade of pink on his cheeks.
A thought entered the mind of the Slytherin, theorizing what her observations meant but deciding to find out to confirm everything.
Y/N bumped her shoulders to the girl beside her, whispering. “Daphne? What’s going on?”
Greengrass turned to face her, her eyes shining. “Turns out, my parents found me a match! I just received the owl.”
The Icestone mirrored the girl’s smile. “Well, you seem happy about it, Who is it?”
The boy seated next to Blaise Zabini let out a cough, making Greengrass steal a glance before turning back to her best friend.
“Theodore Nott.” Daphne giggled.
The smile on Icestone’s face dropped, cold eyes piercing the mentioned boy as she put on her most intimidating look.
“Alright, Nott. You listen here-” She began.
“Oh, poor boy.” Malfoy murmured, shaking his head with a smirk plastered around his face.
“Don’t scare him!” Greengrass scolded, smacking her best friend on the arm.
“I’m just kidding!” Icestone snickered before laughing at the boy’s terrified look.
“Cheer up, Theodore. I’m only joking.” She assured.
“But oh! I’m so happy for you, Daph! You were always waiting for this day to come, weren’t you?” Y/N commented before giving the raven-haired girl a side hug.
“Congrats best friend! We’re both betrothed!” Daphne beamed, returning the hug.
A series of falling silverware started to fill the Slytherin table, making the two girls pull away at the sound.
Icestone’s head became flooded with confusion, especially after seeing the shocked look on Draco and his friends’ faces. She slightly tilted her head, trying to figure out what was happening.
Eyeing all the tables at the Great hall one by one - Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, then Slytherin, everything started to make sense when the majority of her housemates had their jaws dropped, eyes towards her.
She couldn’t help but let her jaw drop too.
“Daphne...” she quietly called, trying to avoid everyone else present on the table.
“Bloody hell! I’m so sorry!” The girl agonized, her previously excited mood being replaced with guilt.
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“Oh Godric,” Lee happily murmured, face contorting into a smile.
“What?” Fred, not really monitoring the Slytherin, asked with uncertainty.
“Look over there!” Lee ordered, eyes never leaving the Icestone heir.
After following Lee’s line of sight, Fred turned his attention towards his twin, beaming at him. “She looks shocked. I think she saw George! I think it worked!” he chimed with triumph.
George felt his lips curling into a wide smile.
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Later that day, after Y/N’s last class with Professor McGonagall for transfiguration was dismissed, just before the girl headed back towards the dungeons, her arm was grabbed and she was pulled into an empty hallway.
Truthfully, the Slytherin felt like everything was a blur ever since the day started. Especially after breakfast at the Great hall.
Therefore, she wasn’t really focused on everything that was around her, causing her to grab her wand from her robes and point it at the intruder.
“Relax! It’s just me.” George assured, raising both his hands into a surrendering position.
Icestone looked at the boy up and down, keeping her wand away before crossing her arms.
“What do you want?” She mused, tapping her feet impatiently.
The tall Gryffindor furrowed his brows, staring down at the Slytherin. “Why are you so cranky today?” He pondered before shaking his head.
Y/N only gave him a grunt, hissing another “hurry up!” which made George grab the girl’s hand, placing a bag on top of it.
Icestone’s icy orbs stared at the bag. “What’s this?”
“Chocolate chip cookies, your favorite. To cheer you up, somehow,” replied George with a small smile plastered on his face.
George knew why the girl was so out of mood today. It was because she was jealous after rumors about him and Alicia started to spread around the school! And he planned on making her feel better by doing some good deeds. What more deed could be better than gifting the Slytherin her favorite sweets?
The Slytherin’s lips curled into a smirk. “You’re sure these aren’t raisins?” She teased.
“Hey! That was one time!”
Saving from turning the conversation into an awkward one, the girl muttered a quick “Thanks.”
“Good thing your girlfriend doesn’t get mad jealous when you do this kind of stuff with other girls.” Y/N mindlessly added, internally slapping herself at the comment.
She didn’t mean to let those sentences out, Y/N Icestone swears! It was at the tip of her tongue but she usually would’ve swallowed everything in. She didn’t know why words started to flow out of her mouth without any second thoughts.
“Girlfriend?” The Gryffindor repeated, feeling ecstatic on the inside.
George felt like he just won the lottery. Y/N’s statement just confirmed his theory of her being jealous.
“Is she not? People were talking about it though?” The Slytherin quipped, raising a brow.
George just gave a shrug for an answer.
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“You handed her cookies! What is she gonna think now, you stupid git!” Fred grunted, smacking his twin’s arm.
“She thought Alicia was my girlfriend! How fun is that?” replied George.
The older ginger shook his head in disbelief. “Sure, she thought that Alicia was your girlfriend but what kind of boyfriend will she think you’ll be? A boyfriend who goes out of their way to give gifts to their exes?!”
“Oh, Godric! You’re right! That was a stupid move” George agonized, massaging his temples.
Fred gave him a pat on the back, comforting him “It’s fine, Georgie. You’ll do better next time. ”
“If there is a next time.”
“No-”
The painting of the fat lady, which actually served as an entrance towards the Gryffindor common room, suddenly bursts open with an out-of-breath Ron Weasley who looked like he just came running away from a wild elephant together with his best friend, Harry Potter.
At their little brother’s disheveled appearance, the Weasley twins put their conversation to a halt as their attention was directed towards him.
“You would not know what I just heard at Divination class earlier!” Ron gushed, calling over Hermione and Ginny to join in their little circle for him to deliver the information he knew.
“What?” Hermione grunted, annoyed at the ginger for ruining her reading session as well as the thought of the stupid class.
“So you know how Gryffindor and Slytherin are always conveniently in the same class, right?” breathed Ron.
“Of course...they pair us with those snakes as if we’re actually going to get along…” Fred commented, shaking his head.
The 4th year Weasley ignored his brother’s remark and continued on. “Well, when me and Harry entered the room, Malfoy and his lot were talking and it looked serious.”
Ginny raised a brow towards his brother. “So, being the nosy boy you are, you eavesdropped?” She interrogated, displeased.
“Ginny, it looked important. I had to know because what if one of us is involved? What if they’re planning another thing that could hurt George?” Ron reasoned before raising his right hand to swat the air.
“But anyway, I heard Zabini scolding Malfoy. I know, hard to believe right? But he said something like the entirety of the Slytherin house finding out Malfoy’s most important secret.”
All the people included in their little bubble gave a small nod, acknowledging the young Weasley, getting more and more curious.
“And?” George pressed on, making Ron look directly into his eyes.
“I heard what the secret was!” He rejoiced, being proud of himself.
“They really should have kept their voices lower.” He added.
“Just get to the point, Ronald!” Exclaimed Hermione, clearly getting annoyed by the lack of information.
Gryfindor Snape: I do wish that Sirius was dead. In fact, I made up a song! I sing it every night before I go to sleep. [Singing] I just wish that Sirius was dead...
Remus: [Singing along] Point a wand at his head!
Sirius: What? Moony! How do you know that song?
Remus: It’s been in my dreams for years! Now it all makes sense! Oh, thank God! I thought I was crazy when I woke up with my wand in my hands!
Ricky Bowen - Gryffindor
A muggleborn who will never stop musing over the fact that cell phones don’t work at Hogwarts. He can usually be found in the common room, strumming along to his muggle guitar for the joy of a small audience of housemates, or not be found at all: he gets lost a lot while exploring the castle. He doesn’t even know what “think before you act” means and he can be lured into doing literally anything if he’s challenged to it; combined with his nonexistent sense of self preservation, this usually means he lands into trouble more often than he should. Lucky he has somewhat of a talent for charming his way out of messy situations, and it doesn’t hurt that his best friend is the nicest prefect that Hufflepuff has ever had.
“Dude, you can’t possibly pull this off!”
“Oh yeah?”
“My mother’s cousin. He defected when he became friends with James Potter, but ended up in Azkaban for a while before breaking out. What about him?”
“He was supposed to end up in Slytherin too.”
“...Why didn’t he then?”
“Because the Sorting Hat saw he would flourish in Gryffindor. It saw a sense of greatness in him that he didn’t see in himself. I know you may not think of it this way Draco, but you’re more like Sirius than people may want to admit. The Sorting Hat saw something in you, something that leaned more towards Gryffindor, than anything else in you that spoke about Slytherin. I think, personally, you’re doing much better as a Gryffindor than you ever would have if you had ended up in Slytherin the way you thought you needed to be.”
