Love and Hatred are almost equal(a George Weasley love story)

(Sorry. First one got erased. idk how)

Name: Jessica Stephanie
Hair: Black with blue streaks
Eye: Milk Chocolate brown
Hogwarts year: 6th

Info: Bffs are Weasleys, Gryffindor chaser, has a jealous boyfriend, hates when peeps make fun of her friends, very adventrous, dosen't care about being popular, funny, friendly, Gryffindor

Chapter 1

Meet my Bffs and Bf

You know how you can have a guy as your friend and you only think of him as your friend, or brother? Well, that's how it is between me and the twins. Ever since first year, we've been best friends. So when I woke up on the morning of Hogwarts, I wasn't surprised to see Fred and George.
"Time to wake up." Fred said. I slither out of the bed and see that George is only wearing boxers, but that dosen't bother me because I've seen both of them in speedos (Both awkward and funny)
"Get out." I say.
"Why?" George asks.
"Are you guys pervs? I need to get dressed." I say.
"Sorry." George says, holding his hands up in surrender. They left and I changed into a pair of blue jean shorts and a orange shirt.

Two hours later, while waiting at the train station with the twins, somone wrapped there arms around my waist, and hoisted me in the air. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Micheal! Put me down!" I say. he does, then starts snogging me.
"Hey, Michele- I mean Micheal." Fred said. Micheal stops snogging me and glares at them.
"Hey Weasles." He says. I cleared my throat. "I mean Weasleys." he corrects.
"We have names, you know." Fred said.
"Yeah, I know, but that would mean having to remebering them-" Micheal starts to say.
"Yes, and that would push your brain way past your limits of capabilty." George said, sounding furious. Micheal glares at the twins for a minute, then pulls me through the pillars.

~George's Pov~

I was so furious. Micheal knew that we hated him, ecspecially me. I think that the only reason why he's with Jessica is because he knows it kills me. The reason why is because I love Jessica. And not just as a friend or sister, like how she thinks of me.
I've loved her since the third year, after she jinxed a sixth year who had cursed me. She stayed with me in the hospital, even when I looked like a de-formed troll for six hours.
"George. Calm down." I heard Fred say. I hadn't noticed, but my hands were balled up in fist. When I released them, there were nail markings on my palms.
"I know you don't like him, but you look like you were about to murder him." Fred said. He knew I liked Jess, but when around Micheal, he couldn't exactly tell which emotions where which.
"Well, come on. We've got to find a compartment." I said. We ran through the barrier and got on the train. We found Lee Jordan and a couple other kids, and I almost forgot why I was angry.

~Normal POV~

Micheal pulled me into a empty compartment and sat me down.
"What's wrong, Micheal?" I asked, because he had a frustrated look on his face.
"I don't see why you hang out with those losers." He said.
"Because they've been my best friends since first year." I said.
"I think you could of picked better friends." He said. I sighed. "Anyway, I've got some serious things to say."
"Okay." I said.
"So. We've been dating for awhile now, and we both like each other alot. Right?"
"Well, I want to take things to the next level." Micheal got down on one knee, pulled out a box, and opened it, showing a small gold and red ring. I was shocked.
"Oh my god! Your not propsing, are you?! I'm sixteen and we've been dating for two years!" I said, horrified.
"What? No! I'm not proposing to you like that. It's a promise ring. The muggles use it for people they care about. Jessica, if you except this ring, it will show that you will wait till we are old enough to get married. This ring shows that you care enough about me to stay faithful till the end. So, will you take it?" He asked. I just nodded my head. Micheal smiled, put the ring on my finger, and tackled me with a hug and started snogging me.

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