Hey there everyone! Just thought I'd start another story, starring one of the (in)famous Weasley twins, George, because everyone loves them! Except if you don't. Well, I've been interested in this story for a long time, so I'm just gonna try it. Now, I'm writing this in Harry's 6th year (before the HBP comes out) so some things early on may not and probabaly won't go along with HBP, but I think that's alright, since technically, this isn't a story about Harry. In fact, it may not have a lot of Ron, Hermione or Harry in it, just a few appearances.
So, I suppose you could call this AU.
Story Title: For Good
Disclaimer: If I were JKR and was about to make Goodness-only-knows-how-much on my next book, I highly doubt I would be writing this. So don't sue me please! Also, part of the summary & the title is based on the song 'For Good' from the musical 'Wicked'.
Chapter One: Meeting George
I remember the day I met him. Looking back it seemed insignificant, but now I can easily pinpoint the moment that my life moved drastically off track from what I'd always assumed it would be.
Of course, I had heard of him. Gryffindor beater, infamous prankster, public enemy number two of Slytherin house. After, of course, Harry Potter and the two groupies he liked to call 'friends'. One half of the walking circus that was more commonly known as the Weasley twins.
But they didn't know me. Fortunately.
Not that I hadn't done my fair share to make their lives hard. Draco and I were quite good friends, although he preferred hanging out with Crabbe and Goyle, since they were his puppets. So I chose to converse with Pansy.
We had it quite nicely. As Draco's friends, and members of very influential families, we were treated very well by other Slytherins. We knew people looked up to us, and we used it to our advantage.
Draco always called me beautiful, but he was always a dear to me. We came to depend on each other for advice. We were like brother and sister.
I was always told I was classified in the 'petite' category. I was roughly 5'2, and thin. I did have a womanly figure, though, for which I was thankful for, since I dreaded growing up to become a girl with no figure, looking as boyish as possible. I had ash blonde hair that fell down just a few inches past my shoulder in waves, which I despised, so I constantly wore straight. I had a small nose, sprinkled with freckles. I also had freckles on my shoulders, a great embarrassment to me, and something Draco constantly teased me about. I had a small mouth that often was formed into a mocking smirk. I had large eyes that always appeared much too large for my face, although my parents assured me I would grow into them.
But I didn't.
Another point that Draco teased me about.
I don't think I was ever a hateful person. I was mean, but with due cause. And a lot of the time, I got really angry when people would look at my green scarf and glare at me. Before I had even done anything. For all these Muggles we supposedly 'hate' we sure seem to get a lot more discrimination than they do. Bloody babies.
But, at that time, I didn't care. I was sneaky, ambitious, manipulative, resourceful, clever, everything that a Slytherin could be, although I'll admit, I wasn't as clever as other students. Well, I'd admit it to myself, but never to them.
Every Slytherin has to have some level of arrogance. I was no different. I had a cool demeanor, and didn't care what other people thought of me.
Because I was better than them.
And I had friends. We laughed, although sometimes it was at other people, and we trusted each other, which was something I always craved.
Most people wouldn't think a Slytherin capable of wanting that, but that was mostly because people choose to see what they wanted to.
I hadn't known that George would be any different.
Boy, was I wrong.
But anyway, back to the day we met. Draco and I were staying Diagon Alley, his father and my mother attended to some business. They say this very delicately, as if we don't know what they mean.
Death Eater business. As uncomfortable as it made me, I knew it was something I'd have to get used to eventually.
Not that I didn't agree with the Dark Lord's agenda. But bowing down to anyone left a bad taste in my mouth, as did the mass slaughter of people who, as annoying as they were, couldn't help being born to parents without magic.
It was about a month until Draco and I went off to our sixth year at Hogwarts, and I could not wait. I missed my friends, my dorm, the feeling I got when I used magic.
So, that day, Draco and I decided it would be fun to invite Crabbe and Goyle to do some shopping. Well, Draco decided. I myself wasn't a fan of either Crabbe or Goyle, mostly because they seemed incapable of speech.
Therefore, I was shopping by myself, but had promised to meet up with them at 3 o'clock to grab a late lunch.
So I was walking along, humming to myself. I had just taken my kitten Leila, to the pet store. The witch there was going to put a spell on her that would make her stay a kitten for much longer than she normally would. Some say this lengthens a cat's life and makes it stronger and more immune to common diseases.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice where I was walking. But I sure did get a wake up call when I smashed into someone.
"Oh...ouch" I winced, having landed on the ground, my bags scattering around me.
"Oh, wow, sorry about that." A voice said above me, struggling to keep the laughter out of his voice.
Sure, you can laugh, you're not the one sitting on your bum hoping your things don't get trampled.
"Whatever." I muttered, and started gathering my things.
"Lemme help you." The voice said. I rolled my eyes, but he didn't see it. Yes, he should help me! It was his bleeding fault in the first place.
So, after picking up half my bags and standing them next to me, I stood up and quickly brushed my robes off. I shook my head, and looked up at the klutz who knocked me over, intending to give him a piece of my mind.
Merlin. It's a Weasley. One of the twins, don't know which. Don't really care either. Just what I needed to cap off my day.
"Yeah, but really, I'm sorry about that. You see, I was running from-" He started to explain, but I cut him off.
Because I didn't care who he was running from, and I certainly didn't have the time to listen to his inevitably boring story.
"It's alright." I said coolly, but politely, "I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." He grinned at me and stuck out his hand. I cringed inwardly but took it.
This is the price I pay for being polite.
"George Weasley" Ah, so it was George. The one who beat Draco up last year. Arse. Just because of a little song.
A song that I made up the tune to.
"Lexi" I stated, not offering a last name while shaking his hand. I then started to walk past him.
"Hogwarts?" He asked, walking alongside me.
"Mhm. I thought you said you were running from someone." I asked, eager for him to leave.
"Ah, it's alright. What year are you in?" He brought the subject back.
"Really? My little brother is there too, Ron!" He looked at me.
"Yes, I know. And I don't think he would appreciate you calling him little." I glanced at him.
He wasn't bad looking, as far as redheads go. Certainly better looking than Percy was. Yuck. He looked a bit toned, probably from Quidditch, and he always seemed to have a grin on his face. His eyes had a sparkle to them, like he was in a joke that no one else knew about.
"You know Ickle Ronniekins?" He asked, surprised. I giggled, which made him grin.
"I know of him. Ickle Ronniekins?" I asked, thinking of all the ways this newfound nickname could make the youngest Weasley squirm.
"I thought as much, because I would've remembered if he would've been hanging out with you." George changed his grin into a smile.
Oh, please. I blanched inwardly. He honestly wasn't trying to flirt with me, was he? I raised my eyebrow at him, amused.
"So, what do you know of him?" He asked, mimicking me, but not in a cruel way. His eyes were still sparkling.
"I know that," I paused. "He's a prefect with Hermione Granger. And...he has red hair. And is tall. And hangs out with Harry Potter." I finished.
"Not much. You know Harry and Hermione too? Or just of them?" We continued walking.
"Who doesn't know Harry Potter?" I asked "And as for Hermione, I know about as much about her as Ron. Prefect, smart, tight-laced" George laughed at that one, "Hangs out with the other two. Oh, and she went to the Yule Ball with Viktor Krum."
This was about as much as I wanted to know about all three of them. But if George had an embarrassing nickname for either of them as well, I certainly wouldn't object to hearing it.
"Tight-laced. That would be her, alright." I laughed, seeing a Gryffindor talk about the Perfect Prefect Granger like that.
"She gave me a detention once. I don't think I like her very much." I commented.
"Why'd she give you a detention?" George was curious.
"Well, I was out past curfew. And I suppose I did make some insinuations about her and your brother involving a broom closet." George burst into laughter, and we stopped. "But honestly! They bicker like an old married couple!"
George had stopped laughing, but a smile was still on his face. "No wonder she gave you a detention. Even I know not to say that to her."
I looked at my watch. As pleasant and informative as this discussion was, I still didn't like hanging out with a Gryffindor. A former Gryffindor.
"Well, I have to go, I'm meeting my friends for lunch." George looked a bit put out.
"Stop by my shop sometime." He said, I shrugged, thinking that I'd sooner snap my wand and live as a Muggle.
"Sometime, maybe." I turned to walk away. I looked over my shoulder, George was watching me go.
"George." I started, "I was rather impressed by your grand exit last year." He looked quite pleased with himself.
"Mhm. Just thought you'd like to know." I smiled and walked away, thinking of picking up my kitten before leaving to meet Draco.
My smiled widened as I thought of going back to Hogwarts.
Perhaps I could ask Draco to instigate a little fight with Weasley.
'Ickle Ronniekins' I thought with a laugh.
My thoughts turned to the Weasley I'd just met. I never understood why they were in that house full of goody-goodies anyways. He and his twin were definitely cunning enough to be in Slytherin.
But, he was a Gryffindor, at the end of the day.
I was a Slytherin.
Maybe I should check out his shop. Just to see how stupid it is.
Because I, Lexi Conrad, did not associate with riff-raff like the Weasleys and their comrades, Granger and Potter.
And I didn't think I wanted to start, either. I've heard things, nothing but trouble comes from that Potter boy.
Bloody Boy-Who-Lived. Gets so much attention because he has a dent in his head.
Shouldn't think that. Potter is very important to our cause.
My parents' cause!
That's what makes me different, I suppose. I don't whole-heartedly support Voldemort. When this war heats up though, I need to choose a side.
I'll choose the side that will keep me alive.
Hey guys, hope you enjoyed!
REVIEW PLEASE! It would mean so much, and lift my spirit.
Next chapter: George finds out Lexi is a Slytherin, and isn't pleased. Lexi stops at the joke shop, and runs into the Golden Trio. And gets very, very disgruntled.
Updated 6/24/13 for spelling and just general dialogue changes.