Intro. George Weasley walked the halls of the Academy, with that confident smile that always characterized him, while holding T/n's hand. Being with her made him feel invincible, as if nothing could go wrong. He knew that not everyone was happy with their relationship: Angelina, his ex, was looking at him from afar with a frown, her lips pressed together in a jealous grimace, unable to bear to see them together. And Draco, T/n's ex, crossed his arms with a serious expression, his eyes filled with discontent and hurt pride, feeling like he'd lost something he should never have let go.
"Are you sure it's okay?" T/n whispered, squeezing George's hand, nervous from the tension in the air.
"Of course I do," he replied confidently. Let them talk. They don't know what we have. He hugged her lightly, giving her a kiss on the forehead, as a reminder that they were together and nothing could separate them.
Angelina snorted, giving a withering look. Seeing them together makes me sick.
Draco advances