Madison Potter and the Half Blood Prince

Chapter 20: Hello, It's Me...

I was on the couch at the Burrow, a pencil in my hand. Staring down blankly at the assignment from Slughorn, I gave a cry of distress. How was I supposed to do this!? I don't happen to have a cauldron with me, nor do I just happen to have a slug brain in my pocket.

Slughorn decided, apparently, that it would be fun to create the Draught of Living Death.

"Hey, George?" I called out. He was in the kitchen, eating one of his mom's treacle tarts.

"Huh?" He replied, his mouth stuffed, coming over to me.

He swallowed what was in his mouth and plopped down next to me, covering himself with the red fleece blanket that I was using.

"Do you guys have any slug brains?"

"No... You can only find the kind for the Draught of Living Death in Austria."

I groaned. "I don't know why Slughorn wants us to do this... Besides, this potion won't help me at all if I'm going to become a Healer..."

George shrugged. "I honestly don't know what to say... We could always go on an adventure to Austria."

I rolled my eyes. "That'd be fun, but not in this time we're in... It might be dangerous..."

He lay his head on my shoulder; I put my school stuff on the coffee table across from me.

"So why exactly did you get suspended?"

I sighed. "Well, I got very pissed at Dumbledore, and..."

I proceeded to tell him what happened. By the end, his mouth was agape.

"He wanted you to become a Death Eater?"

I nodded my head. "I kept telling him no, and... I think he won't put me in his will now."

"His will? He isn't going to die soon, right?" George asked, fear in his chocolate brown eyes.

I quietly replied, "I think he is, George."

It was silent for a moment until I told him something else. "And... I think that Hogwarts is going to be different next year. Something is going to happen... I can feel it..."

He pulled me close to him and looked me in the eyes.

"Even if it does, I will never, ever let anything happen to you."

"I won't let anything happen to you."

I took him by surprise and kissed him on the lips; after a moment he gave in and kissed me back.

It soon became a passionate kiss, and I shall forever thank god that nobody else was home, because it got pretty heated.

Let's just say it ended up with George on top of me with his shirt off, and me underneath him with my T-Shirt hanging off my shoulder; we were both still under the fleece though.

In a turn of events, I suddenly made a move and he ended up below me and I on top of him. I lay my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. We both fell into a peaceful state of bliss- until Fred decided to come and ruin it.

"HELLO, IT'S ME!" Fred yelled out, causing George to pout.

"But I was having fun," George whined, causing me to roll my green eyes.

"Hello from the other side! I must have called a thousand times!" Fred cried out again, obviously looking to see if anybody was home.

"But when I call you never seem to be home," he grumbled.

I laughed out loud. "But it clearly doesn't year you apart anymore!"

George grinned at me before kissing my nose.

I smiled back before kissing his cheek. He gave me an Eskimo kiss and then kissed my ear.

"Woah, woah, woah! This was not in the music video!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, covering his eyes with his hands.

I rolled my eyes. "Relax, you git. George only has his shirt off."

"I wish you had yours off," George whispered to me. I rolled my eyes and got off of him.

Fixing my shirt, I went up and gave Fred a hug.

"What you doing home, short stuff?" Fred asked me.

"I got suspended."

"Good job! We never got suspended, mostly because mum would kill us, or the pain of her sons home and creating even more havoc would make her die-"

I felt numb; I didn't listen to the rest of what Fred was saying.

Death.

Why was that such a thing lately?

Why was something about death and mothers coming up every chapter? (A/N: I BROKE THE FOURTH WALL AGAIN! HAHA!)

Why did every little thing involving family suddenly make me feel lonely?

It must be nice to receive letters from your family to assure you that their okay, and breathing a sigh of relief when you don't see their names in the obituaries in the Daily Prophet.

I don't need to worry about the obituaries, because my parents had theirs written fifteen years ago.

I can't have letters sent to me from my family.

"Hello? It's me," George's voice brought me back to reality.

I blinked and my eyes came back to focus.

"Huh?" I asked.

"You spaced out... Right after I started saying how mum would die..."

Fred gave a sudden look that said "Oh...."

I nodded. George, still lacking a shirt, pulled me into a hug.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay," I told Fred, giving him a small smile.

"Well you two were obviously in the middle of something..." Fred trailed off, changing the subject.

I rolled my eyes. "We were not!"

"Then why is George's shirt on the floor by the couch?" Fred arched an eyebrow.

Heat rose to my face.

"Okay, we were in the middle of something..."

"I will leave you to it, then."

"Fred-" I called out, giving him a nasty look. He ignored me and vanished.

What an imp.

"Well, at least we can go back to the couch," George optimistically said.

"God, we haven't done this in a while," I told him, kissing his cheek.

"Yeah, not since last year at Hogwarts."

"You might want to put your shirt on though. Your mum could come home at any time, along with Tonks with my homework for today."

"But we have time," George whined.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, alright."

Cuddling back on the couch, I found that it would be funny to tease George.

I sat next to him, his shirt still off and mine hanging off my shoulder once more. I grabbed my Herbology text book and grabbed a pencil. Opening the book to the assigned pages, I noticed it was a bunch of multiple choice questions. I groaned.

"What is it, love?" George asked me.

"What do Venomous Tentacula eat?" I asked him, truly not knowing the answer.

"Chizpurfles. And they spit out the carapaces when they're done," George informed me, kissing my cheek.

"Thanks," I smiled at him as I circled letter b.

"No problem. In fact, Herbology was one of my best subjects."

I wasn't surprised. He had to know some plants in order to make his products and some other plants in order to make the reliefs for them.

"What were the others?" I asked him, leaning into him and looking up at him.

"Well I was good in Transfiguration, and Defense. I was good in Potions, but Snape still gave me a hard time. Care of Magical Creatures was really good too. Oh- and Charms."

"So basically you were good at everything?"

He nodded. "Except History of Magic. That was horrid."

I nodded in agreement. It was horrible, and I was very thankful that I wasn't taking it this year.

"I love you, George," I told him, kissing his lips quickly.

"And I love you," he replied, kissing my nose.

He began to tickle my sides and I laughed. I made him stop by placing a hand on his face. He proceeded to lick it.

"Ew, gross!" I exclaimed.

"You love it."

"No, not particularly," I told him.

"Nobody likes my spit?" George pouted.

"No," I told him.

Being melodramatic, George gave a look of despair. I rolled my eyes and kissed his mouth, the taste of that treacle tart still there.

It was passionate and deep, and I found him placing butterfly kisses down my neck.

"Hello? It's me!" The familiar voice of Mrs. Weasley came to my ears.

"Oh, shit," George cursed, trying to find his shirt. Smirking, I fixed mine.

"Should have listened to me."

"Hello from the outside!" Mrs. Weasley called out once more, getting closer and closer to the living room.

"I must have called a thousand times!" George suddenly yelled back.

"You guys are all crazy. You guys like Adele, then?"

"Adele? Who the hell is Adele? Hey! That rhymed!"

So...

A nice and fluffy and lighthearted chapter.

It's probably going to be one of the last lighthearted one in this book, and we all know that the next book will hardly have any happy and lighthearted scenes.

So I guess I hope you guys really enjoyed it, because it could be a REALLY long time before something as lighthearted as this will come into play again.

Maybe if I can find some sad Adele lyrics to make a lighthearted chapter I will though, but I highly doubt it.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this!

THERE IS ONLY TEN DAYS UNTIL STAR WARS, BY THE WAY.