george was one of those friends, you knew he liked you and you didn’t like him back, because you were in a secret relationship with Neville, George gives you the ick sometimes, he would be mad if another guy was even breathing the same air as you, he would always say “she’s mine!” yet you two weren’t even dating, you had to talk sense into him, and tell him the truth that you were taken.

you were in the green house with Neville, alone past curfew, the smell of plants and soil in the air, the herbology had gave Neville his very own key to the greenhouse so he can do with it as he pleases, Neville was just helping you with some homework untill George, Fred, and harry come in, George looks angry, Fred looks tired, and harry looks awkward.

“So this is were you were, on a date with longbottom?” he says, jealously pure in his eyes. “Your supposed to be mine.” He says. And you finally snapped, who does this guy think he is, your his? You are yours, not his.

you slap his in the face hard. “you don’t own me, I’m not one of your many toys Weasley, and listen up because I’m only saying this once, I’m dating Neville, so yes what if this is a date, what can you do”