Anger fuelled your hastened pace as you stomped through the halls searching for your victim. It wasn't as though you were just out for blood. No that would be ridiculous. You had a specific target that you wanted dead, however you weren't quite certain where they were.

As you moved through the halls of Hogwarts, your fellow students parted like the red sea, allowing you through, not wishing to be demolished by your anger and pure hatred. You weren't to go down another corridor in search of him, when a hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you back towards whomever had grabbed you.

You went to argue with the person that grabbed your wrist, wanting to rip their arm from their shoulder for so much as touching you for that split second. As soon as your eyes connected with his, your expression soften and your anger settled slightly.

"George," you sighed attempting to seem like a sane person, not as if you were about to commit a murder.

"Hello love, are you okay?" He smiled warmly at you.

"Just peachy," you stated, not meaning to be so bitter with your words but it was uncontrollable.

He laughed, letting go of your wrist, draping his arms over your shoulders to pull you to him. "Are you sure of that? You have crazy eyes again."

You narrowed your eyes at him. Having been together for a while, he had gotten used to your expressions when you were annoyed, deeming it as that you had crazy eyes when you became infuriated.

"I don't have crazy eyes. I'm just about the squash a Slytherin into the ground," you stated in as much of an innocent tone as you could muster.

He frowned at you seeming concerned as he held you close. "Malfoy?"

You nodded.

"What did he do?" He asked. "Did he hurt you?"

You shook your head. "No. He called Hermione... that word. They have known each other for three years and he can't overlook his blood supremacy the insolent swine. She says it doesn't bother her, but Seamus told me her had to help a first year after he called them it. A first year. He needs to be taught some bloody manners. I cannot stand be stuck in a school knowing someone so repugnant is walking these halls."

George gave you a sympathetic smile, as you became flushed red with your anger showing on your cheeks.

"And why are you taking it upon yourself to talk to him? Why don't you speak to a teacher or leave it to Fred and me to get him back," he offered.

"Do you not think I am capable of standing up for them? He may not have ever called me that, but I know if given the chance he would. And I cannot stand idly by that," you frowned.

George gently raised your chin with his finger so that you looked him in the eyes. His gentle and kind features instantly settled the fury that rushed through you.

"I know you can stand up for yourself, and everyone else around you. But you don't have to. You're not exactly intimidating love, it might help to get someone who Malfoy may fear to have some choice words with him."

You pouted at the redhead in front of you.

"I am intimidating," you frowned at him.

He chuckled shaking his head, before pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.

"You are as intimidating as a puppy my dear," he smiled.

"You aren't funny Weasley. I can be intimidating," you stated.

Rolling his eyes, he pulled you into a tighter embrace, resting his chin onto the top of your head as your arms laced around his middle.

"Of course you can be," he laughed. "But excuse me if I don't quake at the sight of you."

"I hate you," you muttered.

"Love you too."

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Written by Charlotte.

I thought that I had posted this but I can't find it so I have reposted it.