A/N: Just an idea I had from a weird dream I had ages ago. I hope you like it. Oh, and reviews would be nice :)
"Jane Colton and Alenia Vane, I am going to kill you."
"Come on, Charlie, you've been feeling awful ever since Seamus dumped you. It's not your fault he went off with my sister." said Aly as she tugged on the sleeve of my purple sweatshirt.
"Wow, Aly, way to be sensitive. Anyway, Charlie, you've gotta get out some more. And, I, Jane Colton , will help you, Charlotte Jackson, feel better." I rolled my eyes. They seemed to think I was upset about Romilda and Seamus going at it at the party thrown for the defeat of Voldemort. That's not why I'm upset. Of course not. I'm not mad that my best friend's sister got off with my boyfriend right after I had just woken up from a concussion from getting hit with a rock from the explosion that killed the brother of one of the oldest and nicest pureblood families. I'm not mad that the first thing I saw as I walked into the otherwise happy Great Hall was my boyfriend making out with Romilda. That's definitely not why I'm upset. Not even close.
Okay, so I'm lying.
They each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me into the car. "Where are we going? And was it really necessary to blindfold me?"
"Yes. It adds to the dramatic tension. Now, where are the directions?" said Aly from the front seat.
I heard rustling and then Janie's jubilant, "Got em!"
We drove for about 10 minutes, all of which I was silent. I was a bit annoyed about the whole "Let's kidnap Charlie and drag her somewhere she has no desire to be!" and I was much happier at home, watching happy Disney movies and eating mounds of Honeydukes chocolate, while marveling at how, no matter how their lives suck at the beginning, they always turn out right in the end.
The car stopped after a bit. Aly reached back and untied my blindfold and my hands. She and Janie pulled me into a club. I looked around, and I had to admit there were some seriously hot guys around.
"Ooh, look, Charlie redheads! You luuuuuuuuurve redheads!" Redheads. Irish. Seamus. For some reason, I felt my stomach drop and I have a feeling my face turned red. My friends seemed to notice, considering my clenched fists must have been a giveaway."Erm, wrong thing to say?"
"Nice going, Janie." said Aly with her signature why-am-I-stuck-with-these-idiots look. She always has one of those looks around us. With Janie and me being Gryffindors and Aly being the lone Ravenclaw, she tends to have to reign in what is known as "Gryffindor stupidity".
The three of us went to the bar to get sodas, and looked around to see if we saw anyone we knew. We didn't. I sat down on the barstool and drank my soda, while trying to find someone who didn't remind me of Seamus. I.e., not red hair (because that reminded me about Irish not brown eyes, not brown hair or brown eyes
"I still don't see the point in me being here, considering I'm definitely not in an outfit for clubbing." I stated, gesturing to my sweater and shorts. I looked like I just came from soccer practice.
I set down my Sprite and grabbed Janie's arm. "Come on, I'm bored. We're dancing." The minute I said this, the beat of a techno song began pounding through the speakers. Janie grabbed Aly and the three of us went out on to the dance floor. We began swiveling our hips to the beat when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I felt more than heard someone whisper into my ear, "Wanna dance?"
"Ginevra Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, I am going to kill you."
"George, you need to get out of this hole you've dug yourself into. It's been 3 months since Fred died. I know that's not a lot of time, but you seriously need to get out." Ginny grabbed my arm and brought me into the club, where pounding music was playing. My heart lurched as I realized I could only hear it through one ear. Hermione patted me on the arm. She must have seen my face.
Unfortunately, so did the not-so-sensitive Ginny.
"Oh, for heaven's sake George. THIS is why you need to get out. Fred was our brother too," I flinched at the name as if someone had hit me, "so we miss him too. But Fred wouldn't have wanted you wandering around like a lost puppy. He'd probably smack you if he saw how miserable you are. You've let your shop go to shambles. George, for our sake, for your sake, in memory of Fred, please pull yourself together!" she shouted sternly. She hit me on the arm.
I just stared at Ginny. Sure, her means of comfort were more from the get-a-hold-of-yourself-you-baby kind of way, but they help. I took a deep breathe and opened my mouth to speak.
"Uh-uh, no talking. You need to go over there, see the cute blonde? See her? Okay, now look next to her at the cute brunette. Pick one. Go over and ask them to dance." said Ron with a smirk.
"But what if they're – "
"GO!!" they all said collectively.
I looked at the two girls they pointed out, and started toward the blonde one. But then I spotted another girl with them. She was definitely not wearing a clubbing outfit. In a purple sweat shirt and denim shorts, with her long, brown, purple-streaked hair pulled back in a messy bun, I could tell she was more my type. I took a deep breath and started walking toward them, shaking my hair over the not-ear on my right. I saw one of the girls look my way and heard them laughing. I couldn't do it.
"Guys, I can't - "
"Yes, George, you can," said Harry as he physically turned me around and pushed me in the other direction.
"But they were laughing at me! Didn't you see?" I turned back around and gestured to the three girls.
"George. They said something about redheads. That's all. I can read lips, and I'm pretty sure that's what they said. They aren't even looking over here anymore. They're at the bar getting drinks." said Hermione consolingly.
"Well, then, I guess I missed my chance!"
"No you didn't." Ron shoved me in the direction of where the girl was, then turned his attention away from me. "Hey, Mione, wanna read my lips?" Ron leaned in to kiss her and I started walking away from the scene. I hated watching my little brother make out with his girlfriend. Especially since I had known them both for forever.
I resumed my slow but steady walk over to the three girls at the bar. They got up off the barstools and started walking towards the dance floor, so I went that way instead. Purple Shirt had her back turned and I took a deep breathe. She started dancing and I caught my breath, noticing that she wasn't quite the wallflower I first took her for. Mustering all the confidence I could, I stepped behind her, and lightly tapped her on her shoulder. "Wanna dance?"