.Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.
Summary: George-Lavender fluff. Another story for the Christmas
Collection.
Nat's note: No flames! xD...yeah, these are really short.
Lavender glared at her mirror. Everyone seemed to be finding the perfect person this Christmas, yet she was left alone. None of her beauty- enhancing spells, make-up, or hair supplies had helped her snatch a guy. She sighed. "You look beautiful, lovey." The mirror said in a chippy voice.
"If I look oh so beautiful, then where is my Prince Charming? Hm?" She snapped back at it. Then she thought how stupid she must have sounded. She was yelling at a mirror. She finished tying her red and yellow Gryffindor tie, and strode out of the 6th year girl's dormitory.
The Common Room was almost empty, except for a few remaining students. The only person Lavender recognized was George Weasley. "Oh, hello George. Where is Fred?" she asked, smiling and sitting down next to him. She immediately felt warm as the heat of the fire poured over her.
"Everyone went out to have a snow ball fight." George pointed towards the window, which through it you could see the Gryffindors playing.
"Oh. Why aren't you? I always thought you were the type of guy to like snow ball fights." Parvati and her always classified each guy as certain types. She arched an eyebrow.
"I am. I'm just not in the mood." George slouched in the red velvet couch. He glanced up at Lavender, he had never noticed until now that she had the most beautiful, and seducing blue eyes. She was sitting awfully close to him, and he could smell her perfume. Lavender, just like her name. Her silky blonde hair fell across her shoulders as she twirled a loose strand with her index finger. "Why aren't you out there?"
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Because snowball fights are so childish. Plus, my parents just sent me this scarf. I don't want to even ask how much it costs. And then ruin it to just throw snow at my friends?" George laughed at her conceited ways, but it wouldn't be Lavender if she was a fun-loving- I'm-going-to-jump-into-a-bowl-of-pudding type of girl. She noticed his wandering eyes wandering in the wrong places. "What are you looking at?"
George cocked his head. Like it wasn't obvious what he was looking at. "You." Who couldn't sit with a beautiful girl like Lavender Brown and not look? He smirked at her, stretching his arms.
"What kind of prank did you pull on me this time, George Weasley?!" Lavender quickly stood up, looking about her for anything odd. George fell on the floor, cracking up.
"Ha...I didn't pull anything on you...your just pretty, that's all!" She blushed a bright red. "What? You didn't know you were pretty? What did you think you were, an ugly duckling?"
"Well, its just that everyone has find that special someone, and I have-" She was cut short because George had finally regained his composure and had stood up to kiss her. His lips were warm, and tasty. She broke away for a moment. "Mmm, mmm. You sure are a tasty lad." She smiled seductivly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He started to kiss her again. Neither of them stopped when they heard the cat calls of their friends.
Nat's note: No flames! xD...yeah, these are really short.
Lavender glared at her mirror. Everyone seemed to be finding the perfect person this Christmas, yet she was left alone. None of her beauty- enhancing spells, make-up, or hair supplies had helped her snatch a guy. She sighed. "You look beautiful, lovey." The mirror said in a chippy voice.
"If I look oh so beautiful, then where is my Prince Charming? Hm?" She snapped back at it. Then she thought how stupid she must have sounded. She was yelling at a mirror. She finished tying her red and yellow Gryffindor tie, and strode out of the 6th year girl's dormitory.
The Common Room was almost empty, except for a few remaining students. The only person Lavender recognized was George Weasley. "Oh, hello George. Where is Fred?" she asked, smiling and sitting down next to him. She immediately felt warm as the heat of the fire poured over her.
"Everyone went out to have a snow ball fight." George pointed towards the window, which through it you could see the Gryffindors playing.
"Oh. Why aren't you? I always thought you were the type of guy to like snow ball fights." Parvati and her always classified each guy as certain types. She arched an eyebrow.
"I am. I'm just not in the mood." George slouched in the red velvet couch. He glanced up at Lavender, he had never noticed until now that she had the most beautiful, and seducing blue eyes. She was sitting awfully close to him, and he could smell her perfume. Lavender, just like her name. Her silky blonde hair fell across her shoulders as she twirled a loose strand with her index finger. "Why aren't you out there?"
Lavender rolled her eyes. "Because snowball fights are so childish. Plus, my parents just sent me this scarf. I don't want to even ask how much it costs. And then ruin it to just throw snow at my friends?" George laughed at her conceited ways, but it wouldn't be Lavender if she was a fun-loving- I'm-going-to-jump-into-a-bowl-of-pudding type of girl. She noticed his wandering eyes wandering in the wrong places. "What are you looking at?"
George cocked his head. Like it wasn't obvious what he was looking at. "You." Who couldn't sit with a beautiful girl like Lavender Brown and not look? He smirked at her, stretching his arms.
"What kind of prank did you pull on me this time, George Weasley?!" Lavender quickly stood up, looking about her for anything odd. George fell on the floor, cracking up.
"Ha...I didn't pull anything on you...your just pretty, that's all!" She blushed a bright red. "What? You didn't know you were pretty? What did you think you were, an ugly duckling?"
"Well, its just that everyone has find that special someone, and I have-" She was cut short because George had finally regained his composure and had stood up to kiss her. His lips were warm, and tasty. She broke away for a moment. "Mmm, mmm. You sure are a tasty lad." She smiled seductivly, wrapping her arms around his neck. He started to kiss her again. Neither of them stopped when they heard the cat calls of their friends.