The footpath leading down the street from Pixie was packed with students eager to get out of the cold, and into the glare of obnoxious flashing lights. Among them was a group of four students, consisting of two identical redheads- and a vivacious brunette. A tall boy with deadlocks joined them, receiving several glares from students in line behind the three.
"About time, Jordan. We're almost there." The older twin said, his arm slung around the brunette.
"Snape kept me back to clean up Goyle's spectacle." The boy replied with clear distaste for both the people he just mentioned.
"I told you not to rile him up. He's got some twisted vendetta against Gryffindor." The twin replied.
"And shampoo." The brunette added seriously. The three boys laughed, and the one who was holding on to her lingered on her smile for a second longer than he should have.
"Wrist bands" The mountain of a bouncer remarked, eyeing the group suspiciously. They complied and showed the bouncer neon green bands that they received with their entrance ticket stubs.
"Alright. Go on." He grunted, still side-eyeing the twins.
"Almost as big as Hagrid, that one." Lee Jordan commented as his dreadlocks swung with his walk.
Fred Weasley, the younger twin smirked and remarked "Wonder who would win in a fight", thinking out loud.
His twin paused for a moment and said "Definitely Hagrid. No question."
Jade BelleRose smiled at her friend fondly. He was always loyal to those close to him, even if it was unfounded. George caught her look and responded with a similar one.
"Will you two stop eye-fucking and come get some shots?" The other red head shouted over the music. Blushing, the pair hurried to meet him at the bar. They had passed through a dark corridor and entered a large room with high ceilings. True to the student's wishes, there were glaring lights flashing from several places, and two bars on either side of the room. The floor seemed to vibrate as they made their way to the one closer to them, shoving past warm, thrashing bodies who were trying to keep up with the techno sounding beats.
How Fred managed to convey an order of eight shots of firewhiskey to the bartender, Jade could not figure out, but she gratefully accepted hers all the same. The drink was true to its name, burning her insides and draining any lingering chill that managed to survive the walk past the dance floor.
She already felt the tips of her fingers loosening up with the rest of her muscles and smiled as she downed the next one. Next to her, the boys kept up and all of them had sloppy smiles on their faces to match how they felt.
She finally started to notice her surroundings, and saw that a very attractive gentleman, with dark hair up to his chin and a body fit enough to be in a magazine, was looking at her from across the bar.
She smirked as she met his gaze and waved lightly. Smiling, she turned around to the boys who had started to try and impress some of the witches on the dance floor. The sight only made her laugh as Lee, who had taken a couple more shots than he should have, was having trouble balancing himself and was falling on the girl who accepted his advances. George stood on the sidelines, an expression of amusement on his face, watching for the moment when Lee would inevitable lose his balance and embarrass himself even more than he had already.
Fred had gotten himself busy with a girl on the side of the dance floor, and was slowly moving with her, more steady on his feet. As Jade finished her mental headcount, she felt somebody tap on her shoulder, and turned to find the mystery brunette.
He was more attractive up close, with a defined jawline and high cheekbones.
"Fancy a dance?" He asked in a deep voice. Jade took his hand and he led her to the dance floor where they started to get more intimate.
His hands wound up around her waist as she moved her body to the music, curving and enticing him. His smirk remained as they moved closer as the music slowed down to a song that Hermione Granger would have described as "vulgar". He was not too bad at keeping up with her pace, and she found herself more impressed as the night went along.
"I'm Blaise. Zabini." He said into her ear, still holding her with both hands.
"You're a good dancer, Blaise Zabini." She replied, not missing a beat.
He grinned and moved closer to her and their lips met. Before his eyes closed, she noticed they were a stunning grey, and they swam in her head as they moved deeper into the kiss.
From not too far away, George watched Jade and the stranger get closer as his palms balled into fists.
He could feel anger twisting up inside of him like a snake, and he felt for his wand, ready to hex the brute who was getting too much from her. Only his twin's voice broke him out of his reverie.
"Oi! Whats happened to Jordan?" Fred asked, holding the hand of a frail, very drunk blonde witch.
George's attention turned back to the spot it was supposed to be focused on, and saw his mate sprawled on the floor with his dance partner looking confused and slightly afraid.
"That's alright, I've got him." He shouted to her, pulling Lee up by his arms, and slinging one of them over his shoulder. He dragged him over to the bar and made him drink water until he was able to function properly on two feet.
"Lee Jordan, if you think I am carrying you up a hill and back into the castle, you are sorely mistaken sir." He said very seriously, his eyes back to searching the crowd for Jade. Lee only chuckled, knowing very well that George wouldn't have hesitated doing exactly that if he needed him to, and pointed out Jade in the crowd.
"Over there mate, by the staircase."
Jade and the mystery brunette were now having a rather pleasant conversation, although the young man's hand was still wrapped around her waist like a snake.
"What the fuck is she doing? He could be dangerous." He muttered furiously.
"We're in a club called Pixie, not exactly a hot spot for dark wizards, I'd say." Lee replied flippantly. He knew that wasn't why his friend was angry, but he couldn't help the situation.
"Should've left you on the ground." George replied, sulking on a bar stool next to him.
"Look mate, why don't you try to have some fun? Have another shot, find someone to take your mind off her."
George considered the sensible suggestion his best friend had thrown at him, and looked around. It was useless, however, considering there was nobody else on his mind besides the beautiful brunette who was cozying up to a likely sleaze. He noticed when she first took a look at him across the bar, and found himself focusing on Lee's intoxication to keep a clear head. When he saw that they were dancing, he could only blame himself for not asking her first.
It was past 3 am when Fred suggested returning, sans his petite blonde companion of the night.
"Where is your little friend?" Lee remarked.
"You could see what I was doing, all the way from the floor?" Fred quipped, getting a short laugh out of George.
"Did she get tired of all your clever jokes?" Lee replied.
"No, but I found out she was a Slytherin, and well, that was that." Fred responded coolly.
"Yikes, dodged a bullet there." George added, raising his eyebrows.
House hate wasn't exactly a novel idea to the trio, considering how difficult the Slytherins tried to make their lives, and vice versa.
"Wheres Jade?" Fred asked, scanning the dwindling numbers. As if on cue, she appeared in front of them, not making sentences as eloquently as she could have been.
"Hi!" she squeaked, throwing herself off balance and stumbling a bit.
George steadied her with a hand on her shoulder, and was pleased that her date for the night seemed to have disappeared.
"Where's your friend?" Lee repeated, and George had to push down the urge to punch his friend.
"Let's not even!" She slurred, walking toward the exit. George had appreciated what she was wearing, from the moment she met them in the common room earlier that day. Her figure was well loved by the black dress that clung onto her curves perfectly. Her auburn hair fell down in it's natural waves, and bounced as she walked.
Following her quickly, they made their way back to the castle, the cold air sobering them up slightly.
"Had a good night then?" Fred smirked, nudging her so that she almost fell over. George shot him a look and moved to her side, putting his arm around her waist for support.
"Thanks Georgie" she said gratefully, wrapping her arm around his waist too.
"It wasn't bad." She grinned.
"Why'd you ditch your date?" Again, George unconsciously tightened his grip on her, and wondered why on earth everybody was so damn invested in that bulky git.
"Ego." She replied, rolling her eyes. George furrowed his brows but said nothing. They managed to dodge the caretaker Filch and his watchful cat, and made their way into the common room without a problem. Fred and Lee immediately said their goodnights and went to bed, albeit stumbling slightly.
"I don't think I can do stairs right now." Jade said, fully leaning on George's tall figure. He looked down at her unfocused eyes and thought better of leaving her to her inebriation.
He helped her up with stairs, careful to make sure she didn't slip and successfully brought her up to her four poster bed, allowing her to slip into it.
"You're so good to me, George Weasley." She said fondly, sitting up and smiling at him. His stomach lurched and he smiled at the gorgeous girl who was still staring at him with a curious look in her eyes.
"I'll see you tomorrow then, get some rest." He said quietly, not forgetting her actions at the club.
"Wait! Can you stay with me?" She said as soon as he turned around to leave.
"You'll be fine, you're going to fall asleep in no time." At this, her face fell and she nodded somberly and lay down. She hadn't expected a refusal, and her insides were beginning to warm up.
At the look on her face, he instantly regretted whatever he said.
"I'll just need to change, how's that?" he said gently, as she turned, her eyes lighting up at this.
"Promise you'll come back?" she demanded, still swaying as she sat up.
"I promise." He accepted, his eyes fixed on hers, wondering how he even denied her in the first place. She smiled at his and squeezed his hand. When he left, she changed out of her clothes and into a comfortable T shirt, not daring to use magic to take off her makeup as she didn't trust herself.
Sitting down, she noticed her curtains parting, and a tall red head entering, also in his pajamas.
She got into bed, and made room for him. As he slid under the covers, he couldn't help but feel excited that she wanted him there. As pathetic as it was, considering she just made out with another guy not too long ago.
She hugged his torso and put her head on the crook of his neck, and sighed. The smell of her hair, candyfloss and rain, was enough to drive any hostile thoughts from his head.
He put his arms around her waist and sighed into the top of her head. I wish I knew what you wanted from me, Jade BelleRose.
"You didn't dance with me, tonight." She mumbled suddenly into his chest.
"You seemed otherwise occupied." He replied stiffening under her arms.
"Yeah well, I wanted you to ask me first." She retorted, frowning into his very soft t shirt.
He immediately felt confused and looked down to see her eyes shut. He stroked her auburn hair, wondering how he was lucky enough to be here.
"Didn't stop you from getting to know that git very well." He said, closing his eyes and trying to get the sight of them out of his mind.
She didn't say anything, but continued to trace patterns on his back with her fingers. She didn't know what to tell him. They weren't dating, they weren't together, but they had too much to do with each other. He was hers. She thought darkly of what she would do if she ever saw him kissing another girl.
"You're right. I'm sorry." She said softly, looking up at him. Her brown eyes were still glassy, but very apologetic, and had him melting instantly.
"Sorry for what? I'm not your boyfriend." He replied, staring ahead at the wall. His tone was very sullen.
"I know, I'm still sorry I did it." She mumbled back into his shoulders, moving her hand into his hair and playing with it. His stomach did the untimely flipping, and he internally sighed.
"Thanks." He replied, full of a mess of emotions he couldn't separate from each other. His eyes dropped to her face, which was staring up at him. He planted a kiss on her forehead gently.
She smiled into his shoulders and whispered goodnight, before drifting off into a deep and well needed rest.
It took George a while to get his thoughts calm enough for him to fall asleep, but when he did, it was with his favourite scent in the world right next to him.