I think i have the date right. If i dont would someone just tell me.
Well this chapter just for a little warning has a kissing scene in it and i dont really know if its rated for but its rated T just incase for the little fluffish momments. In this scene it is the supper date scene. It starts off awkwardly but soon George grows on her and soon turns into his self. Next Chapter will be the who gang(Harry, Hermione and Luna) having a dinner for rememberance which i will start typing on thursday and Tomorrow i wil be adding anotehr scene into chapter 1 on ALbus so be on the look out...
May 6th, 1998
Angelina and George left the Burrow to head to Diagon Alley. There were a lot of restaurants to fill up the two. An abundant of people were scattered throughout the streets.
George and Angelina searched onward for a place to eat. Many ominous wizards and witches walked in and out of the welcoming stores. A gorge of signs were scattered around to honor the fallen witches and wizards that had died at Hogwarts. George could tell that Angie did not enjoy looking at the signs. In her eyes there was only one name up there, Fred.
George felt he needed to take her mind off of him. A sign of relief came from George when she had swung himself around to a small restaurant. It was a convenient café. A couple of tables were set up with pink flowers in the center of all the tables. A pub was in the back of the area which many wizards had come out of. It was quite quiet to be exact. No many voices were heard and the outside barely spoke. The open doors seemed to have a silencing charm on it. Angelina neither heard a peep which would have drove George nuts like baboons.
A wooden table, which acted like a kitchen, was frying a pan of chicken. No one was handling it but was on a spell like what Molly had done when she 'cooked' meals. The pan flipped and turned and sizzled with the slop of vegetables that lay around it.
The aroma filled their stomachs just by the sniff. Once they had settled at the farthest table, from the door, a floating note tab and quill had already reached them. George and Angelina stared at each other, still getting through to where they were. The roses seemed to grow once they sat down, and soon a bouquet of roses sat in the middle.
The two laughed and smiled romantically. The quill tapped on its note pad, impatiently. George and Angelina snapped out of their looking. "Um… right… what um… did you want Angelina?" George was shy, and was a stuttering freak but Angie didn't seem to think that.
"Let's see… two butterbeers… and_" Angelina was cut off by George.
"And that chicken your serving." George had known Angelina liked chicken and had to order it for her. The quill wrote every word they had said and floated back to its spot on the table. Squirts and fizz was heard from the back of Angelina. The door had slammed open and two floating butterbeers came over Angelina's head.
It was an orange color of some-sort with rising foam that grew taller than the cup itself. A flash went off of the glasses and a straw was formed on each one.
"Magic, aye!" George joked as he clutched the aberrant glass of his. Angelina did well. They drank out of theirs still smiling with connection.
"You know George this might not be the most romantic place in all but I'm enjoying it," She held his outward hand of his on the table. "Don't worry." She had calmed his quirkiness and seemed to shine his rightful glory, joking.
He had set an old wizard's beard on fire in which he had dunked his head in bear. A couple of drunken witches, who awkwardly walked out of the pub, had almost fallen on George. To block them he levitated them onto a nearby roof.
Angelina had laughed all the way through. This felt more right to George, since he hadn't been on an official date at all. Hey at least Angelina enjoyed it.
After eating and finishing their food they had rested in the plumped chairs of theirs. The moon gleamed through the silencing door and the pub was cleared out. "You want to go in the pub?" George asked ever do dearly.
"I don't drink George." She grunted, though George didn't mean that.
"No, no, no. I meant like…music…I don't know if you want to." Angelina smiled again. She stood from her chair. She gave him a look like a stand up look.
George stood and gave a few spaces from the table. They linked arms and hurried in. A slow sounded music turned on and the pub was empty except for a drunk fallen man who shook when he breathed.
"Not much of a dance floor." George peered out in the middle of the floor. There was just a wooden floor with a small potable radio box made from muggles.
"It'll be enough."
"What do you mean?"
"We're going to dance, right?"
"Wait…but… I don't dance"
"Yeah sure… come on it's just a slow dance." George took a deep swallow.
He found himself between Angelina, music dwindling through their ears. A nostalgic feeling had indulged its' self onto both of them; giving a feeling that this should have been for a long time. His arms were tightly wrapped around her shoulders, hers, clinging to his hard muscular chest, and her head on his shoulder. Basking in each other's ambiance, creating each other's warmth. He looked down at her, his eyes dulled by the darkness of the room. He gave that quirky smile, that one he knew that she had loved from a long time ago; it gave her the feeling as if he knew something that she didn't. Caressing her supple cheek, he lifted her chin; their noses almost touching. She could feel the warmth of his breath brushing the top of her lip. She started back into his hardened eyes.
There lips touched. Feeling the soft pressure that had her lips pressed on his, the tingling of reaction from his body glided up. Making his body warm, and taunt. But yet he lingered lightly as he knew she was more demur, letting the grasp his lips had on hers lighten. Breaking the kiss, he heard her sigh and knew he had her..
Well that was very interesting! Tell me what you think by giving me a review! I would also like to thank fantabulousz, J-Star and Son of Whitebeard. (I dont really know who reviewed what but thank you!)
