George choked on his tea and ultimately spat on the table.
"WHAT?" he bellowed.
Ginny was completely unfazed by this. She continued to bustle around the kitchen, looking like a proper mother, putting everything into their places for George so he wouldn't have to do it. No wonder her kids loved her so much. They were always talking about her, telling people that she was so nice. Lily was always telling a new story about how Ginny helped braid her hair, or Albus would- never mind, let's get back to the story.
"I said that Katie Bell from school is coming to my party," she answered nonchalantly.
"BUT- I-you two never- WHY?" George stammered. He was not hearing this. This was not happening.
"I ran into her at The Three Broomsticks and we were talking for a while. She's a nice person- not creepy like you told me she was. So I invited her." When George started banging his head on the table she said "George, its' not that big of a deal. Why are you acting like it's the end of the world?"
"Becaaause!" he whined pathetically from where his head was buried in his arms.
Ginny started tapping her foot impatiently. "You would think for being as old as you are that I never know what it means when you say that." Ginny bored her eyes into the back of George's head. He quietly mumbled something.
"Pardon me?" she asked.
"I said that she thinks that Hermione and I are dating…" George mumbled again.
George lifted his head looked Ginny. She was shaking and she had tears in her eyes.
"Ginny, why are you-"he started before he was cut off by Ginny's roar of laughter. She was clutching her stomach and her eyes were squeezed shut. She slid to the ground and continued laughing like she was being tickled by something invisible. She wiped tears that were now forming in her eyes.
"Y-you told her you two were d-d-DATING?" Ginny gasped between intakes of air.
"I had no choice! Katie had cornered me; she was going to ask me out! Correction, she told me we were going to get a drink together! Not asked, TOLD ME. Hermione was right there and I needed an excuse!" George exclaimed while practically flailing.
"So you told her you were dating Hermione? You do know what this means, right?" she asked George.
"Yea, I know, we have to be a 'couple' at your party," George groaned. He liked Hermione, but he wanted to be his normal self at the party; not acting.
"No. This means Ron is going to think you two are dating."
Hermione was pacing around the room, waiting for George to come and pick her up. He had told her everything about Katie coming.
Oh joy.
So Hermione put on her best dress and her favorite heels, did her make-up perfectly, and styled her hair into a loose, yet elegant bun at the back of her head.
She heard somebody come in through the fireplace.
"George!" Hermione stopped, looking up and down at him. He was wearing a white shirt with a simple black tie, black trousers, and shiny (almost new) shoes. He looked amazingly handsome.
"I never realized how cute George was…"
She was so beautiful. She could've been a veela for all George knew. She was wearing a purple satin dress that only covered one shoulder, some silver pumps, and a silver heart shaped necklace. Her outfit was not at all over-the-top, but it was somehow very noticeable. He couldn't help but stare- until he realized Hermione was staring back at him.
"Uhm-"he coughed "should we go now?" George asked.
"Oh, uh, y-yea." Hermione blushed intensely.
George stuck out his elbow and Hermione lightly held onto it. They turned on the spot, and after a second they were gone.
Ginny's party was a blast.
Well, as much as George could remember. He sat up from the bed, his head pounding.
"Way too many drinks." George winced. It hurt to think. Carefully, so he wouldn't make too much noise, he stood up from his bed and hobbled into the bathroom. He stretched his stiff joints and finally looked in the mirror.
He had lipstick on his face. The kind of lipstick that tells you that you had been kissing someone.
"Bollocks."
Hermione was sick.
"Ugh, must be the flu. I probably ate something last night that gave me-"Hermione stopped.
Last night. All she remembered was going to the party with George….dancing with someone….and then somebody's warm lips pressed against hers, and a hand running up her back….but who?
"Oh, this just keeps getting better!" George exclaimed out loud. A huge bruise had bloomed on the side of his face, but again ("Thanks alcohol" he thought sarcastically) he didn't know who he had fought.
Man, was it going to be fun trying to remember what had happened at Ginny's party.
A/N: I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, JK TO THE ROWLING DOES.
Sorry this chapter took so long! I've been insanely busy for the past TWO WEEKS.
SCHOOL SUCKS.
Anywhore, REMEMBER TO REVIEW! THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE LONGER AND AMAZING, I PROMISE! :D
~Au Revoir~
