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Chapter 11: Hogsmeade and Halloween Dates
So.
Its been a few weeks since the 'incident' as Cho calls it.
I still haven't made up with Blaise.
I haven't really come into contact with Granger. I think we're both waiting for the other to make the first move.
The whole school can sense this great tension between the Houses, since each House has stood behind their member respectively. Everyone can sense that soon, something's going to happen, someone's going to blow.
We just don't know when.
And for now, I'm just trying to enjoy this break in the constant bickering Granger and I had going on. I'm also trying to push what I see as an inevitable occurrence out of my mind.
In recent weeks, I finally divulged my secret to Pansy. She wasn't repulsed in the least, and said she'd 'bang him if she had the chance'. That's a direct quote.
However, to ensure her secrecy, I not only had to place a hex on her (taking a page out of Granger's book) but I promised I would throw a good word in with Draco about her.
Which I have yet to do.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair, attempting to listen to what McGonagall was saying. Draco looked at me. I smiled. He smiled back.
I glanced over to where the Golden Trio had settled down. Granger was listening with rapt attention, Potter was trying, and Weasley currently had drool running down his cheek.
Which was rather disgusting.
I poked Draco and pointed to Weasley. 'Gross' I mouthed. Draco smirked and raised his hand. I grinned.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall said sharply, "Are you not understanding something?"
"Oh, I understand everything alright so far Professor. It's just I'm having a hard time paying attention with Weasley over there, drooling away. It's quite revolting." Draco said, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Giggles broke out in the classroom and McGonagall quickly silenced the room.
"Thank you for your...concern, Mr. Malfoy." She said, staring at him shrewdly. She rounded on Weasley. "Weasley!"
"Mhmph?" His head jerked up. He looked around and quickly and wiped the area surrounding his mouth.
"Ewww." I said, turning my head away. "Where's your bib at Weasel?"
Okay. Now, maybe I shouldn't have said it, but my insulting gene kicked in. It's a habit, what can I say?
Giggles broke out throughout the class.
"Thank you for your input Miss Conrad." McGonagall said sternly. I smiled sweetly at her. Granger glared at me, and I smiled even wider.
McGonagall cleared her throat 'As I was saying,..." She continued her lesson. I sighed and looked at Draco. He was actually paying attention.
I had noticed a subtle change arising in Draco over the past few weeks. Not only was he actually paying attention in classes, but he had begun to, well, interact more. With other houses. To be sure, it was mostly making fun of them, but there were times when he held almost civil conversations with people. I didn't know what to make of it.
The next thing I knew class was ending and Draco was tapping me on the shoulder.
"Eh?" I said, shaking my head. Draco smirked
"Let's go Conrad." He pulled me up.
"Oh, yeah. Okay." I grinned.
We walked out of the Transfiguration classroom. And there was the Golden Trio.
"Malfoy, you're such a bloody wanker." Wealsey said angrily.
"Oh, geesh." I said, turning away. "Stop being so sensitive Ronniekins."
Granger glared at me. "What?" I said to her.
Here it goes.
"You're so immature Lexi." She started, but I cut her off.
Ha!
"Granger, I don't care. Leave me alone. I hate you. So much, you don't even understand! I just, hate the thought that we both exist in the same, time frame or whatever." I shook my head, "You're such a ...prude."
"Prude?" Granger sputtered.
"Yes, Granger, a prude. A tight-laced, busybody, thinks-she-knows-everything, prude." I paused, "Considering the fact that everybody thinks that about you, you should be used to hearing it."
Granger shook in her place. I didn't really understand why she was getting so mad. I was saying anything terribly rude to her.
"I don't have to listen to this." She turned and stormed off.
"Bye!" I called after her in a falsely sweet voice. Weasel just gaped at me for a moment and followed her. Potter shrugged and followed, but not before shooting a cool look towards Draco.
"Let's go Lexi." Draco said. I turned and followed him down to our dorms.
"Why do you think she's so upset?" I asked.
"Who cares! It's Granger Lexi. You know, the girl who just bloody attacked you!" Draco rounded on me.
"I know. I wasn't asking because I cared. It's just, it's more fun to get a rise out of her when I'm actually saying something really mean." I said slowly, glaring at Draco.
"True." He agreed. "She was abnormally easy to goad today."
We dropped our stuff off in the dorms. Draco and I were supposed to go out to the lake and hang out, but he suddenly said he couldn't, and that he had 'things to do'. Again, I assumed Draco was getting himself involved in something a little on the bad side.
But if anyone could get himself out of a bad situation, it was Draco. So for now, I decided to honor his wishes and not press him for information.
So that left me by myself. I had thought of finding Cho, but that idea was quickly forgotten as I saw her talking to Blaise. She waved at me, though, and I waved back and quickly walked away.
So I went to the library. By myself. As I was walking there, I saw a crowd of students standing in front of a notice in the Great Hall. I went over and shoved my way through, scanned the notice quickly, and walked away.
A Hogsmeade visit. On Halloween. That should be fun.
I went into the library, which was pretty empty today. Unusual, considering it was a school day.
I went to the back, wanting to be left alone, and got a book on Advanced Transfiguration.
Actually, although I would never admit to it, I did really enjoy that subject. If only if weren't the Head of Gryffindor that taught it.
I started flipping through the pages, reading about human transfiguration. I pulled a quill and some ink out of my bag to make some notes about what I was reading, since Madame Pince had forbidden me from taking books from the library after an incident in 4th year involving one of my books and Draco's ink well.
Not pretty, to say the least.
So, there I was, writing down the thinking process one should go through before attempting human transfiguration. Alone. In the library.
Suddenly I saw a bag plop down on the table in front of me. I looked up.
Harry bloody Potter. I stared at him for a moment. Then I blinked, and went back to my reading.
"We need to have a chat Lexi." He said, pulling out the chair next to me, and sitting down.
"Conrad." I said, continuing my reading.
"What?" He asked. I looked at him.
"Conrad." I repeated. "My friends call me Lexi. You call me Conrad. That's how it's always been." I shook my head and went back to my book.
"Things change Lexi." Potter said, taking my book from me. I glared at him.
"What? What could you possibly want?" I asked.
"I just want to talk. You seem pretty nice." Potter said, leaning back on his chair.
I blinked.
I...seem...nice.
I, Lexi Conrad, a Slytherin, seem nice to a goody-goody Gryffindor?
Not just any Gryffindor, but the King Goody-Goody himself, Happy bloody Potter?
"Oh no. " I stood up. "I don't think so."
Blaise was...right. This was turning me into some surrogate member of the Gryffindor House.
"I like George. Not any of you. I have no inclination to get to know any of you. I am a Slytherin, you are a Gryffindor. We are not meant to be...able to coexist peacefully." I said.
"You and George seem able to pull it off." Potter said, grinning at me.
I glared, once again.
His cocky smirk reminded so much of Draco it was almost hard to distinguish between them at first.
"We're the exception, not the rule." I walked away.
"Bye Lexi!" Potter hollered to me. I turned around and glared at him.
Then promptly ran into Blaise.
I looked at him, my mouth open.
"Uhm..." I trailed off.
His face, of course, was unreadable. I had thought he had looked pleased to see me, but now I wasn't too sure.
"Close your mouth" He said coolly, and brushed by me.
I looked at his retreating back.
And closed my mouth.
Damn.
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"So, how's classes?" George asked, sitting in his chair and spinning around. I shrugged.
"Okay. I'm just glad there aren't huge exams at the end of the year.' I said.
"Too true." He laughed, "Then again, I never really worried when there were." His grin lit up his face.
I laughed, "Well, you were too busy pranking everyone."
"True on that too." He came over and sat next to me, putting his arm around me.
"So, I'm assuming as a normal Hogwarts student, you've heard about the Hogsmeade trip?" He asked.
"Mhmm." I said as casually as possible.
I really wanted him to ask me. Then again, I wouldn't blame him if he suggested that we go out another time.
"What do you want to do?" George asked me.
"I don't know. Uhm, what do you mean?" I responded, not sure what he was asking.
"Do you, uh, wanna go with me?" He grinned lopsidedly at me. I giggled.
"Sure. But you know Draco and Pansy will probably force me to spend some time with them." I said.
"Well, you know, we could always stay late. Since I'm a teacher, you wouldn't get in trouble. Anyway, even if you could get in trouble, you wouldn't."
I smiled, "That's because troublemaker George Weasley knows how to get around the school unnoticed."
He smiled back, "You know it."
"Hm, well, how about I go off with Draco and Pansy for a while, then we can stay late?" I suggested.
It wasn't that I didn't want to be seen with George.
It was just... I didn't want certain people to see me with George.
"That sounds good." His faltered. "So, uhm, have you and Blaise..."
"No." I said. "I ran into him today. But he just... walked away." I finished sadly.
I don't care, I don't care, I don't care!
"But it's fine. He can come to me when he's ready to apologize." I said indifferently..
"Maybe you should talk to him? I'm sure he misses you too." George offered , trying to be helpful. I smiled, but shook my head.
"Doubt it. Even if he does miss me, he's too damn stubborn to show it."
"Kind of like someone else I know." George said innocently, biting back a smile.
"Excuse me? What is that supposed to mean?" I looked at him, shocked. I couldn't help but grin.
"Oh, nothing. Forget I even said anything" George said, looking at the ceiling.
"Georgeeeee" I whined, "I am not stubborn!"
I'm not!
"Did I say that?" He asked, looking at me in shock.
I grinned. God, I would never let anyone else tease me like this. Except maybe Draco.
"I do believe you did." I looked at him, smirking. We had both somehow ended up standing, and were inches apart, my head tilted up so that I could see him. He was taller than me, to be sure, there weren't many people who weren't. But he wasn't too much taller than me. He was, well, perfect.
"Nahhh." He said, smiling down at me. His smile was so cute. It wasn't mean or malicious or sarcastic like I was used to seeing from most people.
Suddenly I felt a jolt.
"Stop it!" I shrieked in delight. George continued tickling me. I laughed and he continued mercilessly.
I had never been tickled before in my life, so I wasn't used to the sensation. And I was very sensitive to it.
"Please George, stop!" I laughed, "I'm going to die, I swear!"
He stopped for a moment.
"I take it your rather ticklish then?" He asked, smirking at me.
"What would give you that idea?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face.
"This." And it began again. Holding one arm around me so I couldn't escape, he somehow was still able to tickle me with one hand.
"George, no!" I laughed.
But I didn't really want him to stop.
And he knew it.
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I looked across the Common Room at Blaise. He looked so serious. His head was slightly bent over his piece of parchment. I could see his quill gliding across the surface at an almost rhythmic pace. Everyone once in a while he would looks up at the essay he was copying to make sure he was getting the right information.
I laughed softly to myself. Blaise was brilliant, but he hardly ever did his homework.
He suddenly stiffened as if he sensed someone looking at him. I quickly looked back at my book, my face showing no emotion. A few seconds later, I could feel his eyes on me.
But I couldn't bring myself to look at him. I wanted him to apologize, not through looks, but with words.
I guess George was right.
I really am stubborn after all.
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I awoke early on Halloween.
I was nervous, and excited. I had a date with George. George... my boyfriend.
I mentally slapped myself. I was behaving like such a child.
'But', my girly side reasoned 'Every girl has the right to be excited over her boyfriend.'
I grinned. Then bit my lower lip.
What was I going to wear!
I sighed, then turned to Pansy's still occupied bed. She did have more experience than me when it came to dressing to impress. But then again, she dressed more like a strumpet than a respectable yet cute girl. Which was what I was going for.
I turned away. No, I would figure this out alone.
I opened my wardrobe and started going through all my shirts.
Hmm. It was October, too chilly for a skirt. So I decided to wear jeans. Therefore, in order to look pretty, I had to wear a really spectacular shirt. Since I mostly owned emerald green things, I decided to wear a different color today. I picked out a periwinkle scoop neck sweater. It was very comfortable, but not prudish. I put on boots just in case it was muddy from the rain the other day.
I looked in the mirror. My jeans were darker and contrasted nicely with the pastel color of the periwinkle. I didn't know how to do my hair, so I pulled some of it up in a half ponytail, letting some stray hairs fall in the front.
.I didn't put much makeup on, just some mascara, blush and lipgloss. I smiled confidently in the mirror and walked out the door.
I went down into the Common Room.
Of course. Just my luck, there was Blaise. He looked up at me and smirked.
"Date with Weasel?" He said coolly.
This was as close as I was going to get to a normal conversation with Blaise. I was unsure of whether he was asking out of genuine curiosity or just to be a jackass. I suspected a little of both.
I shrugged noncommittally, "Date with Cho?"
He snorted, "She's your friend too. Why should I be ashamed?"
Why should I be ashamed then?
"Only because you're a hypocrite." I paused, "You really know how to show appreciation."
"And what are you talking about?" He asked standing up.
"Only the fact that if it weren't for me wanting you to be happy, you probably wouldn't be with Cho in the first place. And now, when I'm happy, you can't be a good friend and be happy for me." I stated calmly.
"There's a difference-" He started angrily.
"There's no difference in the way you and I feel about them Blaise." I hissed.
Blaise shook his head. "You're never going to understand."
I rolled my eyes. "Understand what? Why you can't be happy for me? Why you're allowed to have a relationship, but not me?" I was getting upset. I had to remind myself to stay under control.
"No, Lexi. Understand that people like him are nothing but trouble. He's isn't respectable at all; do you really think you can have a lasting relationship with someone like him?" Blaise asked. He was subtly clenching and unclenching his fists in order to stay clam.
"I don't know, but I do know I care about him, and he makes me happy. Isn't that what matters?" I asked.
"Sometimes happiness isn't enough." Blaise said, his eyes hardening. "Think of who you are Lexi. The person you're supposed to be, the way your supposed to act."
I knew who I was. Alexis Conrad. Daughter of a very respectable family. Pureblooded, and proud of it. I knew who I was supposed to be. Respectable, polite to the right people. Standing up for my family's beliefs. I was supposed to be perfect; a social delight, my mother told me once. Not caring about anybody. And probably marrying for money and power, not love.
That was who I was.
I didn't like that person very much.
I didn't particularly want to be that person either.
"I can see you won't be changing your mind on this." I said coldly. "So I'll just end this conversation and save us both time."
I walked away briskly. It was hard. I didn't look back.
Blaise knew what I felt now. If he had something to say, he could come find me.
I thought more and more about what he said on my way down to the Great Hall. There were a fair amount of people. I sat down nest to a Slytherin 2nd year and silently began to poke at some bacon and eggs.
I knew Blaise was wrong. He just had to be.
He was wrong. I would prove it.
Happiness would be enough.
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"So, when are you meeting Weasel?" Draco asked. I gave him a look "Weasley then." He corrected.
"Quarter till 3 at the Shrieking Shack." I said. George hadn't told me where he was taking me or what we were doing. Which, I guess, was part of the reason I was so excited.
Usually, I didn't like surprises. They didn't generally bode well for anything. But for some reason I knew that George's surprises were the kind to get excited about.
"Anyway, where do you guys wanna go?" I asked. We decided to do our usual round of Honeydukes, Zonko's, and the Three Broomsticks. Then we decided to go clothes shopping since I needed a new muggle winter jacket.
And we set off.
We walked to the carriages, me, then Draco, then Pansy. I avoided the thestrals as I always did. Their eyes had always scared me, ever since first year.
I shook my head, and climbed into the carriage.
We arrived in Hogsmeade and got out. Most students were heading to Honeydukes, so we decided to head to Zonko's first, then just walk around till the rush died down.
Draco and I stocked up on funny joke ideas, planning on pranking Granger, while Pansy flirted with a 'cute' assistant.
Which is okay, because when we made our purchases, he gave us his employee discount.
"That was helpful." I said as we left.
We wandered around Hogsmeade till about 1:30, just talking and making fun of people. We decided to go to the Three Broomsticks to get a butterbeer and warm up.
"So. How's Quidditch this year Drakey?" I asked, stirring my butterbeer. It was an odd habit I had, but I always had to get a straw and stir my butterbeer while I wasn't drinking it. Then, to drink it, I would take the straw out.
"Really good. The team has really been progressing nicely. I think that if the Keeper can just be a little more attentive to the left goal post, we'll be good." He explained.
"So you think we have a good chance at the Cup this year?" I asked excitedly.
"I think. Gryffindor still poses a pretty big threat though." Draco admitted. "Potter just, always seems to see the snitch before me." He said, shaking his head.
"Don't worry Draco. You're great anyway. Potter, well, he's just slippery." Pansy supplied helpfully. I nodded.
"He'd have to be wouldn't he, to get out of trouble as many times as he has?" I added.
Poor Draco. It really wasn't his fault Potter seemed to have gold detectors in his fingers.
"Yeah. I mean, how am I supposed to compete with bloody Harry perfect Potter?" Draco asked leaning forward and putting his head in his hands.
"Don't worry about competing with him; its a game. Besides, Potters gotta be off his mark this year, what with" I stopped and lowered my voice "his precious godfather dying."
Pansy nodded "She's got a point you know."
Draco smiled, "True."
"So, lets not worry about it." I said, regretting bringing up the subject. Taking another sip of my butterbeer, I listened as Pansy attempted to compliment Draco on his shirt.
"Ohhhhh, Drakeykins, that shirt is so good on you! It shows off all you muscles!" She cooed. I concealed a snort and grinned at Draco, who scowled at me in return. I looked at my watch and saw that it was a quarter after two.
"Guys, how about we head to Honeydukes now?" I said casually. Draco grinned at me.
"Oh yeah, almost time for our little Lexi's da-a-a-aa-te!" He drawled. Pansy squealed.
"You have 45 minutes! So, we'll go to Honeydukes, quickly, and then I'll take you back here so you can freshen up!" She said, glowing. "My little Lexi finally has a boyfriend!"
Thank you, Mother Hen.
"Pansy! Shut up!" I growled, I could feel my face flushing. I stood up. "Now I can either wealk around myself, or you two dorks can come with me. Which will it be?" I swept out of the Three Broomsticks without another word.
I waited outside for Draco and Pansy.
"No need to be dramatic Lexi." Draco smirked at me.
"Yeah Lexi, chill out." Pansy whined.
"Oh, be quiet, both of you." I rolled my eyes. "You're the Drama Queen of Hogwarts Draco, you don't have much room to talk." I paused, "And Pansy, you're a close second."
They laughed, and so did I. We went into Honeydukes, where I only bought some Chocolate Frogs and Fizzing Whizbees, before announcing that I was going to be leaving soon.
Pansy quickly said, "Let's get you to a bathroom, come on!" And I found myself being dragged toward the nearest public restroom.
"Okay, now just freshen up. Reapply makeup, comb hair, you know the drill. I'll guard the door." Pansy said. The sad thing was, she was serious. While I was 'freshening up', she chased away anyone who attempted to come into the bathroom, threatening them with curses or hexes.
Mostly from Draco.
"- and don't think Draco won't be hearing about this!" I heard her yell as I came out of the bathroom. I shook my head.
"There. Happy?" I said. She looked me over once, and nodded. Draco walked over to us outside of the bathroom.
"We'll walk you up, so you don't meet any unsavory characters." Draco said casually. I smirked.
"Awe, is Draco concerned?" I couldn't resist asking.
"Not really. Thought you could use the company." He smiled.
I smiled, but let it pass. "Thanks."
Pansy walked along silently. "So. Is George a good kisser?" I sputtered.
"None of your business!" I cried indignantly.
"You didn't think that I wouldn't want to know, now did you?" She asked.
"I don't care, because I'm not telling you anything about my relationship." I said, then, changing my tone, followed with, "Why are you guys teasing me so much today!"
We arrived to the small path leading up t the Shrieking Shack. I could see it from where I stood.
"You want us to come up?" Draco asked.
"No, that's okay. Thanks though." I said, giving him a small hug. He looked me over once. Then he told Pansy to start walking back, that he would meet her.
"Weasley better appreciate you." He said, grinning slightly. "I kind of feel like a father, you know? Like I'm letting you go." He hugged me again.
"I'm always going to be here for you Draco. You're my best friend." I said, smiling at him.
"I know. You're like my bratty little sister who I can't get to listen to reason." He said, shrugging, "But I put up with you."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Get a move on buster." I said, shooing him away.
"Have fun, Alexis. Don't do anything I wouldn't." He paused. "On second thought, don't do anything Granger wouldn't do."
"Yeah, because we all know that there isn't much you haven't done." I said sarcastically, wlaking up the path. "I'll be fine Draco, it's just George."
Draco sighed. It wasn't George he was worried about.
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"George?" I said. He turned around.
"Oh, hey." He grinned at me. "Took you long enough."
I laughed. "Sorry."
He walked over to me and put his arms around me "It's okay. You're here now and that's all that matters." I smiled into his chest.
George made me feel so safe. Loved, even. I felt like nothing could hurt me when I was with him.
"So, what are we doing today Mr. Weasley?" I asked.
"Well, my fair lady, I just happen to have something very, very special planned. You see, I thought, that since you are a Slytherin, and therefore don't have as much fun as some other Houses might, that you could use a touch of Gryffindor fun." He said, grinning at me.
I laughed, "I have plenty of my own kind of fun."
George ruffled my hair. "Come on, let's go." He took my hand in his, and led me past the Shrieking Shack.
"So where are we going?" I asked. He looked back at me and grinned.
"Now, it would ruin the surprise if I told you. But I will tell you that we do have to Apparate." He shushed me as I opened my mouth in protest. "I know you can't, but I can for both of us."
"But Dumbledore-" I began.
"Says its alright. I asked him." George paused. "He didn't seem too surprised really. Kind of gave me that knowing smile."
I laughed, "Well, it IS Hogwarts, and Dumbledore has eyes and ears everywhere." I said, quoting my mother.
"So, okay. I think we're far away now that we can Apparate without anyone seeing us." George said. "Just grab a hold of me, okay. Don't let go, no matter how hard the pull is."
"I won't let go." I promised. He looked at me and something passed through his eyes that I couldn't quite read. But it was gone as quickly as it had come.
I grabbed onto his arm and clutched it like my life depended on it. I felt a strange sensation of being pulled through something. However, I didn't let go of George. Soon I found myself stopping suddenly. I shook my head, my eye focusing.
"So, where exactly are we?" I asked. Before us stood a small, flat building.
"This" George said. "Is a muggle bowling alley." (a/n: oh, god, I tried to think of something original xx gah)
"What's bowling alley?" I asked, confused.
I really wasn't acquainted with many muggle hobbies or pastimes.
George chuckled, "It's just bowling. The alley is where you do it. You'll see."
He grabbed my hand and led me towards the door. He opened it, and I looked around.
The inside of the building appeared much large than the outside had. On one wall, a row of what appeared to be wooden lane type things sat side by side. I saw people, Muggle presumably, rolling rather heavy looking balls down these strips of wood. I shook my head. On the other side was a small cafe.
George edged me over to the counter. He handed the man some money. "What size shoe do you wear?" He asked.
"Seven, why?" Suddenly, the man thrust a pair of musty looking shoes at me.
George had also gotten his shoes. He led me over to a secluded area.
"Okay, when Muggles bowl, they wear these kinds of shoes to keep the floors new and shiny I think. Or maybe they just all like to match, I'm not sure." George said, taking his shoes off and putting them in a locker.
I looked down at the shoes in my hands. "You mean other people have worn these!" I asked, horrified.
"Well, yes, but it's not that bad. Come on, please?" George pouted at me.
I smiled, "Okay. But if I get some foot...fungusy thing, you're completely to blame." I paused. I took my shoes off and put them in the same locker George had used.
"So, I take it you've been bowling before?" I asked as I put on the shoes.
George nodded, "Fred and I used to come here all the time."
I grinned, "How much trouble did you cause?"
"None, surprisingly," He laughed, "We're both really good at bowling, actually."
"Good," I said, looking at the lanes apprehensively, "You can teach me, since I have no idea what to do."
George put his arm around me as we headed over to a lane, "Sure thing sweetie."
I smiled.
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"So, okay. What you're saying is, that I lug this 10 pound ball, roll it down this lane, and try and hit as many of those pins as possible." George nodded at me.
"That's the gist of it."
"But, if the object is to knock down the pins, why don't you just use a blasting spell? It would make everything so much easier." I shook my head.
"Because dear, Muggles can't use magic." George whispered in my ear.
Oh. Duh.
I laughed. "Hahaha, that's right. I forgot. Oops."
I had a feeling bowling and I weren't going to get along.
I was right.
"Oh, George, it's stuck!" I whined, trying to fling the ball off my hand, "It hurts!"
I'm such a sissy!
"Here, let me see." George slowly twisted my fingers slightly back and forth so that the bowling ball slid off. "There we go. All better."
"Thanks." I said.
No more major mishaps occurred that day, unless you count me losing horribly to George.
But, I didn't really mind that much. I found that I was glad just to be able to spend time with him, out in the open, like normal people.
For once in my life, I found solace in Muggles.
We exited the bowling alley after trading in our shoes and grabbing a soda.
"So, what are we doing now?" I asked.
"Well, it's almost dusk, and I was thinking that I would take you back to Hogsmeade, and uhm, well, you'll see." George said nervously.
"Okay." I said.
George really seemed like he wanted to go all out for our first real 'date'. It made me happy to know he cared this much.
We Apparated back to the Shrieking Shack. George stood next to me, and just held me. It felt nice, with his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. We just stood there for a bit, enjoying each others company.
"Let's go." He said, and started to lead me up past the Shrieking Shack.
"Aren't we going back to Hogsmeade?" I asked, working to hike up the rocky terrain.
"Did I say that?" George asked airily, "Ah, well, I want to show you something first."
"Oh, what it is?" I asked slyly. He turned around and kissed me. It was quite a feat, but we managed to get a mini-snogging session in while hiking up to wherever it was George wanted to go.
"I can't tell you." He said teasingly, pulling away. I smiled up at him and let a breath out.
George Weasley actually took my breath away.
"We're almost there." He said quietly.
About five minutes later, we can to a small cliff. George sat down, and patted the spot next to him. Confused, I sat down. What had he wanted me to see?
He put his arm around me, and I leaned into him. It was comfortable. I looked at him, but he pointed ahead of us.
"Look." I looked ahead as he requested, and gasped.
We were facing a setting sun. It was so beautiful. From as high up as we were, we were practically level with the horizon. The sun looked so majestic as it went down.
"It's beautiful. I love it." I said, looking up at him, "Thanks."
This was like, the moment of nay girls dreams. A beautiful sunset, ending a perfect day, alone with the person you-- well.
I wasn't exactly sure what I felt about George. It was strong, I cared about him, but did I love him?
I wasn't sure, because I had never been sure what love was exactly. Of course I loved him; in that 'I-care-about-you' kind of way; but was I in love with him?
"You're welcome. I had a great time today with you Lexi." He said, kissing the top of my head.
"I had the best time today too George." I whispered, "It was perfect, everything."
I closed my eyes.
Whatever I was feeling right now, I wanted to remember it.
Because it was the best I had ever felt in my entire life.
Even if I didn't love George now, I knew I could. I knew he was someone I knew I wanted around me. He cared about me.
And that was one thing I did love about him.
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OKAY! hahahaha. so, how was that? bad? i hope not. i hope you guys like it.
it took me like a week to think of what kind of date to make them go on.
anyone who wants to suggest like, date ideas for Lexi and George are welcome to! hahaha and I'll give you credit or whatever. I just don't want to use the same old date ideas. Even the sunset thing was something i was kind of 'ehhh' about.
i love you all : ) review please!