Banned
One of the things George loved most was kissing her. The way her hands would run up his chest and grip onto his shirt, pulling him in closer. How her tongue would gracefully dance against his as they almost sucked the air out of each other's lungs. So when he saw her in the library he couldn't resist spinning her around and pressing his lips firmly against hers.
"George, stop it!"
"Sssh, Pince might hear you." He continued to kiss her, placing soft pecks along her neck and jaw. His freed hand travelled to the bottom of her skirt slowly crawling up her leg and her eyes flew open.
"George!"
"Sorry" he smirked. "I couldn't resist." She gave him a glare before carrying on looking for her book and he sat back and watched her. "What are you doing here anyway? You have your Quidditch match today."
"I do, I thought I could walk down with you."
"I have homework to finish. I can't. I'm sorry." She gave him a sad look and George leapt up from his chair. "What! But you're my girlfriend I need you there!"
"Well, maybe if a certain Weasley didn't keep distracting me after my lessons I would get it done."
"Listen, I'll speak to Fred but you know what he's like, horny git." He winked at her and she gave him a fake chuckle. "Har har. Just go, and make sure you aim a bludger at Malfoys head for me, or Parkinson's if you happen to spot her in the crowd."
"Will do. I think I should get a kiss for good luck though."
Ramona stood on her tip toes and placed a long kiss on the edge of his jaw. "You can have a proper one when you win."
"Tease." He groaned sulking out of the library.
Ramona was in the common room when everyone flooded back in, Neville was first to tell how about how they had won, but George and Harry had gotten into a fight with Malfoy and were currently being interrogated by Professor McGonagall. When George didn't return with Fred later that evening she went straight to the abandoned classroom he showed her and found him laying on one of the desks his long legs hanging over the edge. He glanced at her when she entered and sighed.
"Banned for life." He murmured running his hands over his face. "Can you believe that? That old toad Umbridge! She even took our brooms away."
"I'm sorry honey."
"Honey?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.
"Yeah I have no idea where that came from. Ignore it."
"No. I liked it. Rammy bean."
"Rammy bean?"
"How about no pet names?"
She made her way over and placed herself between his legs. "Deal." She traced a finger over his swollen lip and he flinched a little. "Sorry."
"Nah, it's ok. Does it look bad?"
"No, it makes you look very distinguished."
He smiled pulling her a little closer. "I was searching for rugged and sexy actually."
"Oh that too actually, it makes you look very heroic. And the fact you punched Malfoy turns me on that little bit more."
George fist pumped the air "That's exactly what I was going for." He said triumphantly. He brushed the hair from her face cupping one side of it with his hand. "Oh, we won by the way."
"What about your lip?"
"I reckon I can fight through the pain." He said in a low voice bending down and brushing his lips against hers.
Neville sat at the other end of the table angrily stabbing his breakfast with his fork as he watched Ramona and George down the other end of the table. He had his arms wrapped around her waist as he whispered stuff into her ear and she was laughing and occasionally slapping his arm. It made Neville sick.
Dean had been sat opposite watching Neville's angry steadily increase. "You ok mate?
"Fine." Lies. Neville didn't take his eyes off the pair. "Uh...you going to finish your breakfast?"
Neville huffed and dropped his fork on the plate. "Not actually that hungry."
He suddenly heard the giggling from the other end of the table stop and he looked up to see them locking lips, one of her hands placed delicately on the side of his neck. It made him genuinely upset. During the last DA meeting of the term George would wrap his arms around Ramona and kiss her neck making Neville lose focus, nearly blasting Colin half way across the room when he was trying to perform a Patronus charm.
As he watched them from across the room he couldn't help but feel like someone was watching him, turning he noticed Hannah Abbot quickly look forward avoiding Neville's direction at all times. Had Ramona been right? Did Hannah actually like him?
He made his way over to Ramona and placed his chin on her shoulder. "Can I talk to you?"
"One second." She muttered holding her wand in front of her. "Expecto Patronum!" A small sliver of white left her wand but quickly disappeared. "Merlin's SAGGY!" She groaned into her hands before turning round to Neville looking utterly disappointed. "What's up Neville?"
"Uh, do you actually think Hannah likes me?" Ramona looked over in Hannah's direction and smiled "yeah, definitely. Do you like her?"
"Well, I don't know really."
"Maybe you should talk to her?" She shrugged fiddling with her wand.
"Yeah, Maybe." He muttered again.
Ramona smiled and held her wand out again "Expecto Patronum!"
This time as the silvery Vapour poured out of her wand a monkey appeared running around the room howling and jumping up on Fred and who yelled loudly. "AH GET IT OFF ME!" The monkey started picking at Fred's hair while George almost doubled up on the floor laughing.
It happened that night, Mr Weasley was attacked. Harry and all the Weasleys went home while both Hermione and Ramona spent the next couple of days worrying about what happened. On Christmas day Ramona and her parents went to visit Mr. Weasley at St. Mungos, her dad entered saying something to Mr. Weasley about a slight improvement in his looks after being attacked and I went over to George gripping his hand in mine giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Later on she was roaming around the wards after everyone had run away from Mrs. Weasley shouting at Mr. Weasley about something called stitches, when she spotted Neville sitting on a chair in the hall fiddling with something in his hands. She plopped down next to him and he looked at her wide eyed. "Hey Neville."
"What…What are you doing here?"
"Came to see Mr. Weasley. What about you? You ok? Oh god is your Nan ok?"
"Yeah…fine."
He continued to play with the sweet wrapper in his hands and she nudged his arm. "Nev?"
"I'm visiting my parents." He said in a small voice. "They're residents here."
"Oh….Neville, I'm sorry."
He shrugged and sat up starring at the ceiling. "They don't even recognize me. It was that bloody witch. Bellatrix,"
"Lestrange? The one that escaped Azkaban?" Ramona asked and he nodded. "Yeah. She tortured them for information on you-know-who, right after the thing with Harry's parents. Drove them insane."
"Oh Neville. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't really know how to."
