A/N Sorry this is so like, late, or something, but I thought I wasn't going to finish it. I got REALLY bored today and decided I wanted to write. It'll probably be extremely long since I'm über bored, and I have way too much free time of my hands, but that's just the perks of spring break…or something. Spring break is grand! Oh! I have some really good ideas for later parts. I fact I have a whole scene written already. So…read on! ONTO THE STORY!
"Uh…Deanna?" George said waving a hand in front of her glazed over eyes. "Deanna! Oh Buddha (a/n NO offense to ANYONE right here), now I've done it. I've killed her! DEANNA! Deanna! Please wake up! Please!" George exclaimed in mock concern. Suddenly, Deanna snapped out of her mad fantasies and looked up into George's beautiful brown eyes. She laid there looking up into swirling irises, mouth slightly open, when suddenly, a large wet object landed right on her upper cheek near her eye.
"GEORGE WEASLEY, YOU SICK, DISGUSTING, FILTHY BASTARD!" Deanna bellowed. George started laughing hysterically, falling off of the squirming girl beneath him. Once he was off, Deanna wiped a large amount of spit, and snot off of her face. Horrified and embarrassed, she ran back to the bathroom, slammed the door, and locked it. Tears streamed down her face, so that no one could tell where one started and the other finished. Outside the door, she could hear Mrs. Weasley asking George what happened.
"Nothing mum, honestly, I have no idea wh— ok ok, I kinda—Godric this is embarrassing—I uh pinned her to the floor when she came out of the bathroom, and when she looked at me, I…spit on her face." He said meekly. Inside the bathroom Deanna couldn't help but laugh silently. Just knowing Mrs. Weasley this long, Deanna knew that George would get it, and get it good. George might even get a paddling, and get sent to bed without supper.
Janae…get this! George just spit on my face…and now he just told Mrs. Weasley! This is sooo rich! I wish I could see his face right now! Deanna thought to her sister.
On the sidewalk near the Burrow
"MOM! Deanna just spoke to me! HA VERONIKA! IN YOUR FACE YOU DIRTY TRAMP!" Janae screamed, resulting in a very weird look from her mother.
"Oh, and mom, Deanna just got George into what seems a lot of trouble. I mean it's not that bad, but Mrs. Weasley is going ballistic on his a—butt."
"George Weasley, you march right up to that sweet girl and apologize immediately!" Mrs. Weasley demanded.
"Ok, ok!" George said quickly, and sped down the hall. He knocked softly on the door, then opened it a crack.
I could have some fun with this Jage! Deanna thought to her sister.
Go for it Deed. You better let me in on it later though! I want to see these suckers die! Janae thought back quickly.
Deanna quickly lowered the neckline on her halter and lowered her pants so they were fitting snuggly on her lower hips.
"Come in George." She said with a sniffle. George walked in and closed the door behind him.
"Deanna, I—"George started to say, but Deanna cut him off. She walked slowly towards him, swinging her hips a little more than necessary. She breathed in shallowly, batted her eyelashes and stepped closer to the appalled young man.
"George…don't speak, I—I know that it was an accident, ad I'd be willing to forgive you if you take me right here. I mean RIGHT here. Right on this cold, tile floor. The first time I saw you I started to drool over your, toned, beautiful, sexy body." Deanna said in her best seductress voice. She slowly slid her hands up his shirt and settled them on his six pack. She couldn't help but feel something for him right there. She sighed in contentment, closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, squishing up against him pressing her chest onto his so an illegal amount of cleavage was showing. If she was out on the streets, muggle police would surround her and get the SWAT team to take her away. She kept thinking to snap out of this dream of fancying him. He's the enemy! She kept telling herself, but she kept going back to how beautiful his body was. How gorgeous he looked lying on top of her, how dead sexy he looked right at that moment with her pinning him to the wall.
George wrapped his hand around her waist and closed his eyes as well. They held each other for a minute or two, relaxing in the luxury of each others arms, both thoroughly enjoying themselves when Deanna spoke. "George baby?" Deanna whispered. George made a throaty question noise in reply. "This feels so…right. Especially since I just stole your wallet, and you haven't even realized it yet!" Deanna exclaimed, pulling away quickly, and making a mad dash for the door, she leaped down the hallways, and jumped down the stairs, running into the front room where everyone was seated, and sat down casually next to Veronika trying to regain her breath.
"Well, hello." Veronika said not even looking up from the book she was reading entitled How Wizards and Muggles are the Same. "Back from track practice so soon?"
"Shove of Ronnie. I have LOTS to tell you!" She said excitedly. "Tonight! Girl party! My room, 8:00. Don't be late! Oh…and bring as much sugar as you possibly can." Deanna added as an afterthought.
"Oo! Oo! May I come too?" Ginny Weasley asked chipperly.
"Don't—even—Think about it!" George said walked furiously towards the sitting girls.
"Aw, Georgie. You didn't enjoy our little encounter in the bathroom?" Deanna said, pinching his cheeks (a/n Uh...not those cheeks sicko! Or. Maybe I'm the sicko…ON with the story)
"Well, as much as I would like to say yes…dammit!" George exclaimed realizing his choice of words weren't exactly the right ones to use. Veronika smirked and looked at George.
"You be good to her Georgie. I don't just give her away to anyone." Veronika said smirking, the turning back to her book.
Back in the Kitchen
"Mr. And Mrs. Newell." Arthur Weasley started.
"Please Arthur, call us Mark and Tammie. We're your neighbors!" Tammie told him. Arthur nodded with a smile and started again.
"Mark and Tammie, we have a bit of a dilemma. Uh, well as you might know, He who must not be named is on the loose, and there is a special Order called the Order of the Phoenix in which Molly and I are a part of. Something has come up, and we have to go Headquarters. Unfortunately, we have no family to send our children off to, so we were wondering—"
"If we could watch them?" Tammie squealed. Molly nodded hopefully.
"We would love to! Wouldn't we Mark!" Tammie asked excitedly to her husband.
"Well. I'm sure that would be fine. I mean, we have the room for everyone. The house seems quite empty with all those extra rooms and such. We would love to have them!" Mark said happily, which was a very awkward face for him since it didn't come very often.
"Marvelous!" Molly said with relief.
(A/N I would normally end it here, but since I was lazy and didn't post for a LONG time, here's more to cleanse your pallet.)
"Dinner children!" Molly Weasley called from the kitchen. "Ginny dear, look at that sunset! The day is beautiful." Molly said, examining the horizon through the window.
"Yes mum." Ginny said tiredly. As she was carrying out a pitcher of pumpkin juice, and a pat of butter to the table outside, a figure raced past her, and put a piece of paper in Ginny's pocket that read:
You are cordially invited to my party.
I have an unknown source that says your family is staying with us for the remainder of the summer, and I want you to sleep with us tonight.
We're having a mad crazy party in my room tonight to talk about the events of tonight.
Be there, or be some shape that I don't want to talk about right now…
9:00 to whenever we decide it's safe to emerge from our cocoons.
GET TO DINNER MISSY!
Ginny smiled after reading the letter. She was going to be one of the girls!
"Yehaw!" she screamed, then walked calmly out to the table and set the jugs onto the table. She got a few odd looks, but she didn't care. She walked down to the end of the table where Deanna, Veronika, George and Fred were all arguing over what time was the best to do a panty raid.
"Obviously you go at 1:30 when the girls are asleep." Fred pointed out.
"1:30! I would still be doing my nails, and braiding Deanna's hair at that time." Veronika stated, piling mashed potatoes and a piece of chicken on her plate.
"Well little missy, what time is best for a panty raid?" George said exasperated.
"Around 3:30. We're not asleep yet, but we never are anyways. That's the time when we are all drowsy and we don't notice anything. Remember the time Ronnie, when we were playing truth or dare, and you were so tired that you told me that you would have sex for money any day of the week?" Deanna said bursting into a fit of giggles. Fred and George looked at each other gasping at what they had just heard, then looked at Veronika.
"You know—Ronnie—I think I have tonight open, and you're in luck because I just got my allowance!" Fred said happily.
"Go to hell spawn of Satan" Veronika retorted calmly.
"For you darling, anything." Fred said very amused at the face Veronika was making.
Deanna looked out of the corner of her eye at George who was now filling his cup with pumpkin juice. Deanna licked her lips, and as soon as George was done pouring, she grabbed the cup, and spit in it.
"Oo, sorry George, no snot this time. I can't say the same thing for that thing that landed on my face about an hour ago though." Deanna said smartly.
"Oo," Fred said, finally noticing the feud that was going on between the two. "She got you there George." George punched his twin in the arm, then swiftly raised his glass to her, but then threw it in her face.
"Oh…sorry darling. Slipped." George said with mock sympathy. Deanna wiped her face holding back from screaming at the top of her lungs at him.
"So that's your game is it?" Deanna asked laughing. She wiped her hands on the table attempting to dry them off, then reached at lightning speed for he plate, grabbed a bunch of mashed potatoes off of them and shoved them in his face and hair.
"Sorry babe. Must've slipped." Deanna said with a huge smirk.
"You've got quite an arm there." George said trying to wipe the potatoes out of his eyes.
"I played softball for 5 years." Deanna retorted.
" Oh, that and self defense?" George asked thinking he had got her there.
"Yup! I was the star pitcher for 3 years. I pitched at 88.51 kilometers per hour. That's about 55 miles per hour for all you American's out there." Deanna said to Veronika.
"Deanna...I never got my wallet from you." George said feeling his pocket.
"And I suppose you wanted to get it back from me?"" Deanna said very amused with toying with him.
"Actually..." George started
"No." Deanna finished.
Ok, so how was that! Thanks everyone for your reviews! The more I get, the more I'll write! Come on guys! get me up off of my lazy bum and get me to write!
SVS: No I've never heard of that book. Haha, i was trying to make it sound overly enthused...I sometimes use that though... I'm wierd. A lot of these phrases I've gotten from everyday life...like Fly away yucky,(it's kind of an inside between my sister and I, so if you don't find it funny, it's ok!) and utterly fabu.
