(an: sorry for the time lapse between the last few chapters. I actually had writer's block for Ch. 8 until I saw that t-shirt. Hope you liked the slight twist at the end. It surprised even me. And the music group was Right Said Fred of the infamous "I'm Too Sexy" era. Welp, enjoy.)
Ch.9
"Me?" I asked and started choking on my own spit.
"Ohmigod." He looked startled as he pounded on my back.
"I'm alright. Just surprised." I said, catching my breath.
"I shouldn't have said anything."
"Naw, it's alright. It just. . . I was. . .um. . .Time-out. Gimme a second to think." I stared out at the Quidditch pitch. George. George Weasley likes me. A Weasley twin wants me. Damn. Where to start. He's two years younger than me. But he's hot. And he can kiss. On the other hand I'm in love with Oliver. But that's not going anywhere. I don't think it is anyways. Ollie did seem upset that George and I had 'gotten together'. But he could have just been upset I didn't tell him. Oh, what the hell are you thinking about Oliver for. This is about George. The same kid that wants to date you. Aw, shit, I need more time.
"I need to sleep on the idea." I said, looking up into those hazel-green eyes. So hopeful.
"O-okay." He stammered.
Awkward moment.
"See ya tomorrow." I said, leaving him standing there.
What in the hell am I going to do?
Talk to Oliver. That was the first thing to pop in my head. But talk to him about George? Worth a shot.
"Ollie!" I shouted, even though he was sitting not five feet from me.
"What?" he shouted back.
"Let's go for a walk!"
"Sure, I need to practice it more."
So we headed off to the enchanted garden, which had become our special spot to talk.
"Uh, you remember when I said that George and I didn't have anything going on?"
"Yeah."
"Well, when he pulled me back, he admitted that he liked me. Ohmigod. That kiss in there was real! I didn't think about that!"
He just sat there staring at me.
"I don't know if I even like him in that way. I've never really thought about him before. What should I do Ollie? Should I at least give it a try?" I looked at him pleadingly.
"Wait, that kiss was real?" he asked.
"Urgh. Yes, now I know it was. But he likes me Ollie. What am I supposed to do?"
"So you're telling me George Weasley likes you."
That's what I've been saying dumbass. That was mean. Calm down a bit.
"Yes."
"And you like him?"
"I don't know."
"But you are asking me if you should give him a shot."
"Yes."
"I dunno."
"No advice?"
"Why are you asking me? This is about what you want. I don't have much luck in relationships, remember?" He was getting defensive.
"I remember, Oliver. You're just my best friend and I want your input on this."
"My input? Date him if you want. It's your life."
"Fine. I will." I started getting huffy. I couldn't help it. He was being such an ass about this.
"Go ahead then."
"Why are you being such an ass?"
"Because I can."
"There's a good comeback."
"Why do you want to date George?"
"Because I can."
"Can we quit fighting like five-year-olds?" he asked.
"You started it."
"Emma." He said warningly.
"Okay, fine. Truce."
"Truce. Why do you want to date George?"
"I don't know if I want to. That's why I'm talking to you."
"Okay. My thoughts? George is a good guy. A troublemaker, yes. Funny as hell. Will he treat you right? Yes. But he's not good enough for you."
Where had I heard that before?
"Why not?"
"Because no one will ever be good enough for you."
"Where the hell did that come from?"
"Okay, no one will ever be good enough for you in my eyes."
"Aww. But you realize I'm going to have to start dating sooner or later."
"Do I get to choose?"
"No."
"Cause I pick later."
"You don't get to choose."
"Damn."
I smiled.
"So are you going to date him?"
"Might as well try."
"I'll support you then."
"Thanks buddy."
"Just don't show him this room, because it's ours."
"Deal."
"And no more kissing in the locker rooms."
"Deal."
"How about no kissing at all."
"Not happening. Nice try though."
"Can I chaperone your dates?"
"Hell no."
"Can I-"
"Quit trying."
"Okay."
"Let's go."
"Fine."
When we got to the common room, I dropped off Oliver and picked up George.
"George! Get your ass out here!"
"What's up?" he asked as soon as the portrait closed behind him. I wasted no time in shoving him up against the wall and kissing him. Better the second time around.
"I guess this means you like me?" he asked after I stopped attacking him.
"We'll see."