Disclaimer - You know by now.
A/N - She had to be in there somewhere, I do like a bit of trouble, a bit of drama! I think this might well be the last slightly pointless chapter, but I like the fact that stuff always seems to get in the way for Chloe and George. Always happens in real life, why not in fiction!
Dancing And Drinking
"Well done Clo, you managed to stay on your heels!" Angelina laughed as Chloe returned to the table, after receiving her award and posing for pictures for both the Daily Prophet and the Ministry. She grinned at Angelina.
"I know, I'm prouder of myself for that than everything else put together!" everyone laughed, and Ginny handed Chloe a glass of champagne, before raising hers to make a toast.
"To Chloe, 'cause she didn't fall flat on her arse!"
"Or my face!" Chloe added, as everyone cried,
"To Chloe!"
As the night wore on, the music changed from a live band to a DJ from the Wizarding Wireless Network playing muggle music, and Chloe was thankful that Rachel kept her distance. In between dances with the other girls, she and George had a brilliant time, chatting and laughing like they hadn't in years. Everyone was feeling the effects of the alcohol by this time, and there was a lively party atmosphere. On her way to the bar with Hermione, Chloe spotted Angelina and Fred snogging in a corner, and pointed the pair out to Hermione with glee.
"Lookit them two Hermione! What's the bet that they'll be goin' home together tonight?" she giggled. Hermione looked around wildly, not realising what Chloe was referring to in her drunken state.
"Oof, look its Fred'n'Angelina! Thas what you needs to do to George, just grab 'im an snog 'im Clo!" Chloe giggled again.
"Maybe I will! But only if you grabs Ronald Weasley an snogs him!" Hermione giggled stumbling slightly, and grabbing a table for support.
"I wish I could, I do. But he don't love me Clo, he loves Lavender Brown!" Chloe stopped, and turned to face Hermione, who walked straight into her.
"Don't be stupid, he's like, proper obsessed with you!"
The girls got their drinks, and stumbled back to the table, to find Angelina sat there with a smug smile.
"Fred's gone to get me some drinks! He's a very, very good kisser." she said seriously, before turning to George. "You, when are you just gonna snog Chloe? She looks lush, don't she?" Chloe turned crimson at Angelina's words, but couldn't help but smile when George looked around the room wildly and stuttered,
"Um, she looks, um, gorgeous, and um, well, I might, if she doesn't mind, well…"
At that point, Ginny pushed Chloe so she fell into George's lap, and they looked at each other in shock for a moment, their faces turning redder by the second, before turning in opposite directions.
"Pfft!" Ginny exhaled, "Bloody 'ell, you two is useless!" Fred walked over to the table carrying drinks for himself and Angelina, wearing the same smug smile as her.
"Ooh look, they're actually touching!" he cooed in George and Chloe's direction.
"I feel a bit funny," Hermione said, her face a delicate shade of green, "in fact, I feel a bit sick." Chloe heaved herself out of George's lap, and took hold of Hermione's arm.
"C'mon you, I'll take you to the loo." Angelina and Ginny followed, somewhat unsteadily, arms linked, singing along to the song playing.
When they reached the toilet, Hermione splashed her face and drank some water straight from the tap.
"Haha! You can tell she's drunk," Ginny hiccoughed, "she'd never, ever do that if she weren't!" The water settled Hermione's stomach, and she wasn't sick. As they left the toilet, they bumped into Rachel.
"Chloe," she sneered, "drowning your sorrows, is it?" Chloe looked bemused.
"What sorrows? I don't have any sorrows, do I Ange?" she asked, looking genuinely confused. Angelina giggled.
"Nope, none!" she sang, "George loves you, and you loves him, and yous gonna get married an have little tiny babies and stuff!"
"Hardly," Rachel replied, "I think it's pathetic really, the way you're chasing him. Though I must admit, I find it funny that you're after my sloppy seconds."
"She ain't," Hermione broke in, "she had him 'fore you did!"
"And how did you work that one out?" It was Ginny who spoke this time, sounding highly amused.
"Well, she had him at Bill an Fleur's wedding, didn't she? And you did not!" Rachel's face turned red with a combination of alcohol and anger.
"Don't tell such stupid lies, I was the first person he slept with!" she spat. Chloe giggled. "What do you think you're laughing at?"
"You!" she cried. "You call me pathetic, but you're the sad one really. Oh, all this time you thought that you had him first. I can't believe he never told you!"
"Your whole relationship was liesh!" Angelina slurred, before adding, "I've never loved George more!" At that comment, all four girls burst into peals of laughter and walked past Rachel, and were still giggling when they reached the table.
"What're you laughing at missus?" George asked Chloe. She leant over, and placed a kiss on his cheek.
"You're fab George, you really is!"
"Why?" he asked. Chloe said nothing, but giggled.
"You just made her night," Hermione said, "'Ere, is there no more sham-pag-knee?"