The Song: You Look Wonderful Tonight, by Eric Clapton The Song: You Look Wonderful Tonight, by Eric Clapton
The Characters: George Weasley, and Angelina Johnson
The Inspiration: Its time to go home now / And I've got an aching head / So I give her the car keys / She helps me to bed
The Rating: K+
The Disclaimer: It isn't mine! Shocking!
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(drowning in amber)
George stared at the bottom of the glass, astonishment registering slowly as he realized that there was no longer any amber Firewhiskey in it. Looking up, he took in the empty glasses. Were there really that many? Had he drunk that much? He half-turned, to ask Fred how many before cold reality broke the surface of the warm, drunken bubble. Fred was dead.
"Another one, Tom!" he called, shaking his empty glass at the bartender. With an uncertain, and sympathetic smile, the man obliged.
"George," said a voice, a firm hand slipping between his own, and the drink. "George, stop. You-" the voice faltered, "you shouldn't be here this late."
"And what're you doing here then, Ang- Angelin- Gelin…?" He mumbled, lips uncertain of the words they threw out.
"Angelina," she said softly, her hand lifting the full glass away, the amber of the liquid, and the dark skin of her hand contrasting beautifully. "I'm looking for you."
"Why?" he wanted to know as he stood, wobbling slightly.
"Because I'm worried, that's why!" she snapped, putting his arm around her shoulders and she slid her own around his waist. "I'll take you home. And besides… we both need the company."