Chapter 33
7th Year Dance
The next morning, George stopped me on the way to Charms.
"Rina, we gotta talk," he said, coming up to me.
"I'm leaving Hogwarts," he announced.
"What?"
"Next week, Fred and I are jacking our brooms from Umbridge's office and flying out of here,"
"What?"
'We're not gonna take it anymore. Academic achievement was never really our goal so we want out. But not before I do one important thing. Karina, will you attend the 7th year dance with me?"
"Of course," I said, "but why do you have to go so soon?"
"I just don't belong here," George explained, "I'm also doing it for Fred. He wants to visit Amelia again and meet her Mum. He can't do that while here. And that's really important,"
"So you're leaving me?"
"No!" George sighed, "you'll still see me, but"
"Not as much," I sighed, "I know. And next year I won't and until I get out of school , we can finally be together,"
"I'm sorry Rina, but I have to do this. Fred's my brother. I have to do this for him. So please, come to the dance with me as our final date until summer. It's the least you can do before we have to say,"
"Goodbye," I finished, "yeah, I'll come,"
The rest of the day was overwhelming. I was so sad that George was leaving, but I know he had to do it. Amelia was important to in the way that she and Fred were in a relationship. It was important for Fred to be with Amelia. They had to get a whole bunch of things cleared up. And then there's all the paperwork that needs to be done after the baby is born. The thought of Fred doing paperwork cracked me up. Honestly, he cannot sit still for a while ever.
Friday night came and we headed to Hogsmeade for the dance. I was in a pink backless velvet dress. George couldn't keep is hands off me the whole time through. I was happy though, happy that I could be with him. Fred didn't even bother going. Angelina wasn't there either, I noticed. Alicia went with Lee Jordan though and they seemed to have a great time. It was really fun there were drinks (no alcohol).
At 10:00, George led me out onto the balcony of the hall we were at for the dance.
"Karina, I'm really sorry," he apologized for the millionth time, "I hate having to hurt you in this way, but it's important to Fred. I know he would have done the same thing for me,"
"Its okay," I said for the millionth time. But deep down, I knew I wasn't okay. I guess it must have showed because George said,
"You're not okay, Rina. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you aren't alright. You pretend to be so happy, but when I look into your eyes, all I see is sadness. I'm sad about this too you know,"
'I guess it's the fact that we're already being ripped apart," I sighed, "it's just so soon,"
"I'm sorry," George apologized, "but on Monday, Fred and I are out of here,"
"I know," I said, "I just wish I could do something more with you before you go,"
"What would that be?' he asked.
"A little more," I said, and with that I kissed him probably more then ever before, harder then ever and I let him touch me. I dunno why, but it just happened. His hand creped along my breasts as we kept kissing.
"Are you really okay with me doing this?" he asked. I nodded.
"Did you like it?" I asked. George blushed.
"A little," he said. I giggled.
"Perv," I whispered to him.
"Hey!" I just kissed him again.
"Actually, a lot," George corrected himself. I giggled and let him in again.
That night, I realized something important. That was no matter what happened George would be by my side, forever. That and the fact that I'm not really 11 at all.