I apologize in advance for the way this chapter goes back and forth! They will not all be like this, I promise.
"How'd it look from up here?" I asked the large group.
A few jumped in shock, but they all let out a laugh and smiles upon seeing me. I glanced at my attire of gray sweatpants and orange tank top. I shrugged. "No one wants to be in formal clothes after a day like today."
"You were great out there!" George exclaimed.
I grinned. "Thank you," I said softly.
"Have you seen—. Oh! There you are." Healer Browns came into the room, holding two small vials. "You left without grabbing these. Make sure you take them or that knee won't heal right."
I nodded. "I will. Thank you." I turned back to everyone when she left. "'Sorry. It's a pain having to remember which vials certain injuries require."
"You took a couple pretty painful hits out there," Fred commented. "I'm impressed."
A knock on the door interrupted me from saying anything. I turned seeing my teammates.
"We're going to go out for some dinner, you in, Ravenclaw?" Galvin asked after surveying the room.
I glanced at George who was looking uncomfortable and slightly angry. "Nah, I'm going to head home. My knee's still healing up; can't have Coach yelling at me."
Joey glanced at Harry. "Surprised you aren't playing, Potter. Saw you catch that snitch your first year."
"You've got a fight in you," Galvin agreed.
Harry grinned. "After seeing the way those bludgers hit you all today, I don't think I'll play very much again."
"Not every game is as vicious as this one," Joey assured. He nudged my shoulder with a grin. "You're lucky if you have a bloody hot girl taking—."
"Alright! That's enough, you git." I waved them towards the door. "Go flirt with someone else."
They laughed, trying to drag me with them, but eventually left. I swiped my hair away from my face as it fell out of the hair tie. "'Sorry 'bout that."
George's face was set in a hard glare as he continued looking at the door.
I rolled my eyes, and looked to Ginny. "Be honest. How terrible did we look out there?"
She smiled, shaking her head. "You looked amazing. I definitely want to play after Hogwarts now."
"I'll talk to Coach and see if you can come to a few practices, then you'll really know if you want to play."
Her eyes lit up. "Really? Could you do that?"
"That bludger turned my knee cap to dust today—he owes me for protecting his precious seeker."
A quiet wave of laughter made its way around the room before I let out a yawn and stretched my arms over my head. I looked at George who was still pouting. "I remember making a deal with someone, but he's acting miserable right now."
Fred snickered along with his brothers as George's eyes widened. He grabbed my hand, pulling me from the room. "What about Jo—."
I pushed him against the wall, smirking when he let out his breath in slight panic. "My turn," I whispered.
He chuckled, setting his hands on my hips. "Merlin, you are perfect."
"You know, I've been thinking the same thing about you since I met you."
"Hogsmeade tomorrow night?"
I shook my head as my hands tangled in his hair. "My flat. Tonight," I breathed, looking up at his eyes. I smiled slightly as his eyes narrowed. "Going to Hogsmeade is too typical."
He pulled me closer to him. "So you suggest we go to your flat at night?"
"We'll cook dinner and we can watch a movie."
"What's a movie?"
I smiled, one of my hands trailing down his face to rest on the back of his neck. "It's a muggle invention. My mother was—."
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with happiness. "Your mother was a muggle and your father a wizard. Like my mother is a wizard and my father is a wizard."
"Thank you," I whispered softly. I'm not sure if he knew how much his acceptance truly meant to me.
"Do you want me to bring anything?"
I shook my head. "I have everything we need at the flat. I should warn you that I share it with Elizabeth since it's a team flat."
"Will she be there?"
"No. She should be out with the guys celebrating the win."
He smiled crookedly at me. "Sounds great."
"You work fast, don't you?" I mumbled, glancing down at where his thumbs were rubbing circles on my hips.
He started to pull away. "You drive me blood crazy, Sophia. I don't realize I'm doing half the things I do when you are around."
**3rd Person**
"Leave your brother be, boys!" Molly chastised quickly.
The five boys pulled their ears away from the door and from where they could hear George and Sophia talking in the hallway.
Charlie chuckled. "Alright, Mum, but your little Georgie is growing up."
"He's an adult now," Arthur reminded them.
"An adult whose going to his girlfriend's flat tonight," Fred snickered.
Molly's eyes widened. "Oh, he's too young! Arthur!"
Sirius shook his head at her. "Molly, they're not going to do anything either of them hasn't done before."
Fred held his hands up in a gesture of peace when she set her eyes on him. "He hasn't told me if he's done the deed."
Laughter bubbled up from outside the door and all talking in the room ceased.
"George, stop tickling me! I have to leave."
He laughed, loud and boisterously. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"I will see you tonight, and remember to tell your family I said thank you for coming."
"Will do."
A few moments of silence passed before Sophia's laughter echoed into the room. "George, you must let go if I am to leave!"
He chuckled nervously. "Oh, right."
The door opened then, letting in a flustered George. "I'm going to marry that girl," he said with glazed over eyes.
Molly burst into tears at his words, pulling him into a hug, but he didn't even realize it. The only thing he was thinking of was how he could make Sophia his.
**Later that night**
George had all of my attention, so when the knife neared my finger I didn't realize it until it cut through.
"Ouch!" I hissed, yanking my hand back before blood could get on the onion I was cutting.
"Let me see," he insisted. He cradled my hand in his and then grabbed the nearest towel. "It's not too bad." He wrapped my finger up, applying the slightest of pressure.
"You know, all I have to do is flick my wand and my finger will be healed again."
He stepped a little closer to me. "You know, I'm trying to make a move and you are making it quite difficult."
"Oh," I breathed as he smirked. "Things are moving very fast, George," I whispered when he started leaning down towards my lips.
He froze, giving my finger a little squeeze to show me he was listening.
"I just met you two months ago, and now we're suddenly acting like we've been dating for a year. I've never even had a boyfriend."
"I've never had a girlfriend. I told you that before," he reminded me. "Does it matter that we're taking this fast if it feels right, Soph?"
My eyes filled with tears and I shook my head. "D-d-don't call me that," I whispered. "My dad…"
His hands moved to hold my face. "I apologize, darling." His thumbs brushed at the few tears that had fallen.
I quickly turned the stove off and took his hand, pulling him with me to the living room. "We'll just get take away."
"We don't even have to eat dinner," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
I looked at him incredulously. "I am positively starving. I'll eat your share if you aren't hungry."
He sat down, taking me with him. As I curled up into his side, he grinned. "A girl with an appetite, I do believe I've picked well."
I rolled my eyes. "Who said you picked me?"
**At The Burrow**
Molly glanced at the clock anxiously. "What if they're hurt?"
"Mum, they are not hurt," Bill insisted. "It's only nine o'clock."
"Besides, you won't be getting any grandkids soon," Fred assured her. "Ange remembers Sophia from Hogwarts."
Angelina nodded from her spot next to Fred. "She's very conservative about those types of matters. She's a marriage before…uh…"
"They won't shag until they are married," Fred finished for her.
"Know anything else?" Charlie asked.
She shrugged, taking a swig of her Butterbeer. "She kept to herself, and never dated. She's incredibly brilliant; she'd give Hermoine a run. Oh, she was very close to her parents. They were the only family she had left. She would visit them every break and during the Hogsmeade visits."
"No friends?" Ron mumbled, slightly critical.
Angelina shifted uncomfortably. "She had some muggle friends where her family lived, but most people at Hogwarts stayed away from her. She was smart, her parents did anything and everything for her, her ancestor helped found the school, and all of the professors loved her. She was intimidating, not to mention beautiful. The boys just assumed she wouldn't give them the time of day, so they let her be. And girls…well, girls were girls. They didn't try to make friends with her."
Fred slipped his hand into hers under the table.
"You forgot the part where she had a muggle for a mother," Bill added, an edge to his voice.
Sirius sighed. "One day people will stop seeing that as a difference."
**Back With Sophia**
I could feel him looking at me as I ate another spoonful of the chocolate ice cream. "What?"
He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're beautiful."
"I'm stuffing my face full of ice cream." I rolled my eyes. "I'm sure I'm the picture of beauty," I said sarcastically.
He took a bite. "You are."
A few beats of silence passed as the movie droned on. Somewhere in the midst of Finding Nemo our attention had been focused onto each other. I glanced at the clock and had to suppress an involuntary yawn.
"It's late. I should probably be going."
"I'll walk you out." I turned the movie off, pushing the blanket away from me and getting to my feet.
He grabbed his jacket off of the rack and then turned to me, leaning against the doorway. "Will I get to see you again?"
"Do you want to see me again?"
He smiled, nodding his head. "Very much, Miss. Ravenclaw." He came forward, wrapping his arms around my waist as my back hit the wall. "I seem to always find you in this position."
I smirked. "Good night, George."
His eyes glanced at my lips and then back to my eyes. His hand cupped my cheek before he slowly leaned down towards me. He stopped, waiting for me to move. His chocolaty breath blew across my face.
I sighed in pure bliss and pressed my lips to his.