A/N: This is especially for SushiLuver, who has been so kindly reminding me daily to update.

"So what do you feel like wearing?" Angelina asked for the millionth time that evening. It was half an hour past the time they were to have been at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and yet they still sat in front of Angelina's closet staring at her vast array of clothing. Katie was refusing to select an outfit. Lee, who had gotten fed up with waiting for the girls, had set off 45 minutes previously. Angelina was anxious to go, but she had a feeling that if she left Katie to her own devices, her friend would simply choose the easiest route of not going at all.

Katie shrugged yet again and fell backward on the bed. Her eyes, however, went back to a dress she had been glancing at for the past ten minutes.

"Right," Angelina said, preferring now to simply cut through whatever reasons Katie had for remaining indecisive. She pulled the dress from the closet. It was deep purple, spaghetti strapped, and made of taffeta with a few sparkles across the bodice and skirt. "Obviously you want to wear this dress, but are afraid of saying so because you always dress as something clever. So I'm just going to make this very easy—go put this on, we'll transfigure it somehow to actually fit you, and then we'll leave the funny stuff to George this year, alright?"

Katie opened her mouth to protest, but after a very pointed glare from Angelina, simply took the offered dress and retired to the bathroom. She sensed a pattern developing regarding her wardrobe and Angelina Johnson.

XxX

George Weasley had been throwing involuntary glances toward the door for at least the last hour. Everyone else had managed to show up with the exception of Katie and Angelina. Indeed, all of the wizarding world between the ages of eighteen and thirty seemed to be at his shop. The store floor had been cleared out to make way for a bar, a disc jockey's table, and an enormous dance floor. He, Ron, Lee, and Harry had been taking turns manning the door, handing out free trick sweets to the children who stopped by, and taking cover fees from anyone else who happened to want admittance.

"Who are you waiting for, George?" shouted a young dark-haired witch he vaguely recognized from Hogwarts. She had been tailing him rather vigorously for the last half hour.

"No one," he shouted back. It was difficult to hear or be heard over the music, something he had personally seen to at the beginning of the evening. All over, people were dancing, drinking, or engaging in a large number of traditional Halloween activities he had set up at the corners of the room. Michael Bell, for example, had just emerged, his dark, tousle-haired head wet, from a tub of apples. He had half a Bludger crushed into the side of his skull, and was wearing his Kenmare uniform which was covered in dragon's blood. Alicia, standing next to him and dressed in a rather skimpy librarian's outfit, did not seem to find his costume incredibly funny.

The girl, Parvati she had said her name was, was dressed as a cat along with her twin sister who was off somewhere snogging Roger Davies. She persisted in talking to him.

"But you keep looking at the door!" she said earnestly. "Really, who isn't here?"

Feeling just a little exasperated, George finally turned to her and answered shortly, "A couple of my friends."

"Ooh, were they in Gryffindor too?" she eagerly asked. George considered for a moment.

"Were you in Gryffindor?" he questioned, desperately wracking his brain for a memory of this girl and praying that she hadn't been one of his infamous snog-in-the-closet partners. She was young and pretty enough to have been.

Parvati just laughed. "Of course I was!" she answered cheerfully. "I was in your brother Ron's year. He dated my roommate…Lavender Brown? Do you remember her?"

Suddenly George burst out laughing. He doubled over at the memory of his brother's ridiculous ex-girlfriend and riotously hooted, finally wiping a tear from his eye. "Sorry," he apologized, still breathing irregularly and attempting to stand up straight. "Yes, I remember her. How could I forget Lavender Brown? Where is she, anyway? And where's Ron? This will be good…"

"She went back to school to make up the last year," Parvati answered, slightly stiffly now. "Anyway, it doesn't matter now that he's with Granger, does it?"

But he had stopped listening to her. In his visual scan for Ron, he noticed that the door had opened again, and his attention was arrested by who was walking through it. Angelina, in a very short white lab coat, was bustling in. George strained to see who was following her. If only Angelina wasn't so tall…

"Say," Parvati continued. "You don't fancy a dance, do you?"

Just then, Angelina stepped aside. Behind her stood Katie—barely recognizable in a tight purple dress which hugged her curves and flowed out into a light and sparkling skirt. She wore a pair of lavender wings on her back and a rather ornate looking eye mask on her face. Her hair was curled and hung in loose ringlets around her face. She gripped one of her wrists and looked around a little nervously.

"Sorry," George apologized, half-gone already as he made his way across the dance floor. "Um…maybe later, yeah? Next slow song."

XxX

Katie looked out at the vast array of people in slight shock. She'd known the boys were expecting a big crowd, but this was frankly a little ridiculous. She silently wished her friends were the sort of people content to spend an evening in a corner, making jokes and drinking alcoholic cider, as opposed to feeling compelled to wreak as much havoc as possible on anyone within earshot. It was a fool's hope, however, and she knew it, accepting Angelina's lead in setting off to find Lee.

She also wished she weren't wearing this ridiculous costume—she wasn't even certain what she was supposed to be.

"Kates!"

She turned to find her brother, already half-drunk, with his arm slung around Alicia who was warily being drug about.

"What the hell're you supposed to be?" he slurred, looking her up and down. "You look like a common girl."

"She's a fairy, Michael, quit being a twat," Alicia scolded, and leaning in to give Katie a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "And a very pretty one, Katie."

"Well I think you look dreadful," Michael continued, to his sister's scowling.

"Too bad I didn't think of 'dead quidditch player' first!" she mocked. "That would have been a real winner—your captain's going to do his nut when he finds out what you've done to your uniform."

Her brother laughed. "Stebbins? Nah, he's already seen it. He thinks it's great."

Katie sincerely doubted this, but said nothing.

"Want to come bob for apples with me and 'Lic, little sis? Well…mostly me…Alicia won't do it, she thinks the cider's spiked…"

Alicia caught Katie's eye and they both rolled their eyes. However, maybe a little alcohol was what she needed…

She was about to take her brother up on his offer when she suddenly saw a bright red head coming through the dense crowd which was being parted rather rudely. Her face faintly breaking into a small smile, she watched as George Weasley—dressed head to toe as the most elaborate angel she had ever seen—extracted himself from the masses and walked directly over to her.

"Kay," he said upon reaching her and giving her a quick hug. "I didn't think you were going to make it. You look…"

He seemed utterly lost for words as he gazed down at her.

"Beautiful," he finished solemnly.

Uncomfortable with the word, especially from George, Katie attempted to dispel the undue solemnity of the moment with humor.

"Well, I know it isn't clever enough and my skirt's not short enough to fit your guidelines…" she began, trying to laugh it off.

"It doesn't matter," he said. "You're perfect."

Michael looked curiously from George to his sister and back again, while Alicia silently pursed her lips.

"So do you want to explain your outfit, then?" Katie asked, plowing on through the sea of social discomfort. "Or am I supposed to believe you're content with merely being ironic?"

The redhead pretended to be put-out. "Ironic, Kates? Far from it…no, no, I'm simply embracing my true nature. See?"

She slowly shook her head. "No…"

He frowned. "I thought you were quicker than this, Bell. Look closer. Think harder."

Katie flicked her green eyes up and down George's figure. His costume was really very elaborate. He was wearing sandals, and the cloth making up his white robe looked heavy and expensive. From behind his shoulders, large white wings pointed upward toward the ceiling and over his head, it looked like he had enchanted a halo to float directly above his red hair. It was then that she noticed it…George had strategically combed his hair around his head so that the wide gaping hole where his ear had been was clearly visible. Suddenly, Katie cracked a grin.

"You get it now?" he asked excitedly.

"Oh, Merlin," she said, half-exasperated and half-admiring. "George, you didn't…"

He immediately jumped backwards and pointed excitedly to the back of his costume. In bright blue, bold letters across his shoulders, it read: HIS HOLEYNESS, G.F. Weasley.

Katie laughed aloud and shook her head. "That joke is terribly unfunny, George," she tried to lecture. "Fred told you so from the start, and it's only gotten worse."

"Well I think it's fantastic and so do a lot of people here," he answered cheekily, sweeping her into another hug. "So I'll thank you to keep your mouth shut…hey, would you like to-?"

She raised her eyebrows, but George had been cut off by the sudden appearance of—of all people—Parvati Patil cutting through the crowd.

"Slow dance, George," she said bossily, with flirtatious eyes and a somewhat unfriendly glance at Katie. "You promised."

"I—" George stumbled, looking down at her.

"It's okay," Katie answered, waving her hand and feeling surprisingly slightly alarmed. "We can dance later…"

"Okay," he grinned, removing his arm from around her waist, and continued to lead Parvati onto the dance floor. Katie watched, dumbstruck.

"I know," Alicia said, as she and Michael once again moved to surround her. "He's being George again…bloody girls following him around all night. Shouldn't be surprised, I guess, but still…"

"And the Quidditch blonde hasn't even appeared yet," Katie murmured under her breath.

"What?" Alicia asked curiously.

"Nothing. Um…how are you?"

She listened to her friend chatter on with unhelpful interruptions from Michael, and kept an eye on George and Parvati as the younger, dark-haired girl pulled herself closer and closer to him, the small frown upon her face nearly impossible to detect.

XxX

"Okay, Woody, are we going to continue to stare at the girl all bloody night, or are we going to make our move?"

Alex Leadholt was growing rather impatient from where he sat in the windowsill of WWW with Oliver Wood, swallowing yet another pint of cider and vodka.

"I came to meet girls, and I can't do that with you around behaving like a sodding rain cloud all evening," he continued to drawl. "So go."

"You go," Wood responded somewhat irritably, motioning his teammate off toward the dance floor. "No one's stopping you."

Leadholt didn't move however, and Oliver hadn't been expecting him to do so. Alex had been somewhat curious about his teammate's preoccupation with Katie Bell when he had almost any witch at his disposal. There was also the fact he felt somewhat guilty about misdirecting Oliver on the night he was supposed to meet this illusive girl, and causing him to miss her altogether.

Overall, Wood was indifferent to his teammate's presence on the windowsill. He was rather too far into his own thoughts to pay much attention to outside distractions at the moment.

"Besides," he muttered ruefully. "I might be a bit more inclined to 'make my move,' as you so eloquently express it, if I wasn't dressed as a bloody ponce in frills."

As he spoke, Oliver lightly touched the saber that was hanging from his belt. Leadholt had somehow convinced him it was a good idea to dress as some deluded woman's concept of a romantic hero. He had on britches and a rather ridiculous starched white collar and ruff. He had never felt more absurd in his life. Still, quite a few girls were eying him hungrily-and not just the ones who followed Puddlemore Quidditch.

"Nah," Alex said dismissively, taking another swig of cider. "At least there, you've got it right. Birds love that 'period' shit."

"I'll make sure to tell Katie that when she ridicules me," Oliver said darkly. Alex laughed.

"Whatever, mate. But just you wait, you'll be singing my praises when she asks to hold your sword."

Oliver ignored his innuendo and took a deep breath, striding across the floor to where Katie was standing in a corner with her brother, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, and Angelina Johnson. Blocking out Alex's taunts and the disappointed looks of several females, he walked calmly over to greet his friends. He refused to remain another moment in indecision.

"Oliver!" Angelina shouted as soon as she caught sight of him. "God, Ollie, you look kind of…god-like."

She stared in apparent surprise and her boyfriend frowned slightly. Wood cracked a grin.

"Thanks, Johnson, you don't look too bad yourself," he said cheerfully as he reached and briefly acknowledged the others in the circle. "Spinnet…very fitting costume…Bell. Jordan."

Alicia grinned and Michael and Lee nodded in greeting.

"Katie, I'd like to dance with you if you're free," Oliver continued, turning directly to her and holding out his hand. "You look beautiful."

The others raised their eyebrows slightly and exchanged looks, but Wood ignored them. His gaze was fixed on Katie who, for her part, scarcely seemed to have heard him at all. Instead, her focus seemed to be on someone who had just appeared at the front door.

"Katie?" Wood repeated, undeterred.

Slowly, Katie turned back toward him with a complacent smile. "Can I take a raincheck on that, Oliver? I've just got to go check something…"

And without waiting for a response, she hurried off, disappearing into the crowd and leaving the remainder of her friends in confusion. Oliver closed his mouth tightly and ignored the others' looks of sympathy, turned around, and headed back for the windowsill. Time to regroup. Time to restrategize.

XxX

Bloody younger Hogwarts girls.

Katie had never cared for them while she was in school—she was finding them even more objectionable tonight, now that the small circle around George had grown and he appeared less and less alarmed by the situation, and more and more at ease. Alicia was right. George was suddenly and inexplicably being George again. The same rougish grin had appeared on his face, along with the glint he got in the corner of his eye whenever he was turning on his devil-may-care charm.

Why couldn't he just be like Oliver-? Oliver who was sitting in a windowsill, while his female admirers hovered at a safe distance, too terrified to actually approach him.

George invites familiarity. The thought popped into her head the second she asked the question. It had been what she herself had uttered some years ago to Alicia, who was distressed at some or other of George's female companions. And it was true. His mile-wide smile and easy, unaffected air invited anyone who wanted to know the redhead to do so. Odd that she should be saying it now to herself, however. Who was she to care or to question whom her friend chose to pass the evening with? It had never bothered her much before.

She supposed she was perturbed because she herself was not having a good time, or at least not that kind of a good time, the thought of flirting with anyone being as alien to her as the costume she was now wearing. Perhaps she had just believed George had felt the same way. Not that he had a reason to—he wasn't the one engaged to Fred, after all. Oh, why did it matter anyway? It did not.

Still, Katie was so immersed in her own thoughts she barely noticed the approach of Oliver Wood, nor the marked way he was fixing on her. She had just looked up to greet him when past his burly frame she noticed a very pretty blonde girl at the head of the line out the door. Katie felt instantly that it was the girl from the Quidditch match.

Barely aware that Wood had just asked her for a dance, and even less certain of the reply she gave, she moved past her friend and walked purposely toward the door.

"My shift, Potter," she said cheerfully to Harry who was sitting lazily on a stool and marking off those on the guest list. He looked confused.

"But George said they were supposed to be hour shifts…" he trailed.

"Are you really complaining?" Katie answered abruptly. "Now go down some firewhiskey like a normal person."

Slightly startled at her brusqueness, perhaps, or just anxious to get back to the party, Harry relinquished the clipboard and sauntered off into the crowd. Katie took her place just as her query approached.

"Name?" she asked, a little more coldly than she had expected.

"Magda Perkins," the girl answered, barely looking at Katie. Her eyes were trolling the dance floor and appeared to have settled on George.

Katie flipped through the clipboard and found Perkins, Magda easily.

"Hmm," she mused. "I'm not seeing you here…who invited you?"

Now Magda's attention was caught. She removed her glance from George. "I should be," she said. "Lee Jordan said he would put me down. I'm sure he'll recognize me…he wanted to introduce me to his friend, George Weasley. He's the one who owns this shop, right?"

Thinking quickly, Katie feigned remembrance. "Oh," she said, a bit overdramatically. "That's right. Lee mentioned you. The girl from the quidditch match, right?"

"That's right," Magda smiled. "So you'll let me through?"

"Of course," Katie answered wildly. "George was wondering about you because you…er…look so much like his mother!"

The girl's face contorted bizarrely. "What?" she asked, frowning slightly.

"Yes!" Katie said. "Bizarre, isn't it? He wanted to, um, see if you were related. George is big on family. And his mother. Really big on his mother."

Magda blanched. "I think I've just remembered something…" she said, turning around.

"Thought you might," Katie answered sweetly under her breath. "Bye!"

And the blonde disappeared through the door, the bunny tail on her short skirt bouncing as she bounced down the stairs in her high heels.

"That girl looks absolutely nothing like my mother," said an amused voice behind her shoulder which made her jump. "Curious."

"Charlie Weasley," Katie said, half-amused and half-annoyed as she turned around to greet the second-born Weasley. "You wanker." He grinned at her.

"Fancy a dance?" he asked, and without waiting for a reply, seized her waist and led her to the dance floor where he pulled her easily into a close hold.

"I'm surprised George let you in without a costume," she observed, noting the simple long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans he was wearing.

Charlie shrugged. "Ah, well…" he said. "Family. And as you know, George is big on family."

Katie blushed deeply, but said nothing. They danced in silence for a moment before Charlie, unable to help himself apparently, began again.

"So what's the real story with the blonde, Katie Kate?" he asked conversationally, a bit of a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. "Bit of a grudge there, or simply looking out for my baby brother's best interest?"

Katie stared back at him haughtily. "It was simply a matter of crowd control," she answered. "It's all getting a little too hot in here, anyway. As you can see, if you just glance in the mere direction of your baby brother."

"The female half of the room does seem to be gravitating in that direction, doesn't it?" Charlie grinned. "Ah, George, he could never help himself. Got him in a fair bit of trouble from time to time, too. One Christmas, I remember, he came home with hex marks all over his face."

"That was actually Alicia's doing, I think," Katie answered, unable to help herself from laughing as well.

"And yet she seems to be fine now…" he trailed off mischievously. His dance partner chose not to take the hint, however, and began to cajole him about his own minimal dealings with romance. He laughed good-naturedly, but her wit was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a very determined looking Oliver Wood.

"I'm sorry, Weasley, but could I cut in?" Wood not so much asked, but stated. Charlie looked surprised, and barely had time to release Katie before Oliver swept her away and in the middle of the dancing couples. The bars of the song playing strained loudly.

"What the hell-?" Katie began, staring up at her friend wildly. It was so unlike Wood. "Oliver, what are you doing?"

"You promised me a raincheck, and I took it," he answered calmly. Idly, Katie noticed that Lee had taken up the post at the door, glancing in her direction in a somewhat resentful manner.

"I was dancing with Charlie…" she trailed off. She was more surprised than angry, and was additionally impressed with the firmness of his hold on her waist and the way he easily rotated her across the floor. Who knew Oliver Wood could dance?

"I know," he answered evenly. "But I wanted to dance with you. And besides, Katie, I have to talk to you."

She vaguely remembered him mentioning something along those lines earlier, and nodded.

"Alright."

He looked down at her seriously, his brown eyes seeming to bore a hole into her own with an intensity he usually reserved for Quidditch. Still, his tone was calm and even.

"I'm sure you've noticed," he began. "In fact, I know you know about my feelings for you."

She automatically opened her mouth to cut him off at the start, but he shook his head, silencing her.

"I'm sorry, Katie, but I need to tell you this. I like you. A lot. And I know the timing isn't convenient, and I know you probably don't want to deal with it, but I'm putting it out there. I've tried very, very hard to get you to notice me, and the lengths I've gone to win you, but so far you haven't seemed aware of it. So here's what I'm going to do—I'm going to stop, Katie. No more office visits, no more lunches. No more checking in to make sure you're doing alright."

She simply stared at him, bewildered.

"I want you to want me in your life, Katie, the same way I want you in mine. But that will never happen while I'm doing all the pushing. I'll still be your friend, but I'm going to behave toward you the same way I would any other friend. And Katie, I'm not going to dance with you again. Not until you ask me to dance with you."

The oddity of Wood's entire speech befuddled her, and Katie was able to configure her thought process only enough to question when she would have occasion to miss his dancing with her when Lee suddenly appeared at her side, eyes wide with what looked like anxiety and bewilderment.

"Sorry, Katie," he said, taking her arm and leading her away from Wood. "But I think you need to come to the door. Now."

Oliver Wood disapparated.

XxX

Alicia Spinnet was not enjoying herself. Her high heels were hurting her feet, and her boyfriend was a little too drunk to be deemed strictly chivalrous. She was constantly having to scold him for letting his hands wander, reminding him that their couplehood was still a well-guarded secret. Michael Bell simply seemed annoyed.

They danced in a corner where Alicia was sure Katie could not see, especially while Angelina was bobbing about with Dean Thomas in front of them. Alicia sighed and gazed over Michael's shoulder to where George was once again dancing with Parvati Patil, who was now sliding her arms over his chest. The insecurities and hurt of her Hogwarts days returned to her as she watched her ex-boyfriend navigate the swarm of young women eager for his attention.

Why was it, Alicia wondered, that she could absolve herself of all feelings for George Weasley and still be hurt by his actions? It was like it was a reminder to her that she had once been overlooked for these flights of fancy, and that even after she had been chosen, she remained second best. She was forever in the shadow of someone else.

The music turned slow and Michael encircled his arms about her waist. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck and, with the aid of her very high heels, sought to hide her face in his soft brown curls.

"'Lic," he murmured in an unexpected tone of sobriety. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," she answered automatically. "What makes you think something's the matter?"

He pulled away to face her. "You're sulking and you've been hitting away my hand for half the night. The only time I've seen you smile is when you're handing out sweets to Trick-or-Treaters."

"What do you know, you're drunk," she said, attempting to simply appear teasing.

"Not that drunk," he replied seriously. In an unwanted moment of clearness, Michael followed the quick flit her eyes made to Parvati Patil.

"Really, Alicia?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You don't know what it's like," she returned, scowling. "How could you? You've always gotten to be the dashing, star Quidditch player. You've never had trouble with girls. I was bookish, awkward Alicia who happened to be good on a broom and then forgotten during the week. You never put up with…"

She trailed off and then thrust her head in the direction of George and Parvati. "That," she finished lamely.

Michael considered her for a moment. "I'm sorry I've been a bore," he answered. "I probably shouldn't have drunk as much as I did, or have worn such a stupid costume. I realize that. And I realize I'm not the long-haul crush you had at school, but I do like you."

"I know," she answered quickly, feeling a little guilty for her outburst.

He gave her a small smile. "How about I prove it?" he proposed. "Come on, get your coat. We'll get a nice late dinner, and then go wherever you like, what do you say?"

Alicia hesitated. "What if Katie sees us leaving together?"

Michael glanced easily over her head and through the crowd. "Kates is dancing with Wood, he'll demand all her attention, trust me."

"I don't know…"

"Alicia. Come on. Come with me."

She couldn't help but smile a little at his earnestly impetuous face. It was the present that mattered after all, wasn't it? She nodded. "Yeah, alright," she answered.

"Good," Michael beamed. "Right this way, Miss Spinnet…it will be a fantastic evening, although I'm afraid I'm going to require that you have to stay in that skirt…hold on, what the-? No…"

For Michael had stopped dead in front of the open doorway of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Alicia, fumbling with her coat, ran into his back which had gone rigid. Puzzled, she glanced around him to where Lee Jordan appeared to have just opened the door. She peered around the doorframe. Michael's arm fell silently to his side, and Alicia's breath caught in her throat.

"Lee," she said authoritatively, once she had regained her speech. "Go get Katie."

XxX

Katie barely had time to complain that she was quite tired of being seized by a different man every five minutes before Lee had practically dragged her to the door where Michael and Alicia were standing, bizarrely frozen.

Katie failed to take in the oddness of the scene. "Oh for goodness' sake, Lee, it's just Michael and 'Lic. I know they're…"

But she suddenly dropped off as she noticed a very familiar and very unexpected face at the doorstep. Lee dropped her arm as she ran to join her brother. She stopped just in time before she crashed into the figure. Her stomach had just flipped over.

"Dad?"

XxX

Parvati Patil continued to chatter determinedly in George's ear. This time she was going on about her new flat in London which she was sharing with her sister. She was dropping very strong hints that she would like him to see it, and George guessed that if he even expressed so much as a vague desire to, he could have been there within the hour and then stayed the night.

As it was, he was more focused on untangling himself from her limbs and crossing the dance floor to where Katie was dancing with his brother. He had still not gotten to talk to her since the few words they had exchanged at the beginning of the party. And much as he wanted to, he was getting sidetracked by the gaggle of girls that were surrounding him.

George couldn't pretend it wasn't nice to be receiving some female attention again after so many months of self-imposed isolation. He was certain Fred would have cajoled him for taking so long. And he had felt a bit of his old self reawaken, the old rush of pursuit reentering his system. At Hogwarts, he would have had one of these girls in a broom cupboard in under five minutes flat. Tonight, however, he was warring with his slightly nobler intentions of being with his friends. Namely, Katie.

"George!" Parvati demanded his attention once again. "I asked if you'd ever been to Wondsworth."

"'Course I have," George said idly. "Loads of times."

"And you've seen the apartments where I live? The Belmont?"

In the split second he had looked down at Parvati, Katie appeared to have changed partners. She was now dancing with Oliver Wood who was holding her quite close. He danced in a way that suggested he'd held her before—maybe in a bar? Victory's Villa? He felt all his animosity toward the pair return in a single second.

Then, suddenly, they were gone. He had once again made the stupid mistake of taking his eyes from them, and he had lost them. He glanced wildly toward the door—all he saw was Michael Bell stepping outside. They had left. Together.

"No I certainly haven't,," he returned, gazing back down at the very pretty girl who was now pressing her hips into his. "Why don't you show it to me? I'm sure Lee can hold down the party."

A wide grin spread across Parvati's face as she gripped onto his arm, and turned on the spot, disapparating with George tightly in hold.

XxX