I made all my plans

And she has made hers

She kept me in mind

But I wasn't sure

I searched every room

For a way to escape

But every time

I tried to leave

She keeps holding on to me

For dear life

And blocking my way

Ed Sheeran -She


Chapter Fourteen: The Date

Ginny woke up the next morning in Blaise's bed. They had talked after the dance last night into the wee hours in the morning and Blaise didn't trouble her about leaving.

*START FLASHBACK*

"Ginny you're so lucky you're like a little sister to me because any other bint would be getting cussed out right now." said Blaise disappointed in Ginny on how she did things.

"I know, I know. I didn't mean to just tell him like that. I was going to sit him down and break it to him gently." said Ginny, head down, looking at the green carpet on the floor.

"Why Krum though Gin? Why? He's a git!"

"I know that Blaise."

Blaise looked at Ginny in shock. "Wait, you know he is and yet you said yes to him anyways? Explain yourself!"

"Look, I thought that maybe if I started dating someone else, not only would Draco move on, but I would too. I really picked Luka because he'll be gone after the New Year. That should be enough time right?"

Blaise couldn't help but actually be impressed with her idea. "Well well, I always knew you were a Slytherin." he said with a small chuckle.

"Oh shut up."

"But yeah I guess it would be enough time. But what about afterwards when he leaves?"

"Draco would have moved on and gotten himself another girl. And I could be free to do whatever I wanted. Maybe even go back to Gryffindor so I won't have to see him as much."

Blaise grabbed Ginny's shoulders. "You will do no such thing! You're a Slytherin for life now. You're not leaving me."

Ginny laughed and moved Blaise's hands. "I'll think about it. I will admit, I like it here much better than in Gryffindor."

"Let's not change the subject." said Blaise staying on task. "Do you really want to get over Draco just like that? I know what you two went through was heavy, but you two were there for each other. And he still cares about you and I know you still care for him too...god I hate that you have me talking like a sappy git."

"I don't want to go through it again. I don't deserve it. You know that Blaise."

"You know why he did it too. You would have been dead and you know it Gin." said Blaise, sitting beside Ginny putting his arm around her shoulders.

"I know."

"Do you fancy Luka in the slightest?"

"I do. He's a really nice person, a real gentleman. He's funny, he loves quidditch as much as I do. He reminds me of a Bulgarian Draco sometimes."

"Oh please Gin, don't you even compare the two. Draco is nothing like that prat." scoffed Blaise.

Ginny shook her head. "We'll) if he's so wonderful, why don't you date him?"

Can't. See he lacks three things that are very important to me." laughed Blaise.

*END FLASHBACK*

Ginny rolled out of Blaise's bed, writing him a quick note that she was planning on going to Hogsmeade later on after she got ready. She then walked out of Blaise's room, right into one of the people she would rather not see.

"Oh Ginny! Good morning!" said Romilda much too happy for Ginny's liking.

"Hey Ro. You look...cheerful this morning."

"Oh because I had such a wonderful night, didn't you?" asked Romilda as she spun around like an idiot.

"For the most part yes. I'm glad that Draco showed you a good time I guess." said Ginny forcing a smile as she walked towards her room.

"He certainly did. And get this. He asked me out! And I said yes!"

Ginny stopped dead in her tracks. "You mean to the Yule Ball already right?"

Romilda shook her head. "No no silly. He asked me to be his girlfriend. In his girlfriend now!" she said positively delighted.

Ginny held back everything she could. She felt as if she was going to burst into flames. "Wow...that's great Ro. Do you know if Draco is in his room?"

Romilda, oblivious to Ginny's anger nodded. "He is. Shall I get him for you?"

"No dear, I'll get him myself."

"Okay then. Be nice to my baby. See you later." said Romilda going into her room.

Ginny rushed to Draco's room and opened the door, went in, and slammed it. Draco, who was cleaning off his shoe looked up at the enraged Ginny, fully expecting what he knew was about to come.

"Really Draco? Fucking Romilda Vane?!" yelled Ginny as she put a silencing charm on his door.

"Morning to you too Gin." said Draco casually as he put his shoes away.

"Don't fuck with me Draco Malfoy! Of all the stupid bitches in this school, you just had to go for Romilda Fucking Vane?!"

"My, aren't you classy today. Need I remind you that you practically told me to last night."

"Don't patronize me! You know I was mad and you know how I am when I'm mad. You know damn well I would never want you to date that ditzy bint!" yelled Ginny putting her hands on her hips.

Draco was starting to get irritated with her. "Ginny what the hell do you want from me? Why do you care? You're with that tosser Krum. What am I supposed to do? Wait for you to come to your bloody senses? I'm sorry Ginevra. Um not gonna sit here and wait for you to stop being stupid. Especially when I actually have someone that likes me."

Ginny wanted to hex him badly, however she knew he was right. And that she was being selfish. Besides, isn't this what she wanted? For the both of them to move on?

"You're right Draco." sighed Ginny. "You're absolutely right. I should act like this because you're dating Romilda now. Especially when I'm with Luka. I guess it'll just take some getting used to."

Draco wasn't expecting that at all. "Oookay. Yeah. I guess it'll some getting used to you being with him too."

"Sorry for coming in here and yelling at you."

"Sorry for last night." said Draco sticking out his hand for Ginny to shake. Ginny ignored his hand and went in for a hug instead. She didn't know why, she just needed to feel close to him at that moment. And he needed it too.


Ron, Hermione, Harry, and George headed to Hogsmeade. The November air was starting to nip so they all had on jumpers that Mrs. Weasley had made them for Christmas last year, with Hermione wearing one of Ron's.

Hermione and Harry had walked ahead as George and Ron were in a heated argument that neither one of them wanted to be a part of.

"I can't bloody believe you George!" said Ron. "She's Fred's bloody girlfriend for Merlin's sake."

"And she's also my best friend you twit. I can have a spell with my best friend if I want to!" said George.

"Yeah you can, but not when you fancy her!"

"I do not fancy her Ron!"

"Ohhhhh yes you do! I saw you too all hugged up on the dance floor as if her and Fred never happened."

"It isn't like that Ron. You don't know what the fuck you're speaking on!"

"I'm speaking on my brother betraying his damn twin!"

George grabbed Ron by the collar and despite the fact that Ron had George by two inches already, he lifted Ron up and slammed him against a wall.

"GEORGE STOP!" yelled Hermione looking back after hearing Ron wince.

"You don't know anything baby brother. You don't know what it's like to lose half of you. You don't know what it's like to wake up without your best friend in the entire world no longer being there anymore." growled George.

Ron seemed to soften a bit at those words. "So why are you doing this with Angelina?"

"Because she does." he said, putting Ron on the ground, letting him go, and then walking away, leaving the trio to watch him leave with hurt in their eyes.


George finished up his meeting at Zonko's and called up Angelina with the D.A. coin that he still had and sent her the time to meet him at The Three Broomsticks. After Fred and George had left school, they had bewitched the coins to communicate with certain people only at times.

Angelina arrived at the pub five minutes later. She walked over to the table that George had saved for them and sat down.

"You look like you've had a day." said Angelina, taking in George's tired look.

"Not really." lied George. Pretty standard. Business is done."

"Oh really?" asked Angelina. "Well that's great! When will you be opening up?"

"It was supposed be next year, but Ol man Zonko decided he wanted to be done by the end of the month. So I'm going to see if I can have something up and running by the first of the year." said George pleased that things were looking up much closer than he thought.

"What about being able to open up before Christmas?"

"Too little time. I wouldn't be able to with N.E.W.T.S. coming up. How would I be able to run it?"

"You forget I said I would work with you Georgie. Alicia and I can for a start that is if you wouldn't mind her helping me. Just give us what you need and I can make sure it's done."

George looked surprised. "Really? You don't mind?"

Angeline rolled her eyes at her foolish friend. "Of course not. I don't have anything else to do. And if I'm going to be working with you, I need to start don't I?"

George smiled. "Thanks Ang. I'll send you the paperwork in a week."

Angelina smiled as Madam Rosmerta took their food orders. Angelina ordered chicken Alfredo and George ordered fried fish and chips along with two butterbeers.

They talked about the store and George's ideas as well as some of Fred's until the food and drink arrived. Then then say and ate, enjoying the comfortable silence and the good meal.

Angelina could look and tell that something was bugging George. "So what else is on your mind George? Come on, you've never been able to lie to me."

George swallowed hard, nervous to speak on the events that occurred between him and and his baby brother.

"Ron and I had a bit of a row earlier today." said George quietly.

"About what?"

"You." said George not looking Angelina in the eyes.

"Me? I hardly believe Ron paid any attention to me after Quidditch. What did I do?"

"He didn't like the idea of us hanging around each other today. He said that I was betraying Fred."

"Oh." said Angelina, feeling uneasy. "Well why would he feel like that? I mean ever since first year we have always ate together. Hell, done everything together."

George sighed. He really didn't want to explain this. But he knew he had to.

"Well, Ron is under the impression that we fancy each other. Or rather, I fancy you." he said picking at his food again not wanting to look Angelina in the eyes.

Angelina looked down at her food and started poking at it as well. "And what did you say?"

"I denied it of course." said George, wishing he could take the words back the moment he saw Angelina's look of disappointment.

"Oh. Okay, yeah. That's best I guess." said Angelina slowly.

George quickly took Angelina's hand. "It's not like that, don't give me this sad shit. Honestly, I do fancy you. More than I should actually. You are my brother's girlfriend but I really can't help it. You are the only other person that knows Fred just as much as I do if not more and when you're around...I just...I feel like myself once again. I don't feel like screaming until my throat hurts or hexting the hell out of something or someone. It doesn't hurt when you are around. I feel normal."

Angelina squeezed George's hand. "I feel normal too. I haven't cried since the night on the Quidditch pitch. I've been able to sleep, I've been able to actually eat not because I'm being forced to, but because I want to and have the appetite for it, and I feel, happier. Like it used to be. And even though I do feel bad about it, I fancy you too."

"So what do we do?" asked George, astonished that Angelina returned his feelings.

"I think we should just take it slow. See exactly what these feelings are. Keep in touch more than just with business and when you leave after this term is over, maybe we can see how things will be."

"What about everyone else?"

"Well you see how Ron is taking it. And frankly I don't blame him. I can't be mad at him. And we can't make him understand. And you know Lee and Alicia would probably be the exact same way. So maybe, for now, it's best to keep this a secret."

"Secret? I do love a good intrigue!" said George trying to lighten up the situation.

"I'm serious George." said Angelina, even though she laughed a little.

"I know, I know."

"And I'll smooth it over with Fred as well." said Angelina.

"What? You talk to Fred?"

"All the time. I mean sure, the conversations are one sided, but I know he listens to me. Maybe you should try it sometime. Might help."

George smiled. "Maybe I will Ang. Maybe I will."