Repaired: A George Weasley fanfic

[1] A ruined night

The beat of the music was pounding in Samantha's chest. A warm feeling was spread all over her body, a tiny drop of sweat sliding down her back. The atmosphere of people dancing all around her filled her head with a certain ecstasy. She was where she wanted to be. Dancing, laughing and having fun with her friends.

On her right she saw Angelina moving her body to the music with her hands nonchalantly draped over Fred's shoulders. Angelina had been her biggest ally when bickering for the millionth time this year with the twins about something irrelevant and simply stupid. That seemed to be something they did a lot these days. It was like they wanted to make Sam's skin crawl. Sadly it was only during the last eight to nine months that she really got to know the dark-haired fifth year. Samantha learned to appreciate her through this hectic period of time where the twins seemed like they had gotten the most annoying they'd ever been.

Sam had known the Weasley twins since she was nine years old. They had met at a mini-quidditch bootcamp during the summer. The boys had claimed until this day that she just caught their eye and stuck with her ever-since. Much to Mrs.Weasley's pleasure of course. She was absolutely thrilled that the two red-haired idiots, in her words, were able to find a girl-friend, who may even become a girlfriend for one of them at some point in their lives, according to her. When she told Sam this, the boys had been eavesdropping and both made a gagging sound in response. The young girl had thought exactly the same, but didn't dare to do it out loud in front of the cheerful lady who had welcomed her into her home.

Back then she felt a feeling of disgust when a relationship with one of the boys was brought up, with any boy for that matter. She simply didn't see herself dating a boy. Which was normal behaviour for a nine-year-old of course.

To her younger self's surprise she started seeing the boys in a different light right around the end of their third year.

Back then Sam was only in her second year, being a year younger than George and Fred. They gladly used that every time the three of them disagreed on something. "You're the youngest so you're most likely to be wrong!" a sentence she had heard too many times during their friendship.

Luckily Sam knew that they only told her that when they were on the edge of losing the argument. And with that knowledge Sam could sleep soundly at night.

Nevertheless, she became more interested in guys during that school-year, especially in George, although she would never admit that out loud. Her friends besides the twins would never drop the subject. She refused there were any feelings involved. He was just a really good friend. Sam wondered how long she would persist in that lie.

The devil himself was right in front of her. He was moving his body to the music while holding Sam's hands. She caught herself looking up to him, watching how his eyes were fluttered closed and he had that effortless smile drawn on his face. His lashes were touching his freckled cheeks.

He felt her gaze on him and moved his head down a bit in order to catch her eye. His grin became even wider. His hands tingling where they were touched by her skin, watching how her cheeks were flushed. Was it because of the warmth inside the room or because she was nervous? He didn't know. All he knew is that he could have stayed like this for hours.

Samantha shifted her look over George's shoulder only to see the cause of her now ruined night.

The one and only Draco Malfoy.

He stood there with a few of his mates looking at the tall ginger and the brown-haired girl who was pretty small compared to George. The grin on his face left shivers going down her spine, and not the good kind.