Morning Love. (George Weasley)

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Arabella's POV

After sorting things out with George and freshening up to disguise the fact we had just left the party to have sex, the two of us headed back over to the group, who were now laughing on the dance floor.

George interlocked his fingers with mine tightly, smiling widely down at me before turning his attentions to our friends stood infront of us, surrounded by many other guests dancing and having fun.

"Oh here they are," Fred smirked, "sorted things out I assume?"

I nodded timidly, feeling my cheeks flush red as George chuckled at my sudden shyness, throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me into him.

"Well you can spare us the details," Harry sassed, looking rather unamused as he pushed his glasses up on his nose. "We've just been discussing how to sneak them bottles of fire whiskey up to the hill without Molly and Arthur catching us."

"And these lot have come up with no good ideas," Fred huffed playfully, "thank god you two are here now."

 I giggled as the rest of them narrowed their eyes at George. I scanned the room, assessing where the alcohol and who was around it. Beside the table filled with various drinks, the Firewhiskey included, was Remus. He was leaned against it with his hand in his pocket, trying to hide a wide grin as he watched Sirius dance around in front of him with a bottle of liquor in his hand.

On the other end of the table and at the corner of the dance floor was Mr and Mrs Weasley, entertaining some guests and seeming to be keeping an eye on what was going on around them.

"What's she doing?" Ron mumbled, looking at me with a rather confused face as I continued to look around the room.

"She's obviously coming up with a plan dickhead." Fred replied, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, give her a minute." George continued, squeezing my shoulder gently for encouragement.

"Got it." I said plainly, bringing my attention back to the group, turning to each one of them as I addressed them. "Ron, go keep your parents distracted with Harry, dancing or chatting or whatever else. Hermione, you go talk to Remus, test his intelligence- that'll keep him busy. Ginny, you discretely head over to the table and exit the tent with the alcohol while everyone's distracted."

"What about Sirius?" Harry questioned, nodded his head in the direction of his drunk godfather.

"I'll keep him entertain, I promised him a dance anyways." I shrugged, observing Sirius as he danced around with the bottle of liquor in his hand.

"And what are we doing Miss Potter?" George chimed, both him and Fred staring down at me with mischievous eyes.

"You boys do what you do best- cause some trouble."

"Wicked." They both smirked in unison, looking over at one another and seeming to communicate their ideas telepathically.

 Like we were all some sort of secret agents, the seven of us silently exchanged looks before heading off in separate directions towards our different targets. I looked back in the direction the twins went, raising a brow in curiosity as I watched them hurry off together, giggling and whispering.

I caught Sirius's eye as I approached, a big smile growing on his face as he beckoned me over to him excitedly, taking a hold of me with his free hand.

"There you are! Been waiting for a dance partner since Mr Boring over there refused to." He rolled his eyes playfully, pointing over to Remus who was now in a conversation with Hermione.

The upbeat music played, Sirius twirling me around on the dancefloor as I try to contain my laughter whenever he stumbled or spilled some of his drink of the floor. His dance moves were rather entertaining, him not caring who was watching him as he swayed to the music.