Something More- George Weasley Fanfic

11. A Party To Remember

{song recs for while reading this section}

Olivia climbed atop a coffee table near the center of the room, cup in hand, music blaring behind her. She looked over to Ron standing at the speaker and gestured for him to turn down the music before shouting, "Alright! Alright, Drink up! Drink up! Parties were hard enough before but now with Umbridge here, we might not get another chance!" The loud music returned before Ron left to sit with his friends.

Olivia jumped down and fell back next to George on the couch behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as she sat, her kissing his cheek in return. She loved the feeling of him holding her. She loved it when he would rest his hand on the top of her thigh, as gently as he did.

Lee, sitting next to them, remained un phased by this display of affection. Fred, on the other hand, was not quite as used to the sight as Lee, he looked almost mesmerized in confusion at the sight.

He remained as so until Angelina caught his eye as she made her way over to him. "So how are you four doing tonight?!" Angelina said in her silky voice as she sat on the arm of the Fred's chair.

Olivia and George looked at each other, neither having touched their drinks yet intoxicated by each other, George leaned over and kissed her slowly, almost mesmerized, gently nibbling at her lower lip, wrapping his arms tighter.

"I believe that translates to... erm, 'quite well.'" Lee said, a smirk across his lips, eyeing the happy couple, still kissing, still next to him.

Olivia's voice emerged, pulling away from George for just a moment partly breathless, "What Lee said!" Her lips then returning to his, just to pull away again moments later, "Dancing! Let's dance George!" Olivia said leaping up from the couch, grabbing George's hand as she went.

"Wicked!" George said standing up, squeezing her hand, and then followed Olivia over to where people were dancing.

"Are they always going to be like this, all... touchy?" Fred said once he thought they were out of earshot.

"No, I reckon they'll be acting normal soon enough, they just wanna make sure you're used to it Freddie!" Angelina answered.

"Why?! God its disgusting seeing my brother and my best mate, other than you Lee-"

"Of course..." Lee quickly interrupted.

Fred continued... "Basically shagging in front of me."

While those three were conversing a sixth year was making her way across the dance floor with two cups of punch. She was distracted for just a moment, but that was seemingly enough time for her to Olivia and drench her in sticky punch.

"Dear lord! Olive are you okay?" George yelled, his eyes fixated on hers, not taking in the very minimal damage done.

"Blimey! Olivia, Im so sorry, I didn't see yo-" the sixth year started before being cut off by Olivia...

"No need to worry, everything is fine, I just need to go soak my shirt!" Olivia said in a soft voice.

"I'll join you!" George beamed.

"Very well then, come along..." her voice attempting to as she began to lead him out of the common room and to the prefects bathroom down the hall, George growing in excitement and confidence as he entered the room.

"I do actually have to wash my shirt, George." As Olivia spoke George's strong hands grabbed ahold of Olivia's waist, gaining control of her senses.

She could smell him, somehow he literally smelled like adventure, and fireworks. She felt him, not just his hands, but his heat on her back, his breath on her shoulder, the tip of his fingers running through her hair as he tucked a piece behind her ear.

"Oh, don't worry, Darling. It'll be soaking!" George spoke lightly into her ear, his voice low and excited. He pulled her into the shower stall closest to them, starting to kiss her neck as he did.

Before she could begin to react, George reached behind himself and turned on the shower, drenching them both.

Her shirt was now wet and quite transparent. George's shirt hung to his chest, exposing every edge, curve, or bump, for Olivia to see. His hair lowered as the warm water shooting from the faucet came across it as he leaned forward to kiss Olivia.

George kissed Olivia teasingly, his tongue just barely grazing her lower lip, his hands tugging on the hem of her shirt, pulling her closer but not taking it off. Olivia pulled away momentarily, "If we stay in these clothes much longer, we'll catch a cold."

"Then we best take them off..." George responded cheekily before he took his soaking shirt off, the shower water now hitting his chest as he removed his pants.

"Smart thinking, quite genius indeed." Olivia responded sarcastically as she took off her shirt and shorts.

"Well I pride myself on my wit." He joked as ran his hand through his wet hair and then continued to wrap his hands around Olivias waist and pull her in closer.