Starry Night {George Weasley}

Painted Ceilings

{This chapter contains mature content. Viewer discretion is advised}

George came in every weekend after that.

Every Saturday night he would walk in with Fred and Lee, sometimes with Ron and his friends since they had heard about the muggle club that was so worth making the journey for.

He came in every weekend. Not in a stalker-ish way, although Fred tried to tell him it was. He didn't linger too long at the bar, he only went up there to say hi and order a drink whenever he needed one. He didn't want to push her, but he knew he wanted to apologize for how he had acted the night they first met.

Ambrosia knew he was trying to apologize. But, as one week turned into two and two turned into three, she began to forget why she was mad at him, getting lost in the kind smiles and teasing remarks he would throw her way when he was ordering a drink. He had brought in another one of his brothers and his friends, they all seemed nice and like they were all very good people.

As the fourth weekend drew closer, Rosi found herself looking forward to the fact that George would be there that Saturday. She found herself subconsciously taking more time in her appearance--perfecting her makeup, wearing a new skirt with her usual tank top, curling her hair--she would never admit it to anyone, but she was beginning to like the presence of George in her life, even if it was only one day a week.

But, tonight she had a plan to make the first move and she was only hoping he didn't laugh in her face when she did.

The night was as busy as any other Saturday night. Rosi kept glancing at the door, hoping for the slightest glimpse of red hair. It was almost two hours after they opened that she finally saw him walking in...alone.

She gives him a confused look as he approaches the bar, that oh-so-familiar smirk on his features as he spots her, pushing through the crowd of people to lean his hands on the bar.

"No company this evening?" she shouts to him over the loud music, already grabbing him a beer from the small fridge behind her.

"I couldn't seem to drag anyone with me tonight," He tells her, accepting the beer bottle, "but I couldn't handle the thought of not seeing you for another week."

Rosi rolls her eyes teasingly, "Please, you flatter me..." she trails off, eyeing him up and down, "What's your last name?"

He blinks at her, confused as to why she suddenly asked, "It's Weasley." He tells her.

"Well, you flatter me, Weasley." She corrects her previous statement. Rosi pauses, chewing on her bottom lip as she contemplates asking what she is about to ask, "Hey, can I ask you a favor?"

George raises an eyebrow at her as he lowers the beer bottle from his lips, "Anything, Ace." She rolls her eyes at the nickname. He had adopted the use of it just last week, insisting that everyone called her Rosi and he couldn't be just like anyone. A quick trip back to his table and he came back with the new name.

She told him that it made no sense and he should just call her Rosi but he insisted that it was the perfect nickname. "Grace works till close and I get off at eleven, we live in the same building so we usually walk home together but I don't really want to hang around here until closing." She takes another pause, gauging his reaction. "So, I was wondering if you would possibly want to walk me home? I just live up the street but I hate walking home alone at night and--"

He holds a hand up to silence her, "Say no more, you need me to be your knight in shining armor."

Rosi's jaw drops, "That is not what I'm saying, I simply don't want to get murdered and the likelihood of that happening when you're with me is significantly lower."