"Hm, right. I heard she's saucy," Lee nodded.
"Hey! We don't talk like that about my future wife!" George mock glared at the two boys.
"I bet she doesn't even know your name," Fred laughed.
"I have a dare," Lee started.
Oh, no. George absolutely...
OR THE ONE WHERE GEORGE IS BEING A LITTLE BITCH !!
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Amy was feeling fine. More than fine actually. She was looking scrumptious. Another twirl in front of the mirror. Fixing her lipstick. Proofing up her hair. Putting on her heels.
She was so excited. Excited for the party. Excited to have a fun evening with Roger Davies (as friends, get your mind out off the gutter), get wild and maybe steal a snog or two from George.
Her mind was telling her she wanted to have more of him. Have sex. Have his cock inside of her like she's been wanting since that amazing night in the Astronomy tower, been craving it even more when she felt him in her mouth.. But her heart and Matt made her promise that she wouldn't do anything she would maybe regret when intoxicated. Not that Amy thought she would regret it but she might not remember it after having a couple too many shots and she wanted to have the full experience. Not some lousy half-good drunken sex.
She was going to ignore that screaming voice inside of her.
"Amy! Are you ready to go? It's almost nine!" Roger's voice filled her dorm room.
"Coming!" Amy shouted back. She checked her appearance one last time in the mirror and then made her way downstairs. Roger was patiently standing on the stairs and he smiled when he saw her.
"Looking good, Edwards!"
"Feeling good!"
"Who's the lucky man you're all dressed up for?" Roger guided her out of the common room. The cold immediately hitting her bare arms and she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself to create some warmth.
"Ask no questions and you'll be told no lies," Amy winked.
Roger laughed that. He was looking good himself. A t-shirt that hugged his arms and chest in all the right places and crisp black denim jeans.
"A little birdie told me you have your eyes set on a certain French girl. Care to explain?" Amy cocked her eyebrow at the slightly taller brunet boy.
"That birdie happened to be Matt?" Roger grinned. "Fleur and I have been talking for a little while. She's nice. I enjoy her company. I'm thinking about asking her to the Yule Ball."
"Yule Ball? Did I miss something?"
"Where were you during Dumbledore's speech at Halloween?"
"I was there but clearly not paying any attention.. So there's going to be a ball? When?"
They were almost at the Gryffindor entrance and they slowed down a little so Roger could explain it to her. Amy's eyes widened as he told her everything he knew.
