Promising Young Witch | Bill Weasley

Chapter 11

Since we were in a constant state of hiding, this wasn't a big event, just people from the Order, some of them I've never seen before, Fleur's family( which included a few long-legged blond vela cousins) and us. Ginny was constantly mocking the vela cousins, trying to do an over-dramatizing impression of their model walk, but she is was so gorgeous that it didn't as half as mocking as she thought. On a contrary, it only brought Harry's attention and he swayed her to the dance floor. I watched them, standing beside the appetizer table and giggling.

"Oh come on, we can do ten times better," said George in my ear leaning down.

He took my hand, but he didn't need to force me to it because I was more than glad to dance all my troubles away.

"You're natural," said George commenting on my moves.

"Uh what? Oh yeah thanks," I answered lost in the thought and the music.

Then the slow dance music began, and it was like George was waiting for that exact moment. He drew me closer to him by my waist and all of a sudden I was slow dancing with him. I let out a laugh at how quickly he drew me in like he was scared someone else would steal me...

"How are you doing?" he asked a question that I was dreaded to hear.

"I'm fine."

"Yeah sure..." he looked at me skeptically, and I leaned closer to him, hugging his back with my arm, while the other was still in his.

"Looks like Fred found himself a good company," I said laying my left cheek on his chest, which opened the view of the twin and a veela cousin dancing.

George turned his head to the same direction I was looking at.

"Oh yeah, he is in his element, I bet the next dance will be with some other Fleurs cousin," he laughed; I felt his chest rising up and down and then noticed that I could hear his heartbeat.

"You should help him then, even Fred is not enough for that bunch."

"I kinda like where I am now," he said, I could feel his heart beat faster.

He felt safe, stable, and yet I knew that was not what I wanted. We fell silent, each in our own thoughts.

The music stopped and we stepped away from each other.

"I think I'll get something to eat," I said to him.

"Oh, I'll come with you!"

"I am afraid you can't," I said watching Fred fast approaching us.

He dragged George and whispered something in his ear before he could reply to me or resist his brother. I laughed at them and then turned around and proceeded to the table with food. Molly made an extra effort, of course not without our help, and everything looked mouth-watering. I started to stuff myself on the go, just to get a munch, when someone approached me from behind.

"I hope you're enjoying yourself," said a painfully familiar voice.