Mayhem - G.Weasley

20. Unexpected

After a few more drinks and a few more songs, they were drunk and ready to go back to the dorms.

Ron had snatched Ivy into a hug, blubbering about how much fun he was having, making lovey eyes at Hermione who blushed and looked away.

George slyly slipped in between them, breaking their contact. His arm went around her shoulders as they walked back towards Hogwarts.

Ivy noticed George was starting to sway, having had more drinks towards the end of the night. She was still in a good place. Perfectly between a buzz and drunk, sober enough to do most things, but drunk enough to still have a good time.

Ivy casually intertwined her fingers with the ones that fell over her shoulder. She reveled in their warmth on the chilly night.

George noticed her shiver and detached their hands. He unsteadily took off his dark green sweater and slipped it over her arms.

She beamed up and him, sneakily taking a glance at his white tank top that lied underneath his sweater. His clothes didn't do him justice. While he wore baggier clothes because of his height, underneath was a toned, muscular body that just begged to be appreciated.

Ivy hugged her arms around herself, trying to warm up, enjoying his scent all around her.

George pulled her to his side, closer than before, and returned his arm to her shoulders.

They joked the whole way back to the dorms, giggling with blushed cheeks. It wasn't until they were almost back to the castle when he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Join me for tea?"

"Is that a question or an invitation?" Ivy smirked, whispering back.

"Whatever will get you back to my place for some tea." George gave her a lopsided smile.

"Dirty Weasley." Ivy jokingly slapped his chest.

"What? It's just a drink." George shrugged, but the smirk on his face spoke different truths.

"Mhm." Ivy bit her lip, tingles running through her already bubbly body.

"So, cactus. What do you say?" His smile dropped slightly, a hopeful expression fighting its way through.

"Hmmm." Ivy stroked a finger to her chin, loving how antsy he started to get while awaiting for her answer. "Do I really want tea. . ." He waited patiently for her to finish. ". . . With you?"

"Don't be cruel cactus." George chuckled, having to look away to keep himself in check. He didn't want to show her just how hopeful he was that they could spend more time together.

"Cruel is my forte." Ivy wore a dazzling smile, inwardly laughing at his frazzled and unsure state.

"Fine then, tea for one it is." George dropped his arm from her shoulder, and shoved his arms in his pocket. He hid a smile as he walked a little faster away from her, pretending to be unfazed by her denial.

Ivy fought the urge to lick her lips at the sight of his flexed biceps. She felt like an animal watching him stalk away.

"I wonder what kind of tea Fred has." Ivy said just loud enough for him to hear.