Mayhem - G.Weasley

21. Do you remember?

George awoke feeling better than he's felt in a long time. He made a move to stretch when he stopped mid-motion.

Something was lying on his arm. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, trying to drive away the grogginess of sleep and alcohol.

Whatever was lying on his arm shifted as he moved, a light huff escaping from it.

Wait a minute, George would recognize that multi-colored hair anywhere.

Cactus?

His eyes lingered down her body. One tattooed leg was bent upwards while the other lied straight. His eyes widened as he realized she was wearing his clothes.

Which looked fantastic on her by the way.

He studied her tattoo for a moment. He couldn't place the flower etched into her skin

He felt himself getting excited and disentangled their bodies to go and take a cold shower. She showed no sign of waking up as he tip toed away.

George found her dress folded on the bathroom counter when he entered.

Did they?

A cold wave of unknown washed over George, instantly taking away any thoughts of excitement.

How could he not remember the potentially best night of his life?

Did she remember?

Did they do anything?

George groaned. Why did he have to drink so much? He scratched his head as he stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away his shame.

They were feeling each other. Something definitely happened. . . Right?

The last thing he could remember was Ivy up on the karaoke stage. He was glad he could at least remember that.

Now that scene was one he'd never want to forget.

George finished quickly, drying himself and dressing in a plain red t-shirt and jeans. He peered down the hallway, checking to see if Ivy was still sleeping.

He spied her form right where he left her. He shuffled into the kitchen and put on a pot of water on the stove. He took tea down from his cabinet and put the bags into two mugs and waited for the water to boil.

"I thought you were all out of tea?" George jumped out of his skin, nearly knocking over the pot of boiling water.

He hadn't heard Ivy sneak up on him. George turned around with a hand on his chest, trying to calm his startled heart.

"Blimey! You nearly startled me to death."

A whistle sounded, letting him know the water was done. George took it from the stove and poured it into the two prepared mugs. "Who said I didn't have any tea?"

"Nevermind." Ivy chuckled. The enchantress brushed back her hair and tucked it behind one ear.

"How'd you sleep?" George asked, sliding the mug over across the island table.

"Like someone wrestled me into bed and trapped me there." She blew on her tea before taking a sip.

"Oh?"

Please remember, please remember, please remember, George thought to himself. He concentrated his brows as if that would help him regain his memory.