Mayhem - G.Weasley

71. Unseemly

"Hello. . . Anyone in there?" She felt a few taps against her temple.

"Y-yes?" Ivy muttered.

"Where have you been?" Ginny wrung her hands in front of her, Hermione a step behind her.

All thoughts of George alluded her as she took in her two best friends. They looked magnificent, the breath whooshing out of her lungs.

"Amazing." Ivy muttered. Her hand went to tangle within the sheer bottom of Hermione's dress. "You both look stunning."

Ginny wore a taupe colored gown, layers of frills that cascaded down her exposed legs. Her hair was down, curled ever so slightly at the ends, and her lips were a deep red.

Hermione wore her hair up clipped behind her head, and had a more natural makeup look. Her gown was a sleeveless off-white that fitted to her thin body elegantly. Her legs were exposed in a different light. The bottom half of her gown was sheer, it almost made it appear as if mist were clinging to her hips.

"Us?!" Hermione scoffed with a gentle smile, "Look at you!"

Ivy blushed a light shade of crimson, adding to her red ensemble.

"We were worried about you." Ginny tentatively reached out and clasped Ivy's hand. When she didn't pull away, Ginny's shoulders slumped in relief.

"Sorry doesn't even begin to cover how stupid we are." Hermione grasped her other hand. Ivy let her take it.

"Don't worry about it." Ivy looked away.

Hermione squeezed her hand, giving it a gentle tug, encouraging Ivy to look at them.

"Iv—"

"Ivy can we talk?" Another person had added themself to their trio. The voice was soft and cautious. Ivy peered up at who came to stand behind Ginny and Hermione.

She bit the inside of her cheek at one of the people she least expected to want to talk to her.

Ivy slipped her hands from the two girls and wrung them together behind her back. She nodded not trusting her voice.

Ron's hand hovered at her elbow, guiding her away from the two stunned Gryffindors.

George spied what was happening from across the room and started to make his way over, forgoing the two cups of punch he was tending to.

Hermione and Ginny met him halfway and stalled him with hands to his chest.

Part of Ivy wished George would be here for whatever this talk was going to be. She wasn't mad at Ron, no matter how much she wanted to be. He caused all of them a great deal of pain, but she couldn't fault him for looking out for his brother. She admired it actually. A small part of her was happy knowing George had people looking out for him.

Ron led Ivy behind the pillars into one of the dark shadows out of sight of everyone at the dance. Once they stopped moving, Ivy took a step back and really looked at Ron. His dress robes were old, unlike anything he had ever seen before. A pink-like color with an ungodly amount of frills. It was a stark contrast to everyone else's dapper suits. Ivy resisted the urge to touch the frills to see if they were as scratchy as they appeared.

Her eyes followed as his hand went to run through his mop of hair.

"I—" Ron started to whisper and then clamped his mouth shut as if he thought better of it. His gaze was everywhere but Ivy.

"Sor..." He grumbled, furiously messing with the frills on his chest.

Ivy reached out to stop his hand, his attention snapping to her at once.