This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Thirty one

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝

The rest of the day was filled with lying about, and apparently George was taking a nap for the party that he clammed we would be having.

I visited Harry in the Hospital Wing to see how he was doing, and apparently he had a concussion and his broom had snapped in half after being thrown away from him.

It was finally time for the party to begin, and food appeared on the tables in the Common Room. Fred and George came tromping down the stairs, bottles of Butterbeer in their arms.

"We got drinks!" Declared Fred, turning to an older girl. "You got the Firewhiskey, Rylie?"

Turning to see the girl, I noticed she was a Slytherin. She had milky blonde hair and blue eyes, and I realized who she was.

Wyatt's sister he talked so much about. I inhaled sharply as I watch he place dove bottle of whiskey she had snuck in.

"Brilliant!" George said. "Let's get this party started! Zell, you're in control of the music!"

I nodded wearily and began to play Separate Ways by Journey. The Gryffindirs definitely knew how to throw a party, and soon the whole house— aside from Hermione and Percy— were all up dancing, singing, and drinking.

"Damn, this is good," Mazzy nearly yelled over the music as she sipped some Firewhiskey.

"I know!" I giggled. "Just wait till we can have Firewhiskey without any restrictions!"

"Doesn't look like Jacob is letting that stop him," Isa sighed, pointing to the corner where Jacob was drinking a straight bottle of Firewhiskey.

I sighed and walked over to him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, Jacob. Let's go, okay? I think you've had enough fun for to—"

"I don't want to," he said, pulling out of my grip harshly, making him drop the bottle on the floor and spill it on his shirt.

I rubbed my face as he cursed and began to lead him to the bathroom, where he struggled to wipe off the drink.

"Why don't we go to bed?" I asked as he slurred his words. "We have classes tomorrow."

"Bullshit," he mumbled, scrubbing at his shirt.

I furrowed my eyebrows and scoffed. "What's bullshit?"

He turned to me sharply, making me flinch, and pointed his finger at me. "You're bullshit! You pretend like you're in love with me and love me and your little buddy George is over there knocking on your little booty call door."

I scoffed as tears began to swell in my eyes. "What?"

"I see the way you look at him," Jacob snarled, all the sudden reminding me of Wyatt. "You love him. Not me. I'm just a replacement for what you can't get. You're bullshit. Our love is bullshit."

I swallowed hard and stormed out of the room, slamming the door and grabbing a bottle of Firehwiskey out of George's hands, draining it.

"Used to the burn?" Fred asked, cocking an eyebrow.

We danced on the table until at least two in the morning, when I, highly intoxicated but the bottles of alcohol I consumed, climbed down, the twins following after me.

"Oh, my feet are so sore!" I cried as I collapsed onto the couch.

"Mine too," groaned George, resting his head on my lap.

Fred remained standing. "I'm going to my dorm 'cause I... I'll never get up."

"Bye Freddie," I mumbled as I closed my eyes, my hands playing through Georges hair. The common room was empty except for us two. I inhaled the air, smiling as George's Tamaulipas scent entered my nose. "You smell like a campfire, Georgie."

George sighed. "You're really pretty, you know?"

I opened my eyes and looked down at the boy. "Well, technically I can be a dog too if I focus on it."

"Oh yeah," he smiled, and stared into my eyes. "I could stare into your eyes forever, Zell, and never get sick of them."

"Who knew you were such a flirt when you're drunk you're Weasley," I said, stumbling over my words.

"Says the girl who can't say a sentence without having a stroke," George giggled. His giggles were contagious, and soon I was giggling too.

"George?" I asked once I'd calmed down.

"Yeah?"

I placed my finger on one his freckles on his face. "This is my favorite freckle of yours."

"Why? You have a favorite freckle?" He asked, perplexed.

I shrugged. "I dunno. I just like it better than the other ones."

"No, I like you better than the other ones," George replied, his eyes closed as he began to doze off.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Weasley," I mumbled, swatting his cheek gently.

George pushed my hands away and sat up, facing me. "Do that again, Black. I dare you."

"Okay," I giggled, swatting him again.

George growled playfully and tackled me down, beginning to tickle me.

"George! Stop, it tickles!"

"Not until you apologize!"

I squealed and tried to get out of his grip. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!"

George stopped tickling me but remained hovered above me.

I could see the gold specks in his eyes from her closer we were, despite my drunken state. His eyes sparkled, the light making them look alive. Their brown color was soft, and the golden caramel hazel added another layer of depth to George's already beautiful eyes.

I felt him tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, and then his hand gently cupped my cheek.

I looked from his eyes to his lips which were so rosy amd full. Before I could think twice, I leaned in, pressing my lips to his.

George, shocked at first, returned the kiss. I tangled my hands through his hair, as he helped my face in his hands, our lips locked in a passionate kiss.

We finally broke apart, but stayed staring at each other, our lips slowly disconnecting as we breathed heavily with flushed cheeks.

George caressed my cheek, and leaned in to kiss me again, pushing my body down with his. We disconnected and he held me in his arms, and I dozed off to sleep with a smile on my face.