CHERRY, george weasley ( slow updates )

020, the victory party!

"ARE YOU THREE COMING to the party?" George asked Loralei, Elijah and Cerise the moment they all returned into the castle. "To celebrate Harry's win — Although, I suppose Krum might have a victory party too, right?"

( George hoped he was right. )

"I guess?" Elijah shrugged, looking at Loralei and Cerise, who gave Elijah sad smiles. "I mean, I wouldn't really know."

George furrowed his eyebrows. He was annoyed that Elijah wasn't going to be disappearing anytime soon, but he was really confused. He had no idea why he felt the way he felt. He hated Elijah, and he had no reason to!

"It's okay," Cerise smiled, "You can come to the Gryffindor party with us. Honestly, they'll love you just as much as we do."

Elijah felt a smile form on his face as Loralei dragged him away from George and Cerise; She knew George was jealous, so she decided to let him have some time alone with Cerise.

"What's going on between you and him?" George asked after two minutes of walking in silence.

Cerise narrowed her eyes, "Why do you care?" She asked.

George rolled his eyes, "I don't," he replied. "I was just asking because you two seem to be close."

"It's not your business about what goes on in my life," Cerise stated, "And even if it were, I still wouldn't tell you what's going on between me and Elijah because it is not important."

"Something is going on between you guys then?" George mumbled, ignoring the aching in his chest.

Cerise snorted at the tone of his voice, rolled her eyes, and rushed to join Loralei and Elijah. They glanced at each other in confusion, before Loralei stopped walking to wait for George.

When they got to the Gryffindor common room, it was all set up already, thanks to Lee, George, Angelina, and a few of the other Gryffindor's.

There were mountains of cakes and goblets of pumpkin juice and butterbeer on every surface. Cerise headed straight for the cake, as Harry, Ron and Hermione entered the common room.

Everybody erupted into cheers and yells as they stared at the 'Golden Trio'. Cerise, however, piled a lot of the cakes onto a plate and sat herself in the corner by Katie Bell.

"Blimey, this is heavy," Lee said, picking up the golden egg, which Harry had left on one of the tables. "Open it, Harry, go on! Let's just see what's inside it!"

"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own," Hermione said. "It's in the tournament rules. . ."

"Yeah, and I bet he worked out how to get past the dragon on his own, too," Cerise deadpanned, giving Hermione a knowing look.

"Open it, Harry," Loralei said.

Lee passed Harry the egg, and Harry ( very hesitantly, might I add ) pulled it open.

The most horrible noise, a loud and screechy wailing, filled the room. Everyone immediately covered their ears, apart from Cerise whose eyes had gone wide. She still continued to eat her cakes though, she didn't want to make a scene.

"Shut it!" Fred bellowed, his hands over his ears.

"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan, staring at the egg as Harry slammed it shut again. "Sounded like a banshee. . . Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"

"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, who had gone very white and spilled sausage rolls all over the floor. "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"

Cerise could feel two pairs of eyes on her. She knew exactly who they were; Loralei and George.

"Don't be a prat, Neville, that's illegal," George said, rolling his eyes. "They wouldn't use the Cruciatus Curse on the champions. I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing. . . Maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry."

"To be honest, I thought it was Cho's voice," Loralei blurted, "That egg is just as squeaky and pitchy as Cho."

Cerise snickered, though her mind seemed to be elsewhere.

"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" Fred said, holding a plate of jam tarts and offering one to her. "It's all right," he said, seeing the doubt cross her face. "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch —"

Neville, who had just bitten into a custard cream, choked and spat it out. Fred and George laughed. Loralei grinned.

"Just my little joke, Neville. . ."

Hermione took a jam tart. Then she said, "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?"

"Yep," said Fred, grinning at her. He put on a high-pitched squeak and imitated a house-elf. "'anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful. . . Get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."

"How do you get in there?" Hermione said in an innocently casual sort of voice.

"Easy," said Fred, "concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and --" He stopped and looked suspiciously at her once he caught the look Loralei was giving him. "Why?"

"Nothing," said Hermione quickly.

"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" George said. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?"

Several people chortled. Hermione didn't reply.

"Don't you go upsetting them and telling them they've got to take clothes and salaries!" said Fred warningly. "You'll put them off their cooking!"

Just then, Neville started turning into a large canary.

"Oh — sorry, Neville!" Fred shouted over all the laughter. "I forgot — it was the custard creams we hexed —"

Loralei approached Cerise and sat next to her, with Elijah sitting down on her other side. "Y'know," Elijah said, "George seems to be very jealous right now."

Cerise snorted, "Okay?" She said, "Let him be jealous, I don't like him."

Loralei and Elijah exchanged a glance, "What?" They both exclaimed, with the female continuing, "You said you did the other day."

"I was wrong," Cerise replied, "I don't like him, at all. In fact, I despise him."

A/N: I actually changed the way this chapter was supposed to go, because I need them to go back to square one again for the main plot. The original version of this chapter, George and Cerise ditched the party, got drunk in his dorm, and actually made out, so I am very sorry guys.