Alluring (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Weighing of The Wands

I woke up the next morning with a killer headache.

"I brought breakfast!" Abby sauntered into the room, carrying a plate of food in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other.

"Agh." I groaned and pulled the covers over my head. "You're so loud, Abby."

She set the plate and cup down on the side table, and whispered, "Oh yeah, you decided it would be a good idea to go and get badgered last night." She gave me a judgemental look as I peeked my head over the covers, and squinted at the light.

"Here, drink this." She handed me a tall glass of brown, murky, liquid.

I turned my nose up at the drink and declared, "I am never drinking anything again."

"It will make you feel better," She sang.

"Fine. If it will make you shut up!" I grabbed the glass and downed it in one large gulp, my headache instantly disappearing.

"Well at least now we know how you managed to drink so much last night. You can drink more than a camel!"

I turned my upper lip up at her, before reaching over to the plate of food. "Is breakfast already over?"

"Just finishing up. No classes today, I thought we could go to the library if you're up for it. The first task is next week! Plus you and the other Champions have the interview with Rita Skeeter tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You sound like my secretary." I muttered as I shoveled the last forkful of eggs in my mouth, and got out of bed heading into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror before cringing, "Oh, Merlin. I look like a dead raccoon." I heard Abby laughing in the other room as I splashed cold water onto my face. I brushed my teeth and slapped my face repeatedly, trying to hit the death out of it. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun, sticking my wand through it, before noticing something on my neck.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" I walked out into the bedroom, gesturing at the hickey on my neck. "Do you know anything about this?!"

"Yeah, apparently you're a very slutty drunk." She replied, cleaning my breakfast plate, and laughing.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I quickly put on sweatpants and an old Weasley Christmas sweater.

"Well, you came into the Great Hall, with a hickey on your neck, and you said," She paused.

"Go on, then!"

"You said that George gave it to you."

I gaped at her. "George, the pig that still needs his mother to do his laundry, George?"

She nodded as she gestured for me to follow her down the stairs. "And he has confirmed it. You, my dear, drunkenly snogged George Weasley."

We entered the common room. "You're sure it was really him?

"As sure as I am that he's sitting there." She smirked and pointed at George, who was sitting in an armchair in the corner, talking quietly with Fred. "I'll leave you two," She winked, "To it."

"Abby! Don't you da-" The twins looked up and Abby grinned at them, before she made eye contact with Fred, and gestured her head towards the door. He quickly closed the Weasley Wizards Wheezes briefcase, picked it up, and stood before they fled the room together.

George smiled awkwardly at me, before standing and walking towards me, "Well, they're a bunch of right foul gits aren't they?" He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, and looked sheepishly at the floor.

I chuckled lightly, displaying an equal amount of awkwardness as George. "So, uh-"

George began speaking at the same time as I did, "I actually-" He stopped and chuckled, "You go first."