Fix me /A George Weasley fanfiction/ [1] *correcting mistakes rn*

Chapter 23 '' Aurora's final present. ''

ALL CHARACTERS FROM THE FOLLOWING TEXT BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING AND ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED TO HER.

Mona's P.O.V.

We were still sitting at The Three Broomsticks , alone, on our first unexpected and totally weird friendly date. Looks like I got a date after all. I already drank two mugs of butterbeer but still I ordered third. We were just sitting inside because it was warm. I think this is something that I really needed. A small chat with the person I love. 

'' The Christmas is coming soon. '' I said, leaning my head on my left hand. '' I wish the time could just stop and the Christmas Eve could just repeat every day. '' I yawned and rubbed my eyes with my right hand. 

'' Me too, I don't want to do the O.W.L.'s . '' George shook his head and sighed. 

'' Me neither. '' I shook my head and took a few sips of butterbeer. '' I think I'm sick of this butterbeer.''

'' Then let's go out. '' He stood up and I nodded.

'' I'll vomit. '' I said, putting a left hand over my mouth. 

'' Stood up and let's go out , you need fresh air.'' He said, pulling my arm up. I stood up and ran out of The Three Broomsticks. As I ran out,I started with heavy breathing, but my stomach hurt. George left after me, and I leaned on his shoulder. 

'' I'm so sorry. ''I said quietly, taking a last deep breath. 

'' Why did you drank more than you could? '' He said, frowning. 

'' I often eat or drink more than I can. '' I weakly smiled, and stopped with leaning on George. I patted my stomach and the pain started to leave. ''I really didn't want to ruin this day. '' 

'' You didn't. We still have WHOLE day in front of us. '' He said putting his hands inside in the pockets of his jacket. '' Let's build a snowman. ''He said, taking a pair of fingerless gloves out of his pockets. 

'' I don't have gloves. '' I rolled my eyes and took a little bit of snow in my arms, making a snowball. '' But we all know that bare hands are making better snowballs. '' I said and George smiled. I threw a snowball at him and I missed him. Now I smiled. 

'' Now you just need to learn how to hit the target. '' He said, taking a little of snow in his arms. He made a small snowball. ''Move.''He said, and I moved. I stood next to him, and he raised his arm with snowball. '' I'm going to hit that sign over there. '' He said quietly and I nodded. He threw a snowball but instead of hitting a sign he hit some old woman dressed in all blue weird clothes, and with fluffy blond hair. She turned towards us and started to curse, saying some nasty things. I just laughed, together with George, but then that woman started to walk fast towards us. I looked at George and he looked at me. We grinned at each other and then he took my right hand. 

'' Run for your life! '' I yelled and then we started to run, together, while we were holding hands. We run but that old woman was still after us. The sound of his laughter made me actually really happy, and it sounded so beautiful. Suddenly he stopped with running, and I stopped too. 

'' What? '' I asked, heavy breathing. 

'' There, behind , let's hide. '' He said, pulling me behind some of the shops. I couldn't even see which one. We sat on the ground, even though it was cold, with our backs against the shop.

'' You just hit an old woman with a snowball. Right in the head.''I said , trying to calm my breathing. 

'' Yes. '' He nodded. 

'' You're an idiot. '' I silly grinned, and leaned my head on his shoulder. 

'' I know, but you don't mind.'' He said and I playfully punched his arm.