Darling; George Weasley

8. Red Flames

Estella's eyes went wide at the sight of the sleeping George. Shit, she thought, Did we.. do it? Quickly, she lifted the covers to reveal herself still fully dressed, Georges jumper still clinging onto her torso. Thank god.

She couldn't remember a single part of last night, what the fuck happened and why was she in George's bed? Doesn't matter. She looked around the room, Lee was sprawled out on his bed, the covers completely torn off, Angelina was on the floor next to Lee's bed, laying underneath the blanket she stole from Lee. Fred was on the floor in the center of the room, laying his head on a pillow, half underneath a blanket. Alicia, on the other hand, was on Fred's bed, sound asleep.

The sun was already risen outside of the window, what time is it? She looked at the clock above the dorm's door, the big hand pointing to the 6 and the small pointing a little passed the 8. (a/n for those who dont know that means its 8:30) FUCK, they had basically missed breakfast and classes started in less than 30 minutes. Estella sprang up, shook George awake, threw a pillow at Lee, shoved Fred with her foot, and scream "WAKE UP!" suddenly a strong headache stuck her head.

The group groaned. "What?" Fred, who was known to not be a morning person, grumbled.

"Too loud," Alicia rubbed her head. "I don't feel so good."

"We've missed breakfast, everyone is gonna notice we're gone," Estella went over to each 6th year, and pulled any blanket they had over them, off. "Let's go! get ready!" "Ahh" she put her hand on her pounding head. "Too loud again."

"Does anyone know the hangover spell?" Alicia pushed her head into her pillow.

"No," the rest of them slowly got up, clinging to their heads with their hands and groaning with each step. The three girls walked as fast as they could back to their dorms, still feeling terribly ill.

As soon as they opened the door the three 6th years rushed to their wardrobes, and threw their robes on.

"Does anyone remember what happened last night?" Angelina asked while brushing her hair.

"No, barely," Estella responded. She had folded Georges jumper, contemplating whether or not to secretly keep it or return it to the boy. "After the second round it all goes blurry."

"Fuck, whatever. So I saw you woke up next to George," Angelina looked at her, striving for more information.

"I honestly don't know how that happened," Estella blushed. "But I'm dating Ced so I don't think we did anything, plus i woke up fully dressed so.."

"Ugh, I mean, Cedric is hot and all but I don't get why your dati-" Angelina got cut off by George bursting open the door, his tie, loose and his clothes messily put on.

"Come on ladies, let's go," George ran out, leaving the door wide open.

The three girls laughed and grabbed their books, running out after the twin. The time was now about 8:50 and classes started in 10 minutes. Luckily, on their way to the great hall, the 6th years ran into Hermione who knew the reverse-hangover charm and took away their painful headaches.

All six of them were messily dressed, hair frizzy, and clothes hastily put on. They ran into the hall and took seats as fast as possible. Without knowing it, they had drawn a lot of attention to them, every kid turned their heads and stared at the 6th years, who were stuffing their faces with waffles.

"Whot?" Lee asked a third year who was particularly staring at him chew through bacon.

"Bloody hell, where did you lot come from?" Ron asked. "A pigs pen?" They all death stared him, forcing the boy to look away