10. A Kiss

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this chapter is short but eventful. might post another chapter tonight

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As she finished getting dressed and ready, Estella started to hear music break out from the common room below her. Hastily, she ran down the steps and saw a large group of kids start to form, the twins were carrying Harry on their shoulders and screaming some nonsense.

"Bye you two," Estella reached up to ruffle the ginger's hair. "And you too, Harry." She couldn't reach the top of his head, the twins height plus the top half of Harry was towering.

"Leaving already?" George asked.

"Yeh, the party's barely started Stell," Fred complained. "Stay for a bit."

"I can't, you guys know I have to go to Hufflepuff," she laughed. "And I know for a fact they are probably all already drunk by now, seeing that its 12 and the party started at like 8."

"Come on, stay, for me?" Harry gave her puppy dog eyes.

"Not going to work Harry, but nice try," She walked out of the common room, leaving the Gryffindor party on its own. She made her way down the stairs and to the fruit portrait, she tickled the pair and walked inside to where the barrels were, she wasn't sure what to do from there so she just waited until Cedric, or some other Hufflepuff came out.

"Hey, are you here for the party?" a voice asked from behind her. Estella turned around to see a girl who went by the name of Alexa.

"Oh, yea," she laughed. "I dunno how to get in."

"Here, lemme help," Alexa walked to the barrels and tapped on specific ones with her wand. A set of barrels soon moved out of the way, revealing a hallway, probably to the common room.

"Thanks," Estella walked through the hall, the sounds of screaming and music coming from inside. As soon as she reached the common room she stopped mid walk. Cedric was in the center of a group of people. Kissing fucking Cho Chang.

"YOU FOUL GIT!" Estella screamed and the room went quiet, Cedric looked at her and his eyes went wide, he was speechless. "YOU CHEATER, YOU BITCH!"

"Angel I-"

"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME ANGEL, IM DONE, WE'RE DONE!" She stormed out of the common room, picking up her speed as she got out. She ran down the corridor and up the stairs.

Strangely, she didn't feel as much anger, more... relieved? It's like all the worries had gone away.

Now she only had one goal.

Estella ran past the great hall, up the main stairwell, to the fat lady, she said the password and rushed into the common room. Her eyes were darting across the room, looking for a boy. Specifically a tall boy, with freckles, and ginger hair.

She couldn't spot him through the roaring crowd of Gryffindors. The music was loud and there was a disco ball, entranced with magic, spinning in the top of the room.

"GEORGE WEASLEY!" she screamed, looking for the boy she needed most this very second. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see the one and only George Fabian Weasley.

"Your back so soon? You really missed me that-"

"Shut up," she said and before he could finish his sentence, Estella grabbed the side of his face and pressed their lips together. He kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist and starting to lift her feet off the ground.

She felt ethereal, she once again felt like the only girl in the world, flying high above any worries that circled her. She was kissing George Weasley, and there was no one who could stop her.

He slowly let the girl down to the ground again, and took their lips away from each other. But, instead of walking away, George pressed his forehead against hers, he held her face with his giant, veiny, hands, and whispered, "Darling, you don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

"Me neither."

They hadn't realized that the room around them had gotten quiet until he pulled away from her and the Gryffindor common room filled with clapping, Fred was whistling along with Lee.

"FI-NA-LLY!" Lee screamed.

The two awkwardly looked at each other, both hating the attention but both blushing more than ever, George grabbed her hand, tangling his fingers in hers, and smiled.

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