Iridescence - G.W

8- Quidditch Injuries

'Soooo,' Ginny said suggestively as Flick made her way downstairs. 

'Shut it, Ginevra,' she answered sitting down on the sofa swinging her legs on top of her lap.

'We need to talk about last night,' she said with an eyebrow wiggle.

'What do you mean?' Flick replied nonchalantly hoping beyond hope her and George hadn't in the shower or his room.

'You can't be coy Flick. You sat on his fucking lap in front of all of us and basically told us you liked him.' She laughed giving the older girl a pointed look.

Flick felt her cheeks grew red and a little giggle escaped from her lips under the excusing glare of Ginny and Hermione had now joined the conversation. 'Shut up,' she laughed nervously, the smile of her face never faltering.

'Oh my god! Are you two a thing now?' Hermione squealed.

'Well I'm not sure,' she laughed, 'nothing official.'

'You're telling me that nothing at all happened?' Ginny said unbelievingly.

'Well,' Flick smirked, 'we might have kissed a bit,'

'You kissed!' the girls around her squealed making her heart flutter at how happy she felt right now.

'Tell us everything, every detail. Right. Now.' Hermione said climbing over closer to the pair.

Flick giggled; she wasn't going to tell the private, intimate details that she had done. 'Well, we kissed and then cuddled till we fell asleep.'

'Wait,' Ginny said, 'you guys cuddled all night. You're definitely a thing.'

'I don't know, I don't want to assume things, we'd all had a bit too much to drink.' Flick said trying to push down the bizarre knot of uncertainty in her stomach.

The girls spent some time giggling about boys together before the others pilled into the den sitting down next to them making plans for the upcoming day. By midmorning, every Weasley member aside from Mr Weasley were bickering about what to do.

'no, lets play chess,' Charlie whined.

'Honestly Charlie, you're a fully grown man in your twenties, acting younger than Ginny,' Mrs Weasley quipped with a flick of her hitting him softly with a pillow making the others giggle.

'Quidditch.' Fred stated simply, 'Quidditch,' he repeated glancing at George.

'Quidditch,' George agreed at the same time,

'Quidditch,' Flick joined in getting louder and louder.

'Quidditch,' Ginny and Harry said at the same time.

'Quidditch?' Bill questioned with a roll of his eyes.

'Quidditch.' Ron added rather definitely.

'Ugh fine, quidditch,' Charlie gave in with a huff that turned into a smile seconds later.

The group made their way to their respective rooms, Felicity followed the twins to their room deciding a skirt wouldn't be a good idea for the broom. She grabbed a pair of joggers and feeling mischievous picked up one of Georges quidditch jerseys and threw it on before heading down to the broom cupboard where she left her nimbus 2000 after their late-night quidditch games.

A rough hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her into a small coven in the hallway his hand slipping into hers.

'What do you think you're playing at?' George smirked at her in a low guttural voice eyeing her up and down. Felicity replied with an innocent look and a shrug of her shoulders. 'Don't think looking that goods gonna make me go easy on you.'