George Weasley

rolled up sleeves. ignored alarms. ethically questionable. loud music. blinking neon signs. fireworks. gunpowder. do it out of spite. torn t-shirts.

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george weasley 

some are loyal soldiers while these other thorns are rosy

biography . 

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BILL

The tell tale blush, a trait all the Weasley’s couldn’t avoid rose on his cheeks as he tried to brush it off, but he couldn’t even wipe the elated smile off his face. There was so much his younger siblings didn’t know, some things he felt just had to be kept to themselves though- they all shared so much, having their own little things kept them separate enough from the hive mind. And he loved playing, but the fear of embarrassment or the ribbing he would get from those he loved most made him keep the guitar locked away in a cupboard. 

“It was just a hobby, but I could’ve been part of them you know? We went to school together, had all these plans but-” it was a different time back then, he wanted adventure and he got it and he wouldn’t change it because it ultimately led him to Fleur and now Victoire. “Oh I see, use and abuse me to get what you want out of it.” he said, teasingly. He always had offers for tickets, but all of them had been so busy with their lives and most were too young at the time. “If you want to meet them though, just say, Myron, Kierley and I regularly meet up for drinks-” he said gladly, feeling he could at least give him that after keeping it secret for so long. 

“Mum never agreed with them, but then that’s mum. She’s going to lose her shit when she finds out. But so worth it man.” 

~

As he watched a blush spread across his brother’s face, George’s grin grew. Bill was not easily embarrassed in his experience. ( at least not by george’s innuendoes ) To see him like this was a treat for George, as well as a reminder that Bill wasn’t always in cool older brother mode. ( sometimes he was just bill weasley, older brother, yes, but also someone with a past that his younger siblings might never know all of; and george was ok with that as long as bill was ok with having him as a younger brother ) Merlin, he couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen his brother go red.

“You’re joking? So, not only could I have been getting Weird Sisters tickets this whole time, but my brother could have been a Weird Sister?” George scoffed. “Well, thanks for nothing, Bill.” Gently, he nudged Bill with his elbow, letting him know it was only a joke. ( one didn’t trade off their older brother after all ) “You do?” George couldn’t keep the surprise from his voice. Merlin, this night just kept getting weirder and weirder. “If you’re inviting me for drinks with the best band in the wizarding world, my answer is yes. Blimey, yes.” This night couldn’t get any better. ( well maybe it could if lina would actually speak to him, but that was neither here nor there ) 

“Why? You’d think Mum would be all for her kid chasing his dream and not going off to Egypt to possibly be killed by a curse that was place on a tomb thousands of years ago.” 

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ANGELINA

She was seething, blood practically boiling- but for two different reasons. He had no right to meddle in her life, she didn’t need him picking and choosing who she should spend time with, talk with or even bother with. Her hold around the glass was tight, using every inch of willpower not to smash it on his head and end his night abruptly. Maybe then she would get some peace though. 

Even if she did clock his gaze down, normally she would cringe at someone checking her out but the dress was made to be seen, her curves and tits designed to be looked at- knowing he had caved and caught a look was a powerful move. But that didn’t stop her anger. 

“You are so fucking dense, it’s a wonder you get a sentence out at times!” she spat, wondering how men could be so fucking obtuse. He tells her he doesn’t want her, not like that, but just expects them to go back like they didn’t admit bitter truths to each other in her kitchen. You couldn’t just go back from that, and for someone who had no intention of wanting a relationship on the basis of not making her happy, he certainly did not get to dictate what made her happy. 

“And I said we’re friends! I will always be your friend, but that doesn’t mean you get to be an asshole and butt into my life when you feel like it!” she added, not caring they were grabbing attention. “Or think you get to touch whenever you feel like. Not anymore.” She was glad he had stepped away, out of her reach and she ran a hand through her hair, stepping back from him and ignoring the way her heart panged at seeing his now sad face. 

No, she wasn’t going to cave. Instead she simply held up her middle finger. “I’ll have plenty of my own fun!” she added, her grip so hard on the glass the stem crushed underneath her hold, so determined not to show the brief flash of pain in her hand as she turned on her heel, now needing to get incredibly shit faced.  Her wand was downstairs, seeing an empty tray she placed the glass down on it. 

God, why couldn’t she just cave? Her stubbornness only came from one place and she was so always determined to be independent and right- it was one of her biggest flaws and always caused more problems than solving it. 

~

Annoyed that she’d turned away and just left, George spun on his heel and marched toward the dance floor determined to ignore her for the rest of the night. If she wanted to ignore him, fine, he could ignore her, too. ( but that was laughable really; there was no ignoring her especially not in that dress and not when he already had an image of them branded into his head ) 

Still, he was able to locate a pretty girl ( all while keeping his eye on angelina ). She was prettier, shorter than him. ( maybe 5 foot four ) Her hair was bobbed and she had pretty eyes. ( blue which were different than lina’s; and that was perhaps for the best ) The girl batted her eyelashes at him and crooked her finger at him. He pushed his way toward her and grinned when pressed her back against his chest. 

He told himself not to do it; told himself that it would be better to stick to his resolve and not glance at her. ( because looking at her only made him more aware of what he couldn’t have; of what he’d given up ) Besides, he didn’t need to see who she was flirting with. However, his willpower was never that strong when he was drunk. 

Placing his hands on the smaller girl’s hips, George glanced toward where Lina was a devilish smirk on his face. 

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CHO

She shrugged with a smirk. “Almost I suppose. Although, there’s a huge difference between causing pure chaos and causing pure party.” she still remembered that day, it was a moment in history and no doubt would turn into legend and passed down to all students who even dared try to hold the title. “A lot changes over the years, Georgie. As well as people. There’s no point in not saying things, you know? People will either like it or hate it and I don’t have a single fuck in me left to care how it goes over.” she added, picking up a glass that was placed on the bar in front of her. 

Lurid green in colour she held it out towards his. “And Paris is a tough market but if anyone could do it, it would be you. I still carry pieces of Fever Fudge wherever I go, do you know how much of a life saver it is getting out of situations where fuckers just can’t take no for an answer? So, I guess cheers to new adventures and endeavours!”

~

“I suppose you’ve got me there,” he said. “And this is one hell of a party if I may say so.” He’d never seen this level of detail go into planning an event. ( his products maybe, but that was different than this kind of detail, though equally as impressive ) “Georgie?” he said, leaning toward her with a coy grin. “You wouldn’t be trying to flirt with me, would you?” It was the opposite really. ( he’d been flirting with almost everyone he spoke to ) “I’ll toast to that.” He grabbed a glass as well then raised it in her direction before downing the whole thing. 

“Paris is indeed.” Normally, he’d make a joke about the French being snooty and uptight, but he refrained. ( especially since his beautiful sister-in-law was french and neither snooty nor uptight ) He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m glad it’s served you well, but if you ever need anyone hexed, you look me up. That kind of behavior is unacceptable.” 

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GINNY

 he clearly wasn’t understanding the fact that he wasn’t her type nor was he even in her league.  silently she swore to herself that if he didn’t leave her alone soon she’d pull her wand out and hex him right then and there,  audience be damned.  merlin bless her brother for saving this man from the true weasley temper,  he sure wouldn’t have survived it.  yet as george placed himself between them she couldn’t help but frown,  not because george was being the worlds best big brother but because he blocked off her view.  “ you know as well as i that i could of handled that george. ”  pursing her lips the youngest weasley looked up at her brother and shook her head.  “ but it’s appreciated nonetheless. ”

~

George shrugged. “I know, but you shouldn’t have to.” And that was the truth of it. No one had any business messing with his sister unless she wanted them to. ( and he tried very hard not to think about the people she wanted to mess around with; the thought made him want to puke ) “Besides, what is the use of having big strong brothers if they can’t run off a prick every now and then?” he said. ( he purposely left off the number of brothers she had; things were so confusing these days and there was no need to ruin a good mood with that ) Slinging his arm around her shoulders, he grinned down at her. “So, Ginny darling, tell me. What are you planning for the rest of this grand evening?” 

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DUDLEY

Maybe one day, he would see the funny side of it. But up until his own revelation of being magical, his only experiences had been a pigs tail which he still had a scar from, a toffee which nearly killed him and the dementor attack- anyone else probably would have their own PTSD from it. He perhaps didn’t deserve the dementor thing, he had learnt soon after joining the world that it was a form of punishment and he had come so close to losing his soul. That scared him more than the toffee. “I was a dick, perhaps murder was a bit too far but it was a small wake up call at the time.” he said, with a shrug, pleasantly surprised at the hand proffered to him and he shook it firmly, feeling like one part of his life had now come to a close. And he was looking forward to the next chapter of it. “I thank Stella, she really made me step up. My father is a prick, I don’t want to be the same. And it’s good being here you know? It’s a fresh start and everything is truly amazing. You definitely have it a lot easier, but I’m a long way away from easily using magic- but one day I’ll get there.” he mused, with another laugh. “As one business owner to another, i’d love to visit, I’ll bring Stella, I’m sure she’d love it. At least we’re not rivals!”

~

George snorted at the dick comment. ( at least he could admit that now; most people couldn’t ) Nodding solemnly, George remembered back when Harry was on trial in his seventh year. He hadn’t thought much about how the event had affected ( traumatized ) Harry’s cousin. The thought of a dark figure hovering over you, pulling all the warmth and happiness from your body. George shuddered. “Mate, I wouldn’t wish a dementor on my worst enemy,” he muttered. “You certainly didn’t deserve that.” At first, George thought that Stella was Dudley’s girl, but as he continued to talk, he realized that she was actually Dudley’s daughter. ( and what an odd thought that was; here was a kid who was younger than himself and who already had a child of his own; george was impressed ) “I’m sure you will,” he said. “Magic’s just a matter of finding what you’re good at. I’m a genius when it comes to potions. Transfiguration? Not so much.” ( fred had always been better at it than him ) “You and your kid are welcome any time. I can’t promise she won’t prank you if you end up taking some of my products home though.” 

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ANGELINA

“I don’t give a shit what it means, George! Although great way to describe yourself!” she retorted, wondering just where he got off on being an asshole. Did he not understand when she said she wanted space? That she had to do her own thing, friends didn’t say all this stupid bullshit or got involved with each other’s potential dates. It was like whiplash with him, never knowing if she were coming or going or what way they were going to turn next and she’d had enough of navigating her way through the Grand Prix journey which was George. 

She rolled her eyes at his statement. “You made the decision that the man would bore me in two seconds. That’s a decision, George. So you pull a stupid stunt like that touching my face to scare him off because you think you know best for me? Can you not see just how fucked you’re being? I really don’t get you, and I never thought I’d ever be that way.” she added, fiercely, before picking up her glass once more and downing the contents in one- turning just as he leaned closer into her, her nose assaulted with the scent of his cologne and sweat and it filled her head, knowing she called him sweaty earlier. But it was something she found arousing. It reminded her of the locker rooms, of intensity, the rush of endorphins after a game, being taken in the locker room showers-

Fuck George Weasley. Especially fuck him the way she felt heat in her cheeks. This wouldn’t do.

“And yeah, we’re still here.” she agreed, voice low but still filled with anger, yet tinged with frustration and she shook her head, annoyed how much he was under her skin. “Which means I’m going to go this way, and you’re going to fuck off the other way and just leave me alone. Go find some other poor girl to throw yourself at, I’m sure there are plenty to choose from to take to that back room place.” it was almost pleading, if she didn’t look murderous at the same time. “And to clarify, your hair is annoying, it’s red and just there and I’m sick of looking at it and you.” his biggest trait was also one of her defining attractions towards him. So right now, she hated it. She was ignoring the want to dance with him, to just give in and follow him and do what he wanted. It was a hard habit to break, when her head wanted one thing, her heart another and her body an entirely different thing. 

~

He shrugged. She was just as hot under the collar as he was now, so he’d gotten what he wanted. ( he liked seeing her so bothered; it helped him focus on something other than what she was wearing ) Besides, if he was confused about their relationship, why shouldn’t she be? First, she said she loved him then she decided that they weren’t going to talk anymore? George wasn’t about to let that stand. He was going to spend every possible moment he could with her before she left, even if she hated him for it. 

“Because he would!” he burst out, only to have an older couple glance their way. He flipped them off before turning his attention back to Angelina. “You’d talk to him, find something wrong with him, and realize you’re wasting your time. So, you’re welcome. Now you can spend your last days in London doing something better than entertaining a pillock.” He didn’t think she’d bring up the touch to her face. ( had figured they’d let that settled in the chasm between them like everything else had ) A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about how soft her skin was. “I’ve touched you before and it’s never been to scare anyone off.” ( but this time it had been ) “I don’t see why you have a problem with that. You’re the one whose bloody hard to understand. We’re friends. We’ve always been friends, Lina. I don’t know why you want to break that up.” 

As he listened to her talk, he did his best to keep his eyes on her face, but she was so damn close. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t- 

He was unable to stop his eyes from dropping a fraction of an inch and oh, did he regret it. ( she was beautiful and perfect and he wanted her ) He needed to get away from her now, or he’d end up doing something he really regretted. Her last comment got him though, and he wasn’t about to slink off without a retort. Leaning his elbow against the railing he pitched forward until his mouth was close to her ear. ( fuck she even smelled good; why was he being tortured? ) “Fine, I’ll fuck off,” he said lowly. “If that’s what you really want. But if you wanna come out of your corner and actually have some fun instead of avoiding me for the rest of the time you’re in London, you know where to find me.” With that, he straightened up and adjusted his shirt before he started to back away from her and toward the dance floor. His smirk was no longer in place, he offered he a sad smile instead, figuring this would be their last goodbye before she left the city.

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CHO

She preened, with a flick of her head sending her long hair over her shoulder as she nodded. “Thank you! After years of partying on different continents, I wanted to bring something back. I’m glad you approve.” she said, her smile wide and warm. She was proud of herself, the night was going off with a bang so far and she enjoyed playing host to faces she thought she had long left behind. Her comeback was designed just so, no more emotional wreck, instead she was confident and healthy and ready to call out some people who needed it. 

“It’s good to see not much has changed, still a charming fucker aren’t you?” she questioned, knowing she hadn’t a personal issue with this particular Weasley. She had never really gotten the chance to know him more outside of DA lessons but she always remembered how he and Fred were such characters. “You still running your joke shop?” 

~

“Hellva a way to come back to the country,” George said as he sipped his drink. “Almost as good as leaving Hogwarts in a blaze of fireworks.” It was better actually because there was alcohol involved, but he figured it was best not to let her head get too big. ( besides, their exit from hogwarts was the one thing the twins had left behind at hogwarts; neither one of them were prefects, they weren’t up for head boy or quidditch captain; their exit was how they’d be remembered and he was fine with that ) 

“I don’t remember you having quite the smart mouth in school,” he quipped his eyebrows raised. “But yes, I’m still a charming fucker.” As was evidenced by his show on the dance floor earlier. “I am. Shop’s good and I’m hoping to open up a new branch in France soon. Paris could use some mayhem.” He winked for emphasis. 

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ANGELINA

She hated him in that moment, everything from his clothes, his hair, all the way to his grinning, almost smirking face that was so punchable right now she would’ve, if there weren’t potential photos to be taken of the event and the reminder she had to ensure she was a good role model. arrested for brawling is not something she could live down. “Cocka what? Whatever, I don’t care. Yes, perhaps I did. Last time I checked I’m allowed to do what I want. Why do you care? I’m sure you’ve had plenty of chances tonight to do what you wished- it would afford you to allow me to do the same.” she said, her hands moving to her hips in a stance which pretty much said, fuck you. 

“Again, here you go speaking as if you know what I like or don’t like. Stop making decisions for me, god, how arrogant are you?!” she asked, incredulously. He had no right to shoo away her potential dates or potential lays. He made that crystal clear days ago. “And don’t think I’m gonna cave and follow you just because now you want to remember the good times- “ even though they had been great times. Not a care in the world, butterbeer and sometimes something stronger being passed around, the lightness, the vibe, the roar of the house- something which had been gone for a long while. But she hadn’t been allowed to reflect on those times before around George, the name always present within their adventures banned. 

“And I’m having fun, or at least I was until you showed up with your stupid face and your stupid hair and stupid jokes- God!” she felt frustrated, knowing she had the right to be angry, but she didn’t want to ruin her last night here. Especially not over George Weasley. And his stupid, sexy, attractive, punchable face. Jeez, she needed real air. She was better than that, she deserved better than that. “Anyway, whatever, you couldn’t handle dancing now with a body like this-” in pure sass, a hand waved up and down her own body. “-so save yourself now from making a tit of yourself.” 

~

“Cockalorum,” he repeated. “It’s a self-important person, usually a man.” He explained it because he knew it would piss her off. ( and maybe he wanted that because her being mad at him was better than her not feeling anything for him ) He shrugged. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want. I’m not stopping you. Just standing here talking to you is all.” There was a truth and a lie to that. He might not have stopped her from flirting with anyone, but he would sure glare a hole through anyone who tried to flirt back with her. Why do you care? That was the question of the day. And he wished he had an answer for it. ( he knew the answer though, it’d been sitting in the bottom of his heart since they’d last spoken ) 

“I've not made any decisions for you,” he said, gesturing around with his arms. “We’re still standing here, aren’t we? That’s what you want. I’ve not changed a thing. Only asked that you let loose a bit.” And yes, maybe he’d tried to cajole her into dancing with him, but clearly, he’d have to find another way to do that. ( why was it that his methods never worked on her? everyone else seemed to fall for his charm, why couldn’t she? just this once before she left for good like she said was going to ) 

“My hair?” he said, confused by the turn this conversation was taking. “What’s wrong with my hair?” He leaned toward her at the audacity. ( not because it wasn’t true, but because she’d just gestured toward herself like he hadn’t already noticed the dress she was wearing; hadn’t made a conscious effort not to glance down and keep his eyes on her face ) “Well, you wouldn’t know if I could handle it or not because you refuse to even go out there with me. Instead, you’re over hear complaining.” 

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BILL

He felt on top of the world, literally and figuratively. If you had told him when younger he would be playing with the band that very nearly had become his future on the roof of a building with dozens of faces he knew- he’d of laughed and told them to piss off. But here he was, invited up on stage by Myron and introduced like he belonged there, it was humbling and nerve wracking at the same time as he cajoled into joining them on one of their most popular numbers. He knew it still by heart, having been present when it was written and first explored. He had tried to drown out the cheers and wolf whistles from the crowd, and intentionally avoided looking at any of his family. 

Playing was great, like riding a bike his fingers knew the chords and he felt himself for the first time in a long while, light and genuinely care free as they blasted the rock number out to the crowd, his smile was huge in between instrumental breaks and joining in for the chorus, voice throaty and deep against Myron’s roar and shrill. He was still laughing and smiling when it was over and he stood on the stage, feeling slightly embarrassed yet elated he was able to do one thing he had wanted to do. Thanking the group and promising to be back for another he jumped down from the small stage and began making his way through the crowd. He needed a drink, a strong one and he found one pressed into his hands as if by magic, but turning to see who had done it he felt himself groan and he ran a hand across his face. “Whatever joke you’re going to say, out with it. I don’t care. Just don’t tell mum.” 

~

There were very few times in his life when George had been stunned. ( when harry had given them the money to start their shop, when he’d found out fred was alive, when lina had written that she’d loved ) Now was one of those times. Seeing Bill on stage was like a fever dream. And he was actually good. How had he kept this a secret for so long? If George was friends with one of the most famous bands in the wizarding world, he certainly wouldn’t have kept quiet about it. Yet there was older brother, playing a guitar and singing on stage like he was born to do it. George wondered what other things Bill had been keeping from them. 

As his brother ended his last song, George cheered and clapped his hands for him. Quickly, he turned toward the closest waiter and grabbed two drinks from his tray. Then he started to push his way through the crowd. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. Everyone wanted Bill’s attention now. ( as if enough people hadn’t wanted it before ) However, George managed to shove his way through the crowd til he was next to his brother. He pushed the drink into his hand with a grin that only got bigger at the comment he made. “Joke?” he said. “I don’t even have one after that.” He slapped Bill on the back. “That was incredible. I didn’t know you could do that.” ( there was apparently a lot he didn’t know about his brother ) “Why didn’t you tell me you knew the Weird Sisters? I could have been getting into their concerts for years!” 

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DUDLEY

It was breath-taking, being able to look across the entirety of the city of London and see the people below in the muggle side of their world, partying and dancing, walking from the next party to the next with no idea they were literally above them. Magic really was a wonderful thing. And he couldn’t stop himself between songs going back over to the edge and just looking. He didn’t really pay attention to who he was stood next too, although that might have been due to the three beers and four shots he had already under his belt that he didn’t clock the red hair. “Hasn’t it been?” he agreed, letting out a nervous laugh and compensated for taking another sip of his beer. “I supposed we were going to bump into each other at some point-” he added, wondering if his tongue was tingling simply because the last time he had seen that face, it had swollen and grew and nearly choked him. Even to this day he was extra careful in how he ate. 

~

George noted the nervous laugh and grinned to defuse the tense. ( it was a long time ago when he’d given dudley that toffee, be he supposed for a kid who’d never had magic in his life it stuck out ) “Guess I should apologize for feeding you a magical candy,” he said. “At the time, I didn’t quite care for you.” He turned to fully face the man next to him and stuck out his hand. “I can honestly say that’s changed though.” Harry had said that Dudley was better than who he was as a child. ( and if harry said it, then it must be true; there’s no way he’d be friends with a bully, especially not one who had tormented him as a child ) So, if Harry was willing to put the past behind him, so was George. “What do you think of the party? And the wizarding world so far. I don’t know how long you’ve been around, but we’ve got some pretty amazing things. My joke shop included.” 

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CHO

Even with heeled boots it was a struggle at times to be noticed in the darker areas of the club. Even though everyone else was having fun, Cho was in work mode making sure everyone was enjoying themselves, no one was misbehaving in the wrong sort of way and that everything was running smoothly. She had just dropped off another couple of bottles from the cellar when she felt someone bump into her and she was about to curse them a new one until she saw who it was and she looked up at him with an air of surprise. 

“I’m short. It happens.” she responded, coolly, before fixing a smile and stepping out the way of another patron waiting for the bar. “I didn’t think this would’ve been your thing, but i’m glad you could make it. Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked, genuinely wanting to know but also rhetorically. “I’m going by the sweaty demeanour that its going to be a yes, but humour me and inject this ego further.” she added with a wicked grin. It was her club, she was going to make it known just who they should thank.

~

George grinned when he realized who it was. He hadn’t seen Cho Chang in years. ( she was in katie’ year and still quite pretty ) It’d been a shame how everyone had treated her in school even though she’d never done anything wrong. ( it had been wrong how they’d treated her friend, too; george had only realized that years later ) She looked phenomenal in her shorts and jacket. He couldn’t think of anyone who could pull it off better than her. “Well, if it isn’t Cho Chang,” he said. “It’s been too long.”

“This is very much my thing,” he said. “And I really like it. It’s got a great combination of both the Muggle and the magical worlds and the music is killer.” The whole club had been hopping since he’d gotten here and he didn’t expect it to die down until dawn. His head whipped toward her at the last comment. “You own this?” he asked. “Well, fuck me. Congrats, Cho. It’s great and you’ve done a banger job with the place.” 

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ANGELINA

She grimaced as he spoke about the back rooms, it didn’t take long for people to figure out just why they were there and Angelina had considered the actual legal ramifications of them. Was it legal? Was it acceptable? She wasn’t a complete prude, not at all, but something about it felt dirty and wrong. But, to each their own and if George had happily explored it, then that was on him. But she certainly was not going to congratulate him on it. Nor ask just who he had been with. “You’re disgusting.” she commented, refusing to look at him, instead taking another large gulp of he martini. 

She even refused to look at him when his finger traced her jaw, even if she felt her skin prickle all over from the touch and the change of temperature of his warm finger against her cooling skin made her eyes flutter for a fraction of a second as her breath caught in her throat. Now that wasn’t fair. It had seemed though to do the trick, was George intentionally messing up her chances as the man she had been eyeing had disappeared and her scowl settled once more. She was not going to be cockblocked by George Bitchface Weasley who couldn’t make his fucking mind up about anything. How was it fair for him to do that when he not even forty eight hours previously stomped on her heart and claimed he didn’t want a relationship or anything else with her apart from friends.

Friends didn’t stroke each other. Everyone knew that. Nor touched each other inappropriately and she rounded on him, discarding her glass in a move to stop herself flinging it at him. “My dance card is full, find someone else to bother.” she stated, hotly, trying not to properly look at him now she could see him. She certainly wasn’t looking at the way the shirt fitted him perfectly, defining muscle she wasn’t entirely sure had been there before and she narrowed her eyes more to hide the fact she was clearly ogling him. “I was happy before you came over here, in fact, I was quite happy smiling at that guy until you arrived and fucked it up.” 

~

It was a testament to how far gone he was when laughed at her disgusting comment. Normally, he would have changed the subject, but that fact that she was so obviously put out over a lie amused him to no end. ( so perhaps he’d get his balls hexed off for laughing, but he truly couldn’t help it ) He turned bright eyes toward her, a grin on his face as he looked over again. Merlin, she was pretty, even with that sour turn to her lips. ( he wondered what it would take to make that turn go away ) 

Momentarily, he was memorized by the flutter of her eyelids. ( was it just the wind or something else? ) He shook himself out of the stupor a scowl reappeared across Angelina’s face. Glancing below again, he noticed that the man she’d been making eyes at was gone. ( good ) Smirk back in place, he opened his mouth to say something when Angelina turned to him. He promptly shut his mouth. ( he knew that look on her face and nothing good every followed it; best to let her speak her piece first ) 

“You wanted that cockalorum to notice you?” he scoffed. “You’d be bored of him in two seconds.” Or she’d end up liking him, dating him, doing more with him. ( fury ran through his veins at the thought, but he refused to make another comment on it; she wasn’t his to claim ) Instead of continuing with that line thought, he changed the subject. “Come on, Lina,” he said. “We used to have fun at stuff like this. You remember the parties in the Gryffindor common room.” It was perhaps a low blow, trying to revert back to the friendship they had when they were kids. ( nothing was like how it was when they were children )

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It was her last night in London and she was enjoying every last minute of it. From dancing with her brothers and family, the crew showing them all how to really groove, to dancing with a few of the other boys she met throughout the night and drinking enough martini’s that she felt like a olive covered in vodka inside. She was living her best life and it’s how she wanted to see the New Year in, making the fresh start she needed and finally getting herself out of the mess which enveloped her every time she came back home. 

When she needed a breather though, she found herself on the top deck where she’d seen others linger throughout the night, where it had been magically cooled to help stave off the exertion of bodies and dancing, cocktail stick stirring in her martini, her eyes clocked another guy further down below looking up at her and if she just so happened to place the stick in her mouth and slowly pop off the olive, that was for him and her only. Cheeks blooming she chewed on it thoughtfully, thinking he wasn’t too bad- he didn’t have red hair to begin with and that was a good mark in her book. 

She had done well in avoiding him, not that she had actively been doing so. But ever since the conversation in her kitchen, she had kept their contact minimum, determined that he would not ruin her decision to go. Like she said, if he wanted her happy, he’d let her go and do what she wanted. But seemingly fate had another plan, when she felt his presence beside her and she looked at him once before turning back to look down below again. “You look sweaty and gross, I take it you’re having a good time.” she commented, still making eyes at the stranger below. 

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George had spotted her a long time ago. ( she was bloody hard to miss in that dress and with her smile bright as ever ) He’d let her have her distance, figured it was best to give her her space and let her come to him. Then it became obvious she was avoiding him. He tried to ignore it, at first, had flirted with everyone who came within ten feet of him to try and get her attention. ( it hadn’t worked ) Finally, he’d given up and started to make his way toward her. 

He perched himself against the railing facing the crowd, his elbows resting lightly on the railing. He noted the man she was looking at and fought the urge to roll his eyes. ( jealousy he knew, and normally he wouldn’t act on it, but tonight he’d had enough to drink that he forgot he wasn’t even supposed to be jealous ) “Yeah? Been in those back rooms. They’re quite nice.” Lies. But Lina didn’t need to know that, especially when the man down below seemed to be so interested in her.

“You look gorgeous as always, but like you’ve bitten on a lime,” he said, reaching over to run a finger down the side of her jaw. He dropped his hand like he’d been burned and turned his attention back to the dance floor. ( best not to go down that road tonight if he knew what was best for him ) “A dance’ll make you feel better,” he suggested. ( just as deadly as touching her face, but at least there would be other people around to stop anything too crazy going on ) “Come on, Lina. It’ll put a smile right on your face.” 

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DUDLEY

Verity had just found herself a lovely bird to talk to, so George slipped off the dance floor to make himself scarce. She was one of his best managers and he was glad that she’d found someone to spend New Year’s with. ( even if he hadn’t ) Cosmic was one of the coolest places he’d ever seen. The mix of the magical and the muggle made it unique. ( george would have to remember to compliment the owner ) Stepping over to the edge of the rooftop, he watched the lights of the city below. Everything looked beautiful from up here. He heard someone step up beside him, and he turned to speak to them. A dose of familiarity glued his tongue to his mouth. The kid was much older, but still had the same nose and mouth shape. “It’s Dudley, right?” he finally said. “Long time, no see.” // @dudleyxdursley

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GINNY

George knew that Ginny could handle herself. ( she’d grown up with seven brothers after all and was perfectly capable of kicking all their asses ) However, he’d distinctly heard her tell the bloke next to her that she wasn’t interested in him. He didn’t seem to be taking the hint. So, George stepped him before Ginny hexed him and ended up spending New Year’s in prison. ( had nothing to do with his older brother instincts ) “Hey, mate, she’s not interested,” he said loudly and placed himself between Ginny and the man. “Don’t be a douchebag and take the hint.” The man raised his hands in defense before slithering off into the ground. Rolling his eyes, George turned back to his sister. “You’re welcome. Now, you can spend the rest of the night without that creep bugging you.” // @cleverxwit​

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hot in the best way possible. He’d been late to the party. ( not by design, and he’d been afraid he’d never make it through the front door ) When he’d finally arrived, he’d been amazed at the place. It was gorgeous with that mirrors and lights. ( george expected he’d end up in one of those guarded rooms before the night ended ) Instead of staying inside, he headed up stairs and enjoyed the cool air on the roof. Verity had been there and he’d chatted with her for a while before they’d hit the dance floor. He abandoned the roof when she found some pretty girl to snug. 

So, George found himself downstairs on the dance floor. Everyone was friendly. ( more so than usual because of New Year’s most likely ) Eventually, he ended up between a boy and a girl, grinding more than dancing. When the song changed, George excused himself from the lovely duo and slowly made his way to the bar. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he finally made it to the other end of the room, a huge grin on his face. Only to bump into someone. “Sorry about that,” he said, his hand shooting out to catch an elbow. “You alright?”