Playing With Firewhiskey

Kaitlyn and Kyle exited the elevator at St. Mungo's reception floor, bidding the Welcome Witch goodbye before they quickly stepped out into Muggle London. They had just been to visit their parents, which was a weekly occurrence for Kaitlyn. The eighteen-year-old used to visit everyday on her way home from work, especially when Kyle had first gone away for Quidditch training. However, the silences in the room, the blank stares, and the reality of the entire situation had quickly become too much for Kaitlyn to stomach daily. Every time she sat in that plastic chair at their bedside, making one-sided conversation with people who were supposed to be her parents, a piece of Kaitlyn's heart broke. It was a constant reminder to the young woman exactly how unfair life could be. After just two months, her visits were reduced to once a week; on a good week, Kaitlyn would visit twice. She felt incredibly guilty about this - after all, these were her parents - but it was hard for Kaitlyn to see them alive and yet as close to death as one could be.

After the war had ended, Kyle had only been in London for a week before he was sent off for Quidditch training. Every time he came home, the reality of his parents' condition hit him just as hard as the day he had them admitted. During this particular visit, Kyle had merely watched as Kaitlyn rambled on about the things that were going on in their lives, talking as though their parents could even come close to comprehending the things she had said. The fake cheer that Kaitlyn put on as soon as they walked into the ward both impressed and saddened Kyle. Kaitlyn was here often, and Kyle imagined she was usually here by herself. He couldn't truly believe that Zacharias would even consider being at St. Mungo's with her. It angered him to think of this, but the older Thompson pushed that thought out of his mind. Kaitlyn had already gotten angry at him earlier in the morning for "meddling" in her business.

She had received an owl from Zacharias as soon as she woke up that morning, with a note apologizing for whatever it was he had done the previous night - Kaitlyn still wouldn't tell Kyle. All she'd said after reading it was that Zacharias wanted to meet at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade, and that Kyle should join them. Kaitlyn really wanted them to get along and, after a pleading look from her, Kyle gave in. It wasn't very often that Kyle could resist giving his younger sister what she wanted.

But Kyle wasn't happy about it, and was praying that Zacharias would mess up in his presence later that evening just so he could finally do something about it. Every fiber in his being itched to retaliate at the former Hufflepuff because his sister clearly couldn't. Kyle supposed this was why Kaitlyn was placed in Hufflepuff; her loyalty was one of her stronger qualities. But loyalty could also be a dangerous trait to have, and Kyle had learned this the hard way during his days as a Slytherin.

Kaitlyn's weak attempt to stifle a small sniffle brought Kyle back to reality - the reality that he often liked to pretend wasn't his. Unfortunately, being back in London forced him to face it. He glanced over at Kaitlyn, concerned, but unsure of what he could do to banish the difficult visit to the back of her mind.

"How about we head over to Hogsmeade a little early?" Kyle suggested after watching Kaitlyn's strained expression for a minute, purposefully ignoring the few tears that had managed to escape from the younger girl's eyes. "Maybe we could do some shopping before meeting Zacharias?"

Kaitlyn hesitated, but only for a moment. "Sure. I suppose I could do with a little Honeydukes stock up."

The Thompson siblings spent the better part of their afternoon walking around Hogsmeade, window shopping at Gladrags Wizardwear, buying sweets at Honeydukes, and having a bit of tea at Madam Puddifoot's. Throughout the course of the afternoon, Kaitlyn began to cheer up, especially after a little boy, no more than eight or nine, walked up to Kyle in awe, having recognized him from one of the Quidditch matches he had played. Kyle, not used to the attention quite yet, blushed furiously and signed a napkin for the little boy, who looked like he could die happy right there.

"Already basking in the fame?"

Kaitlyn jumped slightly at the unexpected voice and turned around to see Oliver standing there with a smirk as the little boy excitedly ran away, not even noticing that he'd almost bumped into the Keeper for the very same team.

Kyle rolled his eyes, but smiled. "No. That's a very Gryffindor thing to do, anyway," he taunted in reply.

"Three years and you're still talking about our school houses, huh? Well, I s'pose it took me four to get over you being in Slytherin after all," Oliver chided.

Kaitlyn watched the playful banter between the two Quidditch players with an amused smile. The trio had begun walking down the street, Kaitlyn sandwiched in between Oliver and Kyle. Watching them bicker was akin to watching a married couple. At that thought, Kaitlyn had to suppress a giggle so as to not draw attention to herself. It was so obvious, at least to Kaitlyn, that Oliver had a major crush on her brother, despite what Kyle insisted. Unfortunately, Kaitlyn was afraid that Kyle was a little too hung up on his last non-relationship to notice.

Kaitlyn referred to Kyle's only real relationship as a "non-relationship" because it was during his time at Hogwarts and, in Kaitlyn's opinion, had been an extremely unfortunate one. Of course, she couldn't really talk since Kyle despised Zach; Kaitlyn couldn't really blame him. From the outside, it seemed as though Zach was one of the most horrible people in the world, but Kaitlyn wished that Kyle could look past that. During the aftermath of Voldemort's demise, Zacharias was someone who had been there for her when no one else was. It was his arms Kaitlyn ran into after every visit to St. Mungo's, his covers she would hide under when she had a nightmare, and his jumpers she ruined with her tears. Kaitlyn owed him everything for keeping her remotely functional; she didn't think she would've been able to do it without him.

It didn't help Zach's case, though, that he had a hot temper. He'd never hit her or anything remotely close to that, but he wasn't exactly eloquent. Many times, unintentionally, he reminded Kaitlyn of how much she owed him for being there through her tough times. She knew that he didn't mean it and, in a way, she'd gotten used to it. But Kyle always got furious with Zach. Kaitlyn hoped that their meeting tonight wouldn't be a complete disaster.

But perhaps, Kaitlyn thought as Kyle and Oliver continued to laugh about an inside joke, if Kyle has a companion for the night and he's in a good mood, it will go well!

"Oliver," Kaitlyn said, interrupting whatever it was that Kyle had been saying. "We're going to the Three Broomsticks. If you don't have plans, you should really come. My boyfriend, Zacharias Smith, will be meeting us there." She gave Oliver her highest wattage smile.

Oliver looked at Kaitlyn in surprise. "Well, as long as you don't mind. I've really been intruding on your family time..."

"Nonsense," Kaitlyn admonished. "I insist that you come."

Oliver looked over at Kyle, who nodded encouragingly, and then shrugged. "It's not like I have other plans tonight anyway."

The trio made their way over to Three Broomsticks, Kyle and Oliver picking up their conversation where they'd left it off, with Kaitlyn trailing them contentedly. Since it wasn't a Hogwarts weekend, the pub wasn't as crowded as Kaitlyn had always remembered it to be. It was good though, because it meant that finding a decently-sized table for four was not as difficult as it usually proved to be.

They slid into their seats, Oliver and Kyle across from Kaitlyn, leaving the empty seat next to her in anticipation of Zach's arrival.

"Shall I go get the first round?" Oliver offered after taking his coat off.

"Let's do mead," Kyle suggested. "I love Butterbeer, but I think I had half of the case last night."

"No objections here," Kaitlyn agreed. "Thanks, Oliver."

As the former Gryffindor Quidditch captain headed up to the bar to get the drinks, Kaitlyn turned towards Kyle. "Are you sure you guys are just friends?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow. "Very."

"But you don't even think you'd give Oliver a try?"

"I don't know," Kyle replied with a shrug. "Why are you so interested in this all of a sudden?"

"Because you can't seem to get over Draco," Kaitlyn said bluntly, noticing the way that Kyle still flinched when she said his name. "See? Kyle, you've got to move on. He was a damn Death Eater."

Kyle rolled his eyes. "His parents were Death Eaters. He couldn't be seen with me, or else they would know. Death Eaters can't have gay sons."

"You really need to stop making excuses for him. It's been two years."

"Don't you think I know that? And honestly, who are you to talk about making excuses?"

But before Kaitlyn could respond, Oliver returned with four mugs of mead, sliding them to the center of the table. "What are we bickering about now?" he asked with a smile.

Kaitlyn ignored Kyle's look and turned to Oliver, pulling a mug of mead towards her. "Draco Malfoy."

"Ah," Oliver said, looking over to Kyle for a moment. Kyle had briefly told him about his pseudo-relationship with the younger Slytherin, but Oliver had never pushed for details. He bit down on his lip and then sighed. "I thought we were trying to get over the prat," Oliver finally said, looking at Kyle earnestly. "He's not worth it. I already told you that if he couldn't even stand up to his parents, Death Eaters or not, he would never be able to stand up to anyone else. It would've been horrible to keep it a secret - even more horrible than it already was. You deserve a lot more than that, mate."

Kaitlyn grinned triumphantly. "I told you," she gloated before taking a long sip of her mead.

Kyle only shook his head in response, changing the subject. "Where's Zacharias?"

"He'll be here," Kaitlyn assured him.

Kyle held back his doubtful look and simply shrugged instead. He then turned to Oliver to discuss training schedules and the first game they would be playing after the holiday.

The Quidditch players became so engrossed in their discussion that Kaitlyn found herself looking around the room, desperately trying to figure out where in the world her boyfriend was. Zach did have a habit of being late, but never this late. For the sake of not provoking Kyle any further on the subject, Kaitlyn held back her complaints and tried her best to look neutral.

After an hour of waiting, however, Kaitlyn's empty cup and quickly boiling frustration kept her from holding back any longer. She suggested that the trio get another round of drinks before Zach's arrival, quickly making up that Zach sometimes got caught up at his mum's, and would probably be along soon enough. She tried to make herself sound as unperturbed as possible, but she knew by the dubious look that Kyle and Oliver both gave her that it didn't work. She was incredibly grateful, therefore, that Oliver quickly polished off his mug of mead, handing it off to Kaitlyn.

"I'll be right back," Kaitlyn announced, quickly getting up from her seat with all three mugs for another round. She didn't think she could face her brother's scorn.

As she waited for the three refills, Kaitlyn couldn't help but feel her frustration slowly turn into anger. Zacharias knew how much Kyle couldn't stand him, and he had promised that he would be on his best behaviour while Kyle was home. What could he possibly be doing that was keeping him over an hour late for an appointment that he had suggested? Kaitlyn couldn't understand what went through that boy's mind half of the time.

With a resigned sigh, Kaitlyn thanked the witch behind the bar and carefully made her way back to her table with three mugs of mead in hand. Zach often forgot about plans he'd made with her, or would cancel at the last minute, but Kaitlyn had thought that he'd known how important this was to her, especially since they had fought about this only a night ago.

The couple had gone out to dinner, to which Zach had showed up twenty minutes late, only to argue almost the whole way through. Zach had said that Kyle had never been there for Kaitlyn after the end of the war, otherwise he would have quit Quidditch for her. Zach insisted that because Kyle "went off and left Kaitlyn" for Zach to take care of, he clearly did not care all that much, and that Kyle had no right to dislike him as a result. He was indignant when Kaitlyn insisted that it wasn't true and that, regardless, Zach's getting along with her brother was extremely important to her. Then, Zach crossed the line. He, not so wisely, pointed out that Kyle made the wrong decision when admitting their parents to St. Mungo's and should have just "put them down" and out of their misery for the sake of everyone involved. That was when Kaitlyn tearfully raged that her parents were not farm animals, and called him an "inconsiderate son of a bitch", leaving the restaurant before Zach's temper caused a scene in public.

Kaitlyn had thought that suggesting drinks with Kyle had been a part of the huge apology she was still expecting from him in person. But apparently, something else, more important than her, had come up. Again. Kaitlyn wasn't sure why Zach always chose the most inopportune times to be a right arse when he was nothing but a sweetheart when Kyle was away.

By the time Kaitlyn arrived back at the table, she found someone sitting in Zach's seat - someone who wasn't Zach, if the flaming red hair was any indication.

"Hello, George," Kaitlyn greeted the Weasley twin with surprise, sliding two of the mugs in her hands over to Oliver and Kyle.

George flashed Kaitlyn a brilliant smile. "All right, Kaitlyn? I was just in the area picking up some supplies for some new products, and wanted to stop in for a moment to get warm. Ollie over here invited me to join you lot - I hope that's okay."

If Kaitlyn had been paying more attention, she would have noticed that slight uncertain edge in George's voice towards the end of his statement. She also would've noticed that George was drinking the mead that was meant for Zach. But instead, all she could focus on was keeping the blush that was threatening to spread across her cheeks in check. How was it, she wondered, that one smile from George Weasley could have such an enormous effect on her? Was she literally under someone's spell?

"Of course it's okay," Kaitlyn heard herself saying. "No one was sitting there anyway." She forced a smile over at George before burying her face into her mug, hoping that the dejected tone she'd held wasn't as noticeable to anyone else.

Unfortunately for the young witch, Kyle and Oliver had already filled George in on how Zach was, apparently, ditching Kaitlyn for what, Kyle suspected, was not the first time. The redhead studied Kaitlyn for a few moments longer before reaching over to steal a few chips off of her plate in an effort to steer her thoughts away from her rogue boyfriend.

"Hey!" Kaitlyn reacted appropriately, scowling over at George, who only smiled back at her.

"Sorry," he said with an innocent shrug. "I couldn't resist."

"Men," Kaitlyn huffed, though George caught a hint of a smile on her features.

"You love it," George retorted lightheartedly, stealing another chip from her plate before ducking his head and dodging the lame swing Kaitlyn attempted at him. Still, he chuckled and turned to Oliver and Kyle. "You should have made her try out for Quidditch. She's got a good arm on her."

"And give Hufflepuff a chance?" Kyle asked teasingly. "That wouldn't be right."

The three men laughed and, despite the fact that Kaitlyn was mildly offended, even she had to admit that Hufflepuff was truly rubbish at Quidditch most years; although, they had had a decent team a few times.

"Could we seriously try to not to talk about Quidditch for more than ten minutes at a time?" Kaitlyn interjected, shaking her head at Oliver and Kyle especially.

Kyle immaturely stuck his tongue out at his younger sister and retorted, "Fine. We'll talk about it on our side of the table. You can talk about... whatever it is you talk about, if not Quidditch."

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes and took a long drink from her mug as George leaned on his elbow watching her. "How'd you get stuck with those two anyway? I find it hard to imagine anyone could truly want to be their third wheel."

It took every ounce of restraint for Kaitlyn to not spit out the mead that was in her mouth.

"What?"

George raised an eyebrow at her. "You can't honestly tell me that you haven't noticed that Kyle and Oliver fancy each other."

"Well, I noticed of course. But you try and get my thick-headed brother to do anything that bold."

George looked contemplative for a moment before a mischievous grin slowly spread over his features. "Kaitlyn, dear," he said in an overdramatic voice. "It looks like everyone is out of their drink." He eyed all four mugs, despite the fact that three of them still had liquid in them. "Shall we get another round?"

George stood up before Kaitlyn could answer and tilted his head in the direction of the bar. Kaitlyn raised an eyebrow at the Weasley twin before casting a glance at Kyle and Oliver, who were very obviously flirting with each other and oblivious to everything else that was going on in the pub. Quickly making the decision that she would rather be almost anywhere else than be subjected to that kind of torture, Kaitlyn stood up as well, following George through the growing crowd to the bar.

"I've heard about you and your tricks, Weasley," Kaitlyn informed the older boy matter-of-factly.

George pretended to look offended. "I have no tricks." He put on his best innocent face, which made Kaitlyn laugh as they approached the bar.

Score one for Weasley, negative five for Smith, George thought before he could stop himself.

Hastily banishing those thoughts from his mind, George turned to the witch at the bar and said, "Can I have four shots of Firewhiskey, miss?"

As the witch nodded, turning away to fill the order, Kaitlyn grabbed his arm. "Firewhiskey? Are you bloody out of your mind? They're going to be smashed!" After a pause, she added on, "I'm going to be smashed!"

George chuckled, quickly paying the witch, handing two of the shots over to Kaitlyn. "You have sick days at the Ministry, don't you?" He winked again before he could stop himself and meandered back to the table before Kaitlyn could respond.

Kaitlyn gaped for a moment after the redhead before quickly trying to keep up with his long strides without spilling the alcohol all over the place. George Weasley was full of surprises it seemed - and not of the negative variety that Zach appeared to be so fond of. Another burst of anger flared in her stomach at the thought of her so-called boyfriend. She was beginning to see why Kyle hated him so much. Kaitlyn couldn't believe Zacharias.

She didn't have much time to fume though, because she soon found herself at the table, handing one of the Firewhiskey shots over to George, who had slid the two in his hands over to Oliver and Kyle.

"To our favourite Quidditch players who had the grace to visit us simpletons at home," George said cheekily, glancing over at Kaitlyn with a knowing smile.

She couldn't help but laugh, pushing any thoughts of Zacharias to the back of her mind once again. "Yeah, I don't know how much longer I'll be able to walk around with the two of you without getting stopped every few minutes!"

George raised his shot glass and Kaitlyn did the same, looking expectantly at Kyle and Oliver who were more than happy to take the toast.

"Cheers," Oliver said before downing the Firewhiskey, grimacing as the burning liquid slid down his throat.

George wrinkled his nose as the liquid went down his throat and risked a glance over at Kaitlyn, who had grabbed her mug of Mead and taken a few long sips from it to offset the burning sensation. He couldn't help but chuckle at that, thinking that it was, well, quite adorable.

George, he admonished himself. What are you doing? You aren't supposed to think about her like that. She has a boyfriend for goodness sake.

Yes, a bloody terrible boyfriend.

George heaved a sigh, trying to get the two voices in his head - the second one sounding suspiciously like Fred - to shut up. He was never really very good with women. That was always Fred's thing. Being the twin, George happened to reap the benefits easily.

"Let's do another," Kyle said, standing up and dragging Oliver along with him to get the next round of Firewhiskey.

Amused, Kaitlyn watched them leave before turning to George. "Do you see what you've started now?"

George shrugged. "They both need some liquid courage. Maybe something good will happen and Oliver can finally stop complaining about how he'll never find someone who can tolerate his love for Quidditch."

Kaitlyn burst out laughing, shaking her head. "I promise you, Kyle might even top his obsession."

"That's impossible," George retorted, nudging Kaitlyn with his shoulder as the two Quidditch players in question came back, setting down four additional shots of Firewhiskey.

The rest of the night was, well, a bit of a blur for all parties involved. At some point, George remembered grabbing Kaitlyn's arm and whispering in her ear that their plan was working. Sure enough, Oliver and Kyle were drunkenly talking, just a bit too close to be "just friends". Only a few minutes later - at least George thought it was just a few minutes, but he really couldn't be sure - Kyle announced that they were leaving. Kyle gave not-so-specific, drunken instructions to Kaitlyn about getting home before stumbling away after Oliver.

Kaitlyn giggled, turning back to George. "I guess I should find my way home as per big brother's orders." She blinked a few times as she said this because George's face was sliding in and out of focus.

Kaitlyn stood and promptly sat back down again. "Whoa."

George laughed, reaching out a hand to steady the younger girl. "Maybe finding your way home by yourself isn't such a good idea." He had to admit that he himself was feeling quite affected by the alcohol as well. But Kaitlyn was smaller than him and most likely had a much lower tolerance than he did, if her behavior was any indication.

"I guess Apparating back to Diagon Alley wouldn't be a good idea either." Kaitlyn giggled again.

She couldn't stop giggling. Every time she tried to stop herself, a new wave would erupt from the pit of her stomach. She had to admit that she quite liked it. It had been a long time since she'd had a bit of fun without worrying about what Zach would do. In fact, she was so intoxicated that, at that point, she had even forgotten that she had been ditched by her boyfriend earlier in the evening. However, she honestly couldn't find it in herself to care at the moment, because George was helping her up from her seat and his firm grip around her was more comforting than anything Zach had ever done for her.

George stopped to pick up the bag containing the supplies he'd come to Hogsmeade for in the first place, quickly shrinking them down so that they could fit in his pockets before turning back to the girl who was swaying slightly in his arms.

"Definitely not Apparating by yourself anyway," he agreed as he wrapped Kaitlyn's coat around her shoulders since the poor girl had seemingly forgotten she had brought one.

George carefully steered Kaitlyn through the crowd in the Three Broomsticks, forcing himself to sober up a little bit. He wasn't nearly as drunk as Kaitlyn was, but he was definitely not sober either. There was no way he was letting her Floo back to Diagon Alley. Who knew where she would come out if she didn't speak clearly enough? George did not fancy a beating from Kyle in the morning, nor did he feel comfortable allowing Kaitlyn to wander off on her own in the state she was in.

"Well," he muttered to himself, "I suppose this is the only way."

"Only way to what?" Kaitlyn asked curiously, a frown on her face as she tried to focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

George looked down at the girl who was very much leaning on him for support and couldn't help but smile fondly at her. "Just hold onto my arm okay? We're going back to Diagon Alley."

Kaitlyn obliged, wrapping both of her hands around George's and holding on tightly as George instinctively imagined his flat in his mind.

With a loud crack, the two of them found themselves back in George's living room. George stood up, looking around for Kaitlyn, but the younger girl had already made her way to the closest receptacle she could find. Apparition never sat well with her after a few drinks, but tonight, she'd had more than just a few and the second they had landed, Kaitlyn felt the overwhelming sensation of regurgitation making its way up her throat.

Unfortunately, the closest place for Kaitlyn to empty her stomach was the kitchen sink. In a most ungraceful manner, the brunette heaved up everything she had drank and eaten that night. George both saw and heard this and only flinched for a second before rushing over to where she was.

"There, there." George patted her back, reaching for his wand to Accio a clean glass over to them. "Just get it all out, you'll feel much better."

After a few minutes, it all stopped and Kaitlyn groaned - half because she still wasn't feeling very well, and half because she was incredibly embarrassed. Even in the state she was in, she knew it was not only the least ladylike thing she could've done, but also that she had managed to vomit into one of the worst places: George's sink

"Oh, Merlin," Kaitlyn moaned as George's strong arms guided her carefully into a bedroom. The next thing she knew, a soft pillow was under her head. "I'm so sorry," Kaitlyn mumbled as George carefully took her shoes off for her, setting them to the side and placing a glass of water on the nightstand. "I should really clean it," she protested, trying to sit up.

George gently, but firmly, pushed Kaitlyn back onto the bed. "No, no. Please don't worry about it. Honestly, Kaitlyn. Just have some water, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Kaitlyn pouted slightly and sighed. "I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I vomited all over your kitchen sink. And you're being so nice." She looked up at him with glassy, intoxicated eyes. "Why are you being so nice?"

George opened his mouth to respond, but Kaitlyn continued before he could say anything. "Zach would never do something like this for me. He'd say," Kaitlyn paused for a minute to mimic her boyfriend's voice, "'It's your fault for drinking so much anyway, Kait.'" She rolled her eyes. "And Merlin forbid I throw up anywhere, or on anything, that might be his."

If what Kaitlyn had been saying hadn't made George so angry, he would've laughed at the younger girl's attempt to mimic a man's voice. Instead, he soothingly pushed her hair back, sitting down on the edge of the bed the way he used to when Ginny was upset.

"Don't worry about Zach right now, okay?" George pulled the covers up to Kaitlyn's chin, making sure the corners were snuggly tucked around her body. "He's not even here right now to taunt you."

"Yes. He's... well, he's clearly doing something that's more important than I am, isn't he?" Kaitlyn muttered bitterly, her eyes fluttering shut anyway. "I wish he was as nice as you are."

George had to hold back any anger he was feeling for the sake of the girl lying in his bed. He could not believe what he was hearing. How could anyone treat someone as sweet as Kaitlyn the way Zacharias treated her? No girl, much less Kaitlyn, deserved that kind of treatment.

"Well." George tried for some humour to replace the rage he felt. "Not every girl can be so lucky."

Kaitlyn let out a giggle that turned into a yawn. "I suppose you're right." She paused for a moment and George had thought she'd fallen asleep, but she murmured out sleepily, "Thanks, George. You're the best." Then, she fell into a drunken slumber.

George watched her for a moment before brushing a stray strand of hair from her face and standing up, leaving the room quietly. It wasn't exactly how he'd imagined having a girl in his bed for the first time in almost a year, but George couldn't bring himself to care. He trudged back to the kitchen to clean up the mess, trying with all of his might to push thoughts of Zacharias from his mind. If he didn't, he was afraid he would try to find the bastard himself.

Look at the bright side, Georgie, Fred's voice rang out through his head for the second time that night. Weasley: at least ten; Smith: negative ten.

George rolled his eyes at himself - or was it Fred? - and took his wand out to begin cleaning. It was all he could do to keep his mind off of the night's events as well as where he was going to sleep.

After his kitchen was spotless, George finally had nothing else to distract him from the fact that the only bedroom left in the flat was Fred's old room. He looked towards the closed door, taking a step towards it before hesitating and turning around. He would sleep on the couch tonight.

George kicked his shoes off and flopped down onto the old, yet comfortable, couch, his exhaustion getting the best of him. That night, George Weasley dreamt of the brunette in his bedroom. It would be the best sleep he'd gotten in months.