Did someone ask for a girlfriend?
Charlotte’s POV
I’m nibbling at my lower lip as I wait next to the painting of the fruit bowl for Lizzie. I hope this was a good plan, or else I’m gonna hope that the ground will open and swallow me whole. I think to myself, getting more and more nervous as the time passes. At least I made her to do this with me… where is she anyway? She should be here any minute. I step from one foot to the other. Then I hear someone running and then there she is. “S-sorry, I almost overslept,” Lizzie apologized while wheezing. She had her standard school skirt, and shirt with a tie, but instead of a Slytherin robe she had on a red jersey with the number five, Fred’s Quidditch jersey. I was in the same predicament just with the number six on mine. “I don’t think I can do this,” I whisper to her. “Oh, you can, and you will,” she smiles and then corrects herself, “we will manage. Are you ready?” I take a deep breath, “Okay, I…I’m ready,” I nod with nervousness. “Hopefully we will pull it off good enough for it to be believable,” she starts to play with a ring on her thumb. I take her hand and nod slowly.
On our way to the Great Hall, many heads turned to us. We were chatting together to calm our nerves, but I still could sense the gazes that looked at us. Curious and confused. How did Hufflepuff and Slytherin come to those jerseys? I could almost hear the questions. But I held my head high and laughed at Lizzie's silly comments. After a few moments, we were standing before the doors to the Great Hall. Here we go, if I do this at least I could enjoy it with Lizzie by my side. Even if it’s not real. I look at her, she smiles at me, and together we open the doors. We spot the twins already sitting at the Gryffindor table talking with their friends and Quidditch team. Once again, we share a look, and she winks at me cheekily and then starts jogging to them. “Freddie!” she addresses the boy before she gets to him, hugging him from behind. “There you are! I thought you’d wait for me!” She whimpers while ruffling his hair softly. I followed her lead and got to the younger twin. “Georgie,” I softly say his name, also hugging him from behind. “I missed you,” I say affectionately while resting my head on his right shoulder. “Beth,” Fred whispers her name like a prayer and then moves his body to get a look at her. At the sight of her in his jersey, he is at a loss for words. “Lottie,” George calls my name and when I look at him, he smiles and makes room for me next to him. “Come, sit, darling” I blush slightly at his endearment, and I sit down. His hand sneaks around my middle, and with the other, he starts putting breakfast together for me. “Thank you, but I could do that myself,” I smile bashfully. “I know, I just felt like it, Sunshine” he smiles softly teasingly at me. While I got pampered by George, his twin got out of his confusion and smiled at Lizzie. “You look hot in my things, maybe you should wear them more often,” he winks with a smile like a fox, and within a second, he has Lizzie on his lap. “Of course, only if you’d want that, Princess” he kisses her cheek and she gets as red as a tomato, but that doesn’t stop her from teasing him back. “Then you’d have nothing to wear, handsome, and even though I would enjoy the sight, I would not want others to see that,” she puts her hand around his neck while stroking it and the back of his head and with her other hand on his cheek, pulling him closer to her, so she could nibble at his ear softly. He grabs her waist tighter and the other which was resting on her knee is now moving slowly under the hem of the skirt. Lizzie stops her teasing and grabs his hand on her tight. “Don’t tease me unless you can take it,” Fred whispers, but as I was sitting next to him and her, I could hear. “But you like it,” she whispers back at him. Now the two blushing messes shut up for a moment as I enjoy my own time with Georgie. “And they are always like that, even before,” his hot breath touches my ear, and I can’t help but shiver at that. “Maybe you should mind your own business then,” I say teasingly and to shut him up I bring one of the sweet cakes to his mouth. He raises an eyebrow at my ministrations but gladly indulges as he opens his mouth so I can feed him. Should it be this erotic, or am I just the weird one? I panic a little inside my head, but the laughter around us, which erupts, gets me out of my mind.
“So, the two jesters finally managed to get themselves girlfriends?” Jordan Lee asks laughing. “Stop this PDA! It’s not proper! And at the table with food!” Percy screeches. While young Harry nudges Ron, who is eating as messy as always. “Who are those girls?” Run mumbles something with a full mouth while Hermione answers as always. “Charlotte Mikaela Jackson, half-blood, Hufflepuff fifth year, playing as a Beater in Quidditch,” she catches her breath while taking a toast, “the other is also a fifth year, Elizabeth Naamah, pure blood from old lineage from the thirteenth century, it’s said that they helped London to become one of the largest cities of their time,” she finishes and happily continues in her breakfast. “Whoa,” Harry exclaims, while the chatter around the table gets more and more into the two new pairs.
“I know you have an interesting new topic for discussion but that can wait! We have a match to win!” Wood calls out for his team. “I’m sorry, Sunshine, but I must go. Have to win for you,” Georgie winks at me as he pulls me closer for a hug. “Hopefully, you’ll be there to watch,” with that he raises and kisses my forehead. Elizabeth gets her own goodbye. “If I win, we go on a date, Princess,” he kissed her cheek. “Pfff, I doubt it. You will be looking at the stands all the time since I will be there,” she stuck out her tongue still smiling. Fred then ushers her to stand up from his lap. “Don’t worry, will have to be flashier since you will be watching me,” with that he smacks her ass a little and with a laugh at her profanities he and his team joined their team on their way to the pitch.
The match between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw was quite close. For a long time, they were tied. Me and Lizzie were for once on the Gryffindor stands, still wearing the two beater’s jerseys. We may or may not be screaming as true fans of our boys. When George would be close and had the time, he waved our way. Fred… as he said, he was flashier and more pretentious than usual. Blowing kisses and pulling some tricks were also sent our way.
When the time came and Gryffindor finally won, we screamed so much we might not be able to talk a few days after this. Absolutely worth it. The teams flew into their lockers, we walked there and waited to congratulate our twins on the win.
They emerge together, grinning at us as always. “So… what do we get for our performance?” Fred asks with a smile even Cheshire cat could envy him. “We were here, cheering on you while having your jerseys on, what more would you like?” Lizzie says sassily while crossing her arms. “Wait, Honey,” I purred cheekily at her, catching her attention, “you have a date, doncha?” Her brows furrow at my comment, “I don’t believe I do…” She trails off even more puzzled, but George has my back. “I heard that if we win, Fred has a date,” he supplies swiftly. “I didn’t agree with it!” Lizzie defends herself but to no avail because Fred pipes up quietly. “You… if you don’t want to, I get it, really-“ “I didn’t say I do not want to,” Lizzie interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “It’s just…” Once again, I see my friend at a loss for words. She sighs, her hands tightly grabbing the family ring she had on her thumb before she gets the courage to get the words out of her. “I’d like to go on a date with you Freddie, it’s just… happening so fast,” she whispers the last part as she ruffles his still-wet hair from the shower. He grins at her almost as softly as he can and grabs her hand from his hair so he can kiss the back of her hand. “I could slow down, if you’ll let me take you out, so why don’t we start today?” This is the last part me and George could hear before he whisked her away, intertwining his fingers with hers. His other hand snatches the sports bag from the ground with his Quidditch wear.
“Well, that was rather quick, even though he said he would slow down,” I commented as I watched them walk away. Georgie smiles at me, “Like he could after pining after her for that many years?” He laughs quietly. “Wanna go for a stroll?” He extends his hand to me, all in a gentlemanly manner. I chuckle but I take his free hand. “You should wear a hat, you know? You could get a cold,” I say as a matter of fact to hide a little my concern about him, but sadly, he already knows. “I will, if you put it on me, Sunshine,” he grins at me teasingly, but I take a deep breath and tell him, “Then give me your hat, Mr. Weasley,” and I let go of his hand. He stops right next to me, rummages through his back, and then places it in my awaiting hands. I smile as I see the Gryffindor logo, and then I look up at him, noticing how tall he is. “Bend,” I say without thinking and he smirks. “Shall I get on my knees before you, my Lottie?” I blush at his comment, and I grab his shoulders so he would finally bend, and I could place the hat on his head. After I tucked the falling strands of his still-wet hair, I noticed how close to his face I was, but the weirdest thing about it all was the fact that he was watching me with a small smile the whole time. I get my hands off him and mutter an apology. “Don’t be sorry, you did nothing wrong, I should be thanking you actually,” he says softly so as not to startle me. Like I was a small animal he didn’t want to scare. I send one shy smile his way and when he offers me his arm again, I accept. “I was… thinking…” George starts slowly and that gets me curious. “About?” I ask as to speed up his inner processing. “Well, I guess you heard that after a Quidditch win, we Gryffindors tend to throw a celebration party, and…” he stops again to find the right words. I tilt a head to the side while watching him struggle, but this time I keep my mind shut, waiting. And hoping. “I was wondering if you’d like to go…” he says and then in a hushed voice he adds, “with me?” This time I stop in my tracks and look at him bashfully. “Are you sure that you want me to come there with you?” “Never been surer in anything else,” he smiled and softly tucked one of my loose strands of hair behind my ear, lingering there for a few moments longer than it would seem normal. “Then I would like to go,” my response is a mere whisper, but at my positive answer, he starts grinning like a maniac. “Is there some dress code or something?” I ask self-consciously. He smiles and shakes his head. “None that I know about.” I nod and after that we spend some more time walking around the castle grounds enjoying each other presence till it starts to get colder. “Shall we head inside? Even as much as I like being here with you, I wouldn’t like you to catch a cold,” George says, and I agree. “And can I escort you to your house common room?” Is his other question. “No, it’s fine,” I say with a small blush forming on my cheeks, “Your common room is up there, and I know how much energy the match drained you from, so please, don’t strain yourself on my behalf. We will see each other tonight, isn’t that, right?” I explain, caring for him. He chuckles but nods. “I will be waiting at 7 before the portrait of the fat lady,” he softly squeezes my hand in his hold as I say yes, then he proceeds to kiss my hand in all that gentleman-ey manner, and my cheeks are as red as his house’s colour. “See you,” I gasp softly. “I look forward to it, Lottie,” with that we depart and go our ways to our house's common rooms. Can I stop blushing whenever I’m with him? Pretty please?