I Got A Heart On For You-A George Weasley love story part 8

Chapter 1


I pulled my selection of clothing from my drawers, and added some accessories. The result was http://www.polyvore.com/for_fanfic/set?id=52699166 . I washed my face and hands to get rid of the blood. After I was cleaned and ready, and went back down to the common room to meet Oliver. The cheers and music in the common room hit me like fireworks exploding. I gasped and looked around. Gryffindor banners were hung everywhere. Everyone from Gryffindor must have been packed into this one room. Oliver came and embraced me in a huge hug. "How did this party get here?" I asked laughing. "We wanted to wait until you got back from the hospital wing. We all planned it while we were at the hospital wing." Oliver looked into my eyes and smiled. "But Harry caught the Snitch, and Angelina scared more goals then I did-" I continued babbling on about what other people did better then me, until Oliver put his finger to my lips. At this point everyone was watching us. "Maybe they did do that. But did they get hit in the face with a Bludger, and still play the rest of the game? And score right after they got hit? I don't think so," Oliver said. He kissed me on the forehead, ("Awww!!") and led me over to the snack and refreshment table. "Butterbeer?" he asked. "Don't mind if I do." I took the drink off the table and took a sip. I had white line across my upper lip from the whipped cream on the top of the drink. Oliver and I both laughed. I wiped the foam from my lips with my hand, then rubbed the foam off onto the table cloth. "Shh!" I said. We laughed again. As we were walking through the crowd, having conversations with some people here and there, I saw George and Katie sitting on the rug in front of the fire. They were holding hands and seemed to be talking about the match. Katie didn't seem happy at all. Serves her right.
We partied until midnight. This was a big victory for us. They put on the occasional slow song and me and Oliver would dance together. I kept thinking of how George and I slow danced at the Christmas party. I felt tears flood to my eyes. Oliver noticed something was wrong. "Are you all right?" he asked. "I'm fine." I wiped my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder. He kissed me on the top of my head. The rest of the night was a blur. Perhaps I had a couple too many Butterbeers. All I remember is McGonagall coming in at around 3:00 A.M in her nightcap saying we had classes in the morning and we needed to get to bed. Oliver kissed me goodnight, and I continued on my way up the the girls dormitories.


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