RP: Can I buy you a drink?

[shh_george]

Date: 14 July 2005
Characters: George Weasley, Ginny Weasley
Location: Five Alarm
Status: Private
Summary: George and Ginny get together for drinks.
Completion: Complete

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[shh_ginny]

The entire morning and well into the afternoon had been spent at the Quidditch try outs looking after the players and candidates, dispensing potions and healing bruises and minor cuts. Thankfully no one had come close to dying or the paperwork alone would have buried her for a year and she'd have regretted accepting the request to be the on-call Healer for the day. Giving up her Saturday to do it wasn't a hardship but watching the others playing had really stirred up her melancholy, especially when the Seekers and Chasers were being tested. She itched to get her broom herself but she knew her time and come and gone

[shh_george]

"I've missed you more, gorgeous," George said, kissing her temple as they got back to the table before letting her go so they could sit. "That pint is for my date. Cute little redhead with a smartarsed mouth on her. Seen her around?" Grinning, he pushed the pint toward her. "Guinness, just for you. I was hoping you didn't have to work tonight so you could drink with your favorite brother."

Ginny seemed a bit off, maybe she'd been working already today. He worried about her. "You look tired. What have you been up to today?" Grabbing his own pint, he tilted it back, drinking deeply.

[shh_ginny]

"You'd better have, Forge," Ginny grinned from ear to ear, the long day of yelling and running around forgotten now as she settled into her chair across from him. Putting her feet up on the chair beside his, she laughed. "Redhead? With a smartarsed mouth? Hmm, nope, can't say I've seen anyone fitting that description today."

Chuckling, she curled her hands around the pint and shook her head. "I've always got time for you, even if you are a prat. Bless you, just what I needed after the day I had, a good Guinness."

Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she shrugged. "I'm beginning to think I'm just fated to be tired since I clearly cannot say no when someone asks me for help. I helped out at the Quidditch Try outs today over at the old stadium."

[shh_george]

Reaching over, he grabbed her ankles, tugging her feet into his lap and settling back in his chair, his hand still on her legs. "You've not been near a mirror then?" he asked, squeezing her calf. "Prat I may be, but I'm stunningly handsome and financially well off. Besides, I'm brilliant. And entirely modest," he said, nodding sagely before grinning and winking at her.

"Yeah? That's pretty cool. Tell me about the try outs. How'd they go? You try out, or just bandage the morons who managed to get themself hurt?"

[shh_ginny]

"How could I forget? S'why I mentioned the book," she chuckled mirthfully. "No, no, you have it backwards. Mum nags and meddles, little sister scares off potential golddiggers and threatens the rest with nasty hexes."

"S'long as you don't hog the blankets, I solemnly swear I will not put my cold feet on your legs." Ginny peered into her mug and took another drink from it, grinning. "I think Ron would love a little p... bundle of joy or two. Something to liven up his new apartment, you know, one of those housewarming things, right?" She shook her head, snickering lightly. "No, not Percy. He wouldn't appreciate the subtle generousity of your gift."

Ginny kept a soft smile on her lips and nodded. "You know that only makes me think of worse things, love. I've got six o' you and I'm not looking to have even one less - especially not you or Fred - so just get used to it."

[shh_george]

"Threaten away. Far as I'm concerned, you and mum are the only women I need in my life. But don't tell her I said that, she'll start asking questions that I don't bloody well want to answer. Or else she'll go all sappy on me, and I don't want that either."

"No worries, Gin. Fred's the one that hogs the blankets. And his feet are always cold, so I got used to that early on." He squeezed her foot again. "Bring it on. And I hope Ron wants them. I'll give them to a customer otherwise. Does the shelter take cats, or, cat-like demon creatures?" Grinning, he tipped back his pint. "Nah. He always had a shitty sense of humor."

"Hey. I'm not going anywhere, nothing to be worried about. I'll be around when you're old and gray. I'll even still be able to kick your arse at Quidditch then." He nodded at her drink. "Can you handled another, love?"

[shh_ginny]

"Ooo, you realize you just handed me a 'get out of trouble' free card, right?" Ginny rubbed her hands together.

"I couldn't remember which one of you was the blanket thief." She wiggled her foot, grinning. "I'm sure the shelter will take them if we can't find homes for the little fang demons. I picked up a footwarmer myself but he's not a baby and he knows how to stay on my good side, unlike the two spawns of Grindelwald you have." Ginny snickered. "He has a sense of humor?"

"We'll see about the Quidditch, we will." She knocked back what was left in her mug and nodded. "Just Guinness, not firewhiskey, babe, but one of us might want to remain apparatable. Is that even a word? Apparatable? Well, either way, if you want another pint, I'll be happy to pop us home."

[shh_george]

"I'm not too worried. You have worse shit on me that that," he said smiling at her.

He ordered two more pints and grinned at her. "You're staying with me tonight. And my place is closer. We'll walk if we can't apparate, it's not that far. I'll drag you along behind me. But honestly, I should be able to apparate, even after this one. You, on the other hand, are a lightweight, Miss Apparatable."

Chuckling, he thanked the barkeep and picked up his new pint. "So you got a cat. What's it's name, and can I use it to test potions on? The ones I have only get meaner when I try to test on them," he teased.

[shh_ginny]

"He's always doing that old feign on me. Saying stuff like 'are you sure that's all it could be?' or 'well, that's one way of looking at it'. You know, always making me think about it again, which I like since he doesn't do it in a way that makes me feel stupid. I can't even begin to tell you how many professors I've had that did that." She rambled on easily as they walked, their voices echoing softly in the empty streets under the dark blanket of night sky.

There was a twinge of moisture in the air and Ginny hugged against George's side comfortably, hoping it wouldn't start raining before they got to his flat. "Somehow I'm more surprised that your eyebrows grew back at all, the number of times you've blown them off. Yeah, I can see that it's needed but I'll be happy when you two can do what you really love."

Before long, they were crossing the bridge and Copper Towers loomed into view against the backdrop of the inky darkness.

[shh_george]

"The professors at Hogwarts were known to do that. Make you feel stupid. Well, not me, of course, as if." Reaching up he ran his fingers through her hair as they walked. "He sounds like a decent sort of bloke. Good thing. I'm seriously thrilled that you like it, sweets."

"I'm glad they grew back. I look like a right prat without them." Leaning against her, he groaned dramatically. "Damn glad we're almost there. You'd have to carry me if I was expected to walk much longer."

[shh_ginny]

"What do you mean, without them? You look like a right prat with them." She laughed, accepting the obligatory retalitory tickle as stoically as she could. Nudging him when he leaned against her, she sighed in exaggeration. "Carry you? Are you kidding? I'd levitate you if I had to but I could just nick your flat key if you keep it up."

"Merlin, I haven't been round here in ages. You like living in a flat, yeah? They seem so... I dunno, smallish. Do you hear your neighbors? That was the one thing I couldn't stand when I had my flat in London, noisy buggers keeping me up at night." She said, hugging him as they walked, looping her fingers through his belt hoop comfortably.

[shh_george]

"Oi!" George exclaimed, tickling her side. "No cause to be rude, Ginevra. And if you think you can nick my flat key from me, you go right ahead and try." He grinned wickedly at her.

"Yeah, I like it. You have to remember I've always lived with Fred. I've never had this much space on my own before. I'd go nuts being somewhere off by myself. Besides, the Burrow was always crowded. After that, and the dorms, well, I like the noise. And Fred's there a lot, or I'm at his. It works out good."