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"Don't tell my boyfriend."
The blaring music and headache-inducing lights were enough to convince George of what he already knew. He hated parties. Well, hate is a strong word. Strongly dislike was more fitting.
"Aye! GEORGE!" The boy heard Fred call. He scoffed playfully, turning his attention to his absolutely pissed twin. Fred's tie was hanging around his forehead, gripping for dear life as the sweaty boy jumped up and down. Fred was holding a plastic cup near his face to avoid spilling it, and George wondered how long it would take for him to notice that it was empty. The younger twin scrunched his nose in disgust at Fred's sloppy attempts to pull him onto the dance floor, making the other twin roll his eyes.
"Waht's got you so dwon in the dupms?" Fred yelled over the music. George just glanced at you, dancing wildly with your friends. You probably didn't even notice how upset you were making George. Sober, you would have noticed by now, but drunk Y/n? Not a chance.
George hated when you got drunk for several reasons.
Firstly, you were very lightweight. You didn't quite grasp onto the concept of why drinking a lot in one night was bad, making you naive to possible dangers, hence why George had made the mature decision to stay sober for this party. So that he could watch over you. It wasn't that he didn't trust you. He just didn't trust ANYONE else.
Secondly, you act completely differently when drunk. Sort of like Hermione, you weren't necessarily quiet; you just chose not to waste your time conversing with people you didn't want to. And also, like Hermione, you seemed to transform into some sort of alternate you whenever alcohol made its way into your system. You tend to accept drinks from strangers and thank them by dancing together. Of course, you only saw this as harmless fun, but just one move, and you could be taken advantage of.
Just the thought of it was enough to make George swell with immeasurable amounts of rage.
When you were drunk, you just cared about having fun with as many people as possible, and not really about your safety.
The boy walked back to the drinks table and grabbed some water.
It's going to be a long night.
Suddenly, a clammy hand wrapped around Georges, spinning him around.
"Would you mind getting me whateerver your ahvin?!" You yelled into his ear, making George gag distastefully at the strong smell of firewhiskey emanating from your mouth. George wrapped his hand around your jaw, tilting your head up so that he could feed you the water without spilling it everywhere. (It's too hot i-) You pulled your head away when you were done, letting it dribble down your face, before pulling harshly on his hand.
"COME'ON! I LOVE THIS SONG!" You squealed, pulling his to the center of the crowd. The boy tried to contain his giggles at your horribly uncoordinated dancing, your arms waving violently in the air, hitting a girl in the face.
Merlin, what do I do with you?
And what would I do without you?
"WHY AREN'T YOU DANCING?!". George shrugged. You were clearly unsatisfied with his response, as you tugged him in by the collar and pulled him so close so that your bodies were almost velcroed together. Over your shoulder, George spotted a boy around your age, taking a swig of whatever was in his cup and approaching you. Without hesitating, George wrapped his arms around your waist protectively, almost like a shield. He glared at him when the boy raised his eyebrow.
Oh, now it's a challenge.
Your boyfriend dipped his head into your neck, kissing it softly, not taking his intimidating glare off of the boy. The boy finally got the message and backed off with a scoff.
"Yeah, leave fucker." George couldn't help but mutter. You pulled your head up at George, glaring up at him in a disgusted manner, making him back off slightly, fearing he did something wrong.
"You're lucky my boyfriend didn't see you! He would have fucked you up by now, y'know! Like really fucked you up!" You cursed, standing on your tiptoes, trying to look intimidating. George sighed at that.
You were really drunk.
"Oh really." He smirked, glad that even when you were utterly pissed, you still refused to be unfaithful. The thought of you saying these things to every other boy you had previously danced with made him all giddy inside.
"YEAH, REALLY! I love him y'know! And he's much more attractive than you. And I think He loves me too. He gave me this!" You said, shoving your hand at his face, showing off the shiny promise ring he had given you on your first anniversary.
How do you manage to be so perfect all the damn time, Y/n?
George pulled you gently from the dance floor and led you to the empty halls. There was no way you were sleeping alone in your dorm after the previous events.
You wouldn't stop pulling harshly, trying to escape his grasp. He finally stopped and grabbed your face in his hands.
"Love, I know it may be hard to realize, but I AM your boyfriend." He said, waving his hand cutely as if just meeting you for the first time. You squinted your eyes as if trying to see if it was really him. ( Oml lord Y/n- )
"OOH! Hello Love! How are you?" You asked, your face lighting up with a lovesick smile. George shook his head at you. You gasped suddenly, remembering something. "Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered, leaning in close. You didn't wait for a response before responding.
"A boy was flirting with me! He even had the audacity to kiss my neck! Can you believe that?" You finished, utterly flabbergasted at just reciting the event. The boy pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
"Don't tell my boyfriend, though. I don't want him to get mad." You said, your expression saddening slightly.
"Who do you think I am?!" He asked, wholly bamboozled at the situation.
Did you get roofied?
You shrugged.
"I dunno, wouldn't you know that? I mean, you are you..... and I am me.." You drifted off, getting lost in your own thoughts.
