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Post by George Weasley on Sept 9, 2008 23:02:23 GMT -5
George was taken completely off guard when he saw Angelina fall forward. Then all the sudden her lips were on his and it took him a moment to process it. At first he thought she’d pull away but she ended up just lifting herself slightly. Her hands landed on his chest and she felt her beginning to kiss him. George had to make sure he was feeling, and seeing, things right before he began to kiss her back.
He wrapped his arm around her back and ended up tangling it in her hair. It didn’t take him long to decide to kiss her back and he did so quickly. He had had no idea before that he had liked Angelina. Kissing her now however he realized he had formed a small crush on her. Probably from all the time they spent together because of Quidditch. He didn’t even care that he was kissing her in the middle of the common room.
The students were all staring, he was sure of that, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They were all concentrated on Angelina and kissing her.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 9, 2008 23:08:50 GMT -5
After what felt like hours, but was more like five or so minutes, Angelina pulled back, and sat up some, just enough so she couldn't feel his breath on her face. "Um, I...." was all she managed to say before she felt her face burn red, hearing the students around them whisper and laugh at them. This really wasn't her day, she thought, keeping her gaze on George.
Oh how she wanted to just get up and run off. Heck, she would if she didn't think she was complete coward for doing just that. She sighed lightly, taking a deep breath as she calmed herself. She really needed to get her mind stopped so it wouldn't be racing around with all kinds of thoughts. Normal thoughts, and some that she wouldn't want to say so openly around others.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 9, 2008 23:19:23 GMT -5
George wasn’t sure how long he was kissing Angelina for. The only thing he knew was that he enjoyed every second of it. When she pulled away he let her do so freely, though a bit grudgingly also. He supposed she got embarrassed much easier than him. Around him he could hear the students giggling and pointing at him but it didn’t bother him once bit.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer,” he told them, and they all turned their heads away and began talking to each other like nothing had happened. George then turned back to Angelina and smiled. “That was nice,” he said honestly. She probably would blush at that but he wasn’t going to lie. Though if she didn’t feel the same he wouldn’t hold it against her.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 9, 2008 23:29:58 GMT -5
Angelina smiled down at him, feeling her cheeks burn red. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was getting today. Soon, her face would be entirely red at this rate! When he said that their kiss was nice, Angelina blushed even more, clearing her throat before she spoke.
"Yes, it was." she replied, looking down at him. She couldn't understand why she was falling so hard for him all of a sudden. It was almost like some kind of spell was put on her or something. She could have easily fallen for his brother, and yet, she didn't. She was falling for him. She just wasn't sure why. Why was the big question in her mind as she spoke once more to him. "We should probably get up. I mean, the floor isn't exactly clean here." she said with a soft laugh, looking at the floor, then back at him.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 9, 2008 23:37:44 GMT -5
George smiled wide when she agreed that kissing him had been nice. He was glad she felt the same. “You’re probably right,” George said, and began to sit up and helped Angelina to her feet as well. “Are you still up for Quidditch or no?” George didn’t really care what they did now, as long as they did something together.
Quidditch still sounded fun to him though so if she wanted to do that he was still up for it. A lot of the students seemed to have gone, probably off to find something, besides him and Angelina, to keep them entertained. He then turned back to Angelina and waited for her to answer.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 9, 2008 23:45:43 GMT -5
Angelina over at him at his offer about Quidditch. She nodded her head, smiling at him. "Yeah, I'm still up for it. Let's go!" she said, slipping her hand into his without truly noticing. She led him out of the common room, and walked alongside of him through the various corridors.
Once they were outside Angelina kept her hold on his hand, but also rested her head lightly against his arm. She was comfortable in his presence, and like before, she was going to make the best of it.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 9, 2008 23:59:27 GMT -5
George noticed Angelina slip her hand in his and he squeezed it sightly to show he didn't mind. They then left the common room and decsended the various staircases to the ground floor. When they walked outside George felt Angelina rest her head against his arm. He laid his head on top of hers briefly and smiled before leading them towards the pitch.
When they got to the pitch they walked inside the locker room and George grabbed his broom. He looked around the for the quaffle and found it in a small chest. George took it and held it in his arm. He then began to walk back out of the locker and onto the field. Where he waited for Angelina to get her broom and meet him out there.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 10, 2008 0:05:37 GMT -5
Angelina grabbed her broom, and switched from the clothes she had been wearing to a pair of sweat pants, and a no-sleeve tight shirt. Those were her main training clothes, and they were far better to play in, than the long jeans, and pretty top she had been wearing earlier.
Stepping out to the field, Angelina put her broom down briefly so she could put her hair into a ponytail, then picked up her broom once more. "So, I think we should make this more interesting" she said with a laugh. "How about, whomever loses, has to give the winner a full body massage, and a hickey. The hickey has to be somewhere that everyone will see, so it can't be somewhere that's covered by hair." she continued, making sure what she was saying was quite clear.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 10, 2008 0:19:15 GMT -5
George was just mounting his broom when Angelina came out of the locker room. He listened to her terms of the game and his mouth turned up in a smirk. "Those sound like torturous terms," George said jokingly. "How horrible it will be for the loser." His smirk then turned into a grin and he kicked off the ground so he was hovering only slightly.
"I agree," he said, and continued to hover with his bludger in once hand. Then he hit the ground with his feet and flew off higher in the sky. He looked down waiting for Angelina to join him. Then they could decide who was going to start off the game.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 10, 2008 8:33:27 GMT -5
Angelina smiled as he took off from the ground. She mounted her own broom, and flew up after him, feeling the cool morning air brush across her face as she went, not only waking her up, but getting her mind more set on the game, which was something she needed.
Reaching George, Angelina smirked quite wide at him, raising an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so who starts?" she asked, the quaffle tucked underneath her arm, ready to throw into the air once they decided who was going to start.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 10, 2008 23:41:36 GMT -5
George stayed hovering in the air until Angie caught up with him. She held the quaffle in her hand and when she asked who would start George shrugged. "Why don't you start?" he suggested, it didn't really matter to him who started. There was really no proof that starting a game helped you win or vica versa.
"But it's up to you," he said, shrugging. Then grasped tighter to his broom when he felt a small breeze pick up. That would definitely make a game much more interesting. Plus a lot harder to get the quaffle through the goal. Then again it could stop as quickly as it had started.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 10, 2008 23:52:39 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll start." she said keeping her hands on the quaffle, tucking it against the side of her body. She speed off towards the hoops at the far end of the field, in a way marking those as the ones she was going to use as her goal posts. The hard wind ripped against her face, burning inside of her nose, and against her cheeks.
Heart pumping, Angelina threw the quaffle with all her might, watching as the red ball soared towards the middle goal post. Now all she had to hope for was the fact that George would be slow, and not get over there before it went in.
ooc: bleh post
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 11, 2008 0:06:13 GMT -5
Angie took off so fast George barely caught on to the fact she had moved. Already she was at the goals and getting ready to chuck the ball. George sped off towards the goal, and the ball, trying to fight against the wind. It pulled at his clothes making him go off balance a few times. Finally he reached the goal but it was too late.
The wind had slowed him, plus his slow reflexes, and Angie had gotten in the goal. George rushed to the back of the goal and caught it before it got any lower. He then came back up to height with Angie. "Lucky shot," he said, smirking. Then began heading for the other goal. He was sure Angie knew what he was doing but he kept going.
Once he grew closer to the goal he compensated for the wind and chucked the ball. It was heading straight for the goal, the only thing that could stop it was Angie.
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Post by Angelina Johnson on Sept 11, 2008 0:11:59 GMT -5
Angelina watched as he flew off, and turned quickly, flying close to the ground where the wind was less heavy. When she neared him however, she shot up, and hit the quaffle away from the goal posts, heading towards the side seats instead. "Nice try!" she shouted, taking off after the quaffle.
Her fingers just barely grasped it before she had it tucked under her arm, and was taking off for the goal posts once more. She raised her arm and threw the ball as hard as she could, aiming for the far left hoop. All she needed now was for it to fly in, giving her yet another goal.
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Post by George Weasley on Sept 11, 2008 0:20:37 GMT -5
George managed to hit the ball away from the goal and grinned before taking the ball again. Him and Angie played until the sun grew high in the sky heating everything up. He pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and even the wind didn't seem to be helping. If anything it was warm and making it even hotter. Him and Angie were both tied in scores and they agreed whoever got this last one was the winner.
Angie had the ball again and she was soaring after the goal. George was right behind her, right on her tail. Angie seemed to realize that as got closer to the goal than previously. She was pretty much sitting in the goal when she threw the ball and George had no change of stopping it. It slid right through and the game was won. George stayed where he was and waited for Angie to come over to him.
He was sure she'd flaunt her win, but he didn't mind, he probably would have done the same if the roles were reveresed.
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