Cheating

George rummaged through his trunk, searching for a clean set of robes. His head was pounding, all thanks to the few too many shots of stolen firewhiskey he had taken the night before. Damn Fred and his birthday plans. Now he was five minutes away from being late for Double Potions, and had nothing to wear besides his bright purple boxers.

"Aha!" George pulled out the robes from beneath the mess of broken quills and unopened textbooks. He began pulling them over his head as he stood up, quickly stubbing his toe on the corner of his trunk.

"Bloody Hell!" George began to hop around, cursing.

There was a laugh outside the door. "Fred? You in there?"

George froze at the sound of Angelina's voice.

"Fred? Is that you?" She called again.

George quickly finished putting his robes on, the toe now totally forgotten. He knew he had to give her an answer. He knew what that answer should be. And yet...

"Yup! Come on in."

George couldn't believe what he was saying. Must be the leftover firewhiskey in his system.

Angelina walked into the room as George hurriedly began checking his reflection in the mirror. She came up behind him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Happy Birthday," she said softly. Her lips lightly grazed his cheek.

George felt his face turning red. He couldn't believe this was happening right now. This was Angelina. The girl he thought about every day, dreamed about night after night. The girl he had loved since practically the day they met. The girl who was dating his twin brother. The girl who was now running her fingers through his hair, her eyes meeting his, her-

"Are you okay?" Angelina asked him, pulling back.

"W-Wha?" George stammered, snapping out of his trance.

Angelina laughed. "Isn't getting drunk the night before your birthday a little premature?"

"W-N-No. I- I'm not hungover, I-" George was having trouble forming words. Angelina's gentle caressing of his arm was proving to be more than just a slight distraction.

Suddenly, she stopped touching him and gave him a weird look he couldn't quite read. And then...

Bloody Hell. Angelina Johnson was kissing him. On the lips. Angelina Johnson was kissing him and she was starting to loosen his tie. George felt like he was having an out of body experience. It was his seventeeth birthday, and Angelina Johnson was undressing him. Oh god. Their tongues were touching. He was snogging Angelina Johnson.

They began moving backwards, still kissing, towards the bed. Fred's bed, George realized. Because he was SNOGGING FRED'S GIRLFRIEND. Oh, god. He was snogging Fred's girlfriend.

"Uhdntuhaftabe-" George forced out mid-kiss.

Angelina began laughing. Their mouths parted. "Um, what?" she asked.

"Uh d-don't you have to be in Potions?" George asked again, trying to ignore the fact that Angelina's arms were still wrapped around him.

"I have a meeting with McGonagall... I told Snape I'd be late. Don't you have to be in Potions?" she asked with a laugh.

George began to try to pull away. "Y-Yeah, I'm already late. And you-you should get to your meeting-"

"It isn't for another fifteen minutes," she said, a mischievous look in her eyes. She leaned in, her lips getting incredibly close to his. George's heart was pounding. Fifteen minutes? Alone? With Angelina, the girl of his dreams? No one would have to know...

"No!" He pulled back.

Angelina jumped. "W-What?" Now she was the one stammering.

George began walking away, heading towards the door. "I can't," he said. "I... I have to go to Potions."

"O-Oh. Potions. Right." Angelina seemed at a loss for words.

They simply looked at each other for a moment.

"Well...." Angelina locked eyes and gave him a small smile. "Happy Birthday."

George returned the smile and rushed from the room, quickly shutting the door behind him. He leaned against it, struggling to catch his breath.

Well. Happy Birthday, indeed.