CHAPTER LV:
c'est donc ça l'amour?

( January 1996 )

CHRISTMAS AND THE NEW YEAR HAD QUICKLY PASSED LEADING TO THE LAST DAY OF HOLIDAY BREAK. Though the boys were in Grimmauld Place, not knowing how they'd spend their last day, Ginger, Hermione, and Ginny already had their plans made the day after Christmas had passed. A girls day out.

"Do you really have to leave us?" Fred whined from one of the sofas, his head hanging off of it upside down.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "She needs a breath of fresh air from spending two weeks with you two. As do I from spending my entire life with you," she scoffed crossing her arms as Ginger sat up from putting her shoes on.

      Ginger ruffled George's hair, "it'll only be a few hours."

      "A few," Fred dramatically said.

      Hermione shook her head concerned with their attachment. "My, you two are so attached," she mumbled loud enough for them all to hear her words.

      "Go hang out with Lee and Angie or something," Ginny waved them off as they began leaving.

Without wanting to hear the boys whining anymore, the girls closed the door behind them and started making their way to the Muggle shops.

"So, Ginger," Ginny began. The girl's attention went to the youngest Weasley. "D'you fancy anyone?"

      Ginger and Hermione laughed at the girl's bluntness. "I'm not sure."

Hermione furrowed her brows, "what do you mean?"

"Well, I haven't fancied someone in years, so I'm not too familiar with how it feels," Ginger admitted.

"What about George?" Hermione and Ginny shared a knowing look as Ginger's eyes unknowingly lit up at his name.

She chuckled, "what about George?"

"Well, do you fancy him?" she prodded while Ginger puffed her cheeks at the question. She hadn't put too much thought into having romantic feelings for George. Yes, she did feel a spark or two when she was with him, but it's been a normal thing since the Yule Ball. So she shrugged.

The younger girls shared a look giggling at her response. "So you do?" Hermione asked, interests piqued.

"I'm not sure!" Ginger laughed as they entered a large clothing store.

      "Well then, how do you feel when you're around him?" Ginny flitted her fingers over clothes that had been hanging.

      Ginger thought for a moment. How did she feel around him? George was like a breath of fresh air to her. But more so like the Sun. Always beaming down at her, ready to make her day feel full of life and contentment. She was happy when she was with him. Blissful. When Ginger was alone with George, sometimes even around others, she felt a tingly feeling running over her body like being lightly shocked into a jubilant state of mind. She wanted to count every freckle that sewed itself into looking like constellations if it was possible.

      And so she told them just that, leaving out the part about the freckles and being like the sun. The younger girls shared a look of awe and amusement as they listened to Ginger go on about the tall redhead.

      Finally bringing her attention to the grinning girls, Ginger realized what she had been saying and came to a slow of her words, "that wouldn't be considered fancying him, now would it?"

      Both girls absolutely would consider what she felt to be her fancying George, but they decided to keep that to themselves. "Only you can say that for yourself."

      "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU RAN INTO A PULL DOOR THINKING IT WAS A PUSH!" Ginny laughed as the girls walked into the building. It was about four or five hours after they had left for their little excursion and they were finally coming back as the Sun had gone down. Ginger and Hermione laughed along with Ginny, bags in their hands of the things they had purchased.

      "I can't believe it either," Ginger said as they relished in the embarrassing moment she had in front of the younger girls and seven strangers.

      "Is your head okay though? You seemed to hit it pretty hard," Hermione said through her giggles while they took themselves up the creaky stairs.

      Ginger nodded, "my embarrassment has affected me far worse than my possible concussion. I mean, did you see all the people who stared?!" She set her bags down beside her trunk so she could pack them in with her things.

      "Understandable." Ginny nodded doing the same. "Not to mention when you fell onto the ground right after," she laughed again remembering how pink Ginger had turned.

      "Oh, don't remind me!" She threw herself back on her springy bed.

"HOPE THERES HOT WATER LEFT," Fred commented as Ginger exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped in her hair.

She rolled her eyes with a smile as he entered right after she had left.

Stepping her sock covered feet down one of the many flights of stairs in the house, Ginger found herself curious with the lack of sound coming from Fred and George's room. Fred was off to wash up and George was nowhere in sight.

      Ginger knocked her knuckles in a pattern against the wooden door. No answer. She did it once more, a little louder this time. No answer. So she took it upon herself to creak the door open only expecting the room to be empty, but she was instead bombarded by the sudden sound of loud music reaching her ears and George dancing along to it.

      George saw her at the door and quickly pulled her into the room shutting the door behind her.

      "Since when do you have a VCR player?" Ginger shouted over the music as she shuffled over to the contraption spewing music.

      "Sirius gifted it to us!" He raised the volume slightly as a new song began playing. His eyes lit up at the sound, "come dance with me!" He shouted over the beginning of the song, bringing her into the middle of the room by her hands.

      And so, she discarded the towel on her head to lay on a close chair and danced with him, just as they had done during the ball. I Was Made For Lovin' You by KISS rang through their teenage years as they felt the beat of the drums thump within their chests. Ginger practically shouted the words while she put her hand into a fist as if she were holding a microphone. George jumped and messed around as if he had a guitar in his hands, playing with every strum that he heard.

      They continued to do that until the song slowed to a stop, their breath heaved as it entered and exited their lungs while the next song began to play. The Winner Takes All by ABBA slowed their breathing significantly and gave them a chance to calm down. down before the song sped up, but no matter how out of breath they had been, they still continued to sing their hearts out.

They clapped their hands along with the beats of the song while Ginger took a moment to admire George as they dramatically circled each other. How his freckles moved up and down as he sang the words, the creases that formed in the corners of his eyes as he smiled singing, the glint in his eye as he kept his eyes on the only girl he had been head over heels for over the past year.

      Her attention on the boy in front of her had deprived her of her footed stability as her foot slipped right beneath her. Ginger braced herself for the influence of the cold floor but found herself safe and in the arms of George. His eyes stared widely at her after he quickly caught her and she stared right back at him.

"Well, this is familiar." She grinned up at him with pinkish cheeks while he felt his heated up.

"I suppose it is," he said, an amused grin shining back down at her. His smile became the one thing she found herself being immersed in, how his freckles moved up with it, the pearly teeth beneath his lips, the smile lines that formed with it. Ginger came to adore it over her time of knowing George, whether she knew it or not, but now she did. Her heartbeat quickened, that tingly feeling she spoke about had become predominant within her skin, and she felt the greatest bliss in his arms.

Finding herself staring, Ginger stood steady on her feet, "well, I..." she retrieved her towel, "I think this may be my cue to go on to bed. We've got a long train ride ahead of us tomorrow." He nodded allowing her to leave after sharing a goodbye.

Her feet pushed into the wooden floors, followed by creaks with every step as she finally reached her room.

She closed the door behind her and pressed her back into it with a dazed look in her eyes while she held her damp towel close.

"C'est donc ça l'amour?"

NOTE. AND THATS THE END OF PART 4‼️
begging fr that no one that reads my books translated the title before reading this 🙏🏽
BUT SHES FINALLY ON THE SAME PAGE AS HIM‼️
ive been wanting so long to have a "so this is love?" chapter AND NOW I FINALLY HAVE IT. if you didn't read the translation comment then thats what she said at the end means

QOTC. if you had to choose another song for the last bit instead of winner takes all, what would it be?