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The Black Lake
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
- Scottish Highlands
( September, 1994. )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑, the soft rustle of clothes as the three girls hurried to finish getting ready. Elvira stood in front of the mirror, brushing thick layers of dark eyeliner across her eyes, the sharp strokes cutting through the dim light.

"You're going to look amazing," Elvira said, glancing over at Olympia who was standing uncertainly by the counter, adjusting the tight blue denim dress she had borrowed. It was far more revealing than anything she would normally wear, but something about the night's energy made her want to push her boundaries.

Olympia shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress. "Are you sure this is alright? I don't know... It feels a little much for me." Olympia adjusted the hem of the tight, short blue denim dress she had borrowed from Elvira. It hugged her curves in a way she wasn't used to, and she felt her stomach twist. She'd never been one to wear such form-fitting clothes, but tonight, something about it felt different.

Seraphine, finishing her subtle makeup with a light dusting of powder, smiled warmly at Olympia. She was dressed in a fitted black mini skirt and a Ravenclaw tee, her tights perfectly smooth and her hair arranged in soft waves. "It's perfect, Olympia. Trust us, you look amazing," she said, her voice calm and reassuring.

Olympia smiled, grateful for Seraphina's quiet reassurance. Seraphina's style was always more reserved, put together, and elegant. Her raven-black hair was pulled back in a neat, sleek ponytail, and she looked every bit the refined witch she was. Elvira, on the other hand, was a chaotic whirlwind of dark colors and rebellious energy, and Olympia often admired how effortlessly she exuded confidence.

Elvira rolled her eyes playfully. "You look like a bloody goddess, Olympia. Don't overthink it." She tossed Olympia a smirk. "Besides, I thought you liked a challenge. Don't hide behind that modesty act now."

With a soft laugh, Olympia straightened and nodded, adjusting her black heeled boots. "Alright, alright. I'll do it."

Seraphine tilted her head, taking in her friends. "You're all right for once, Elvira," she joked, stepping away from the mirror with a smile.

Elvira gasped, launching a sock at her from across the room, "I look bloody amazing!"

The three girls shared a laugh, a certain nervousness and anticipation for the night to come dancing along the air between them.

A moment later, they slipped out of the dormitory and into the hallways, careful not to make too much noise as they crept through the corridors.

As Olympia, Elvira, and Seraphina slipped out of the bathroom and into the shadowed corridor, Olympia's heart raced. She glanced over her shoulder, clutching the strap of her borrowed bag, which held a spare pair of sneakers just in case the heeled boots started to hurt. The castle was quiet, save for the occasional creak or distant rustle that made every sound feel magnified.

"Do you think he's still patrolling the third floor?" Seraphina whispered, her usually calm demeanor tense.

"Probably. Filch never misses a night to prowl around looking for troublemakers," Elvira replied with a grin, seemingly unbothered as she led the way, her black boots making a barely-there tap with each step.

The three girls hugged the walls as they moved down the staircase. They knew Filch's patterns by now - he had a nasty habit of lurking near the doors, waiting to catch any students sneaking in or out. But if they could make it down to the second floor without him spotting them, they'd have a better chance of slipping through.

They paused on the first landing, peering around the corner. Olympia held her breath, her fingers gripping Seraphina's arm as she leaned forward to listen.

The unmistakable sound of shuffling footsteps reached their ears, followed by the grumbling voice of Argus Filch.

"Always sneaking around, every last one of 'em," he muttered. "Won't rest 'til I catch 'em red-handed... my prize moment, just wait..."

Olympia could feel her heart pounding as she pressed herself tighter against the wall, exchanging a wide-eyed glance with her friends. Elvira mouthed, "Wait," and they held perfectly still, barely daring to breathe. Filch's voice drew closer, each grumble coming louder and louder, accompanied by the jangle of keys hanging from his belt.

"Now, now, where might you be hiding, little rats?" Filch hissed, his voice laced with suspicion as his lantern beam swept over the staircase they'd just come down.

He paused only a few feet from them, his nose wrinkling as he surveyed the empty corridor. Olympia's pulse hammered in her ears, and she was certain that at any moment, he would catch sight of them. Elvira kept her eyes fixed on Filch, ready to bolt if necessary, while Seraphina had her wand in hand, gripping it tightly as though it could save them.

After what felt like an eternity, Filch finally turned, muttering to himself. "Can't even get a good night's rest... Peeves'll be hearing about this..."

As soon as he turned the corner and his footsteps faded, the girls let out a collective sigh of relief. Olympia looked at Elvira and gave a small, nervous laugh.

"That was way too close," she whispered.

Elvira rolled her eyes, but there was a glint of excitement there. "Come on, we're not out of the woods yet."

They moved swiftly, tiptoeing down the last set of stairs, hearts still racing. Filch's absence from the lower corridors gave them a clearer path, but each turn of a corner still sent a jolt of worry through Olympia. At one point, they nearly knocked over a suit of armor, and all three of them froze, watching it sway precariously until it steadied itself.

As they finally reached the main entrance, Olympia felt a wave of exhilaration. They exchanged gleeful, silent laughs, a shared victory in their near escape. Elvira pushed open the door just enough for them to slip through, and the cool night air hit them like a breath of freedom.

The thrill of their escape hung in the air. The night was theirs.

They arrived at the Black Lake just before the clock struck eleven, the night alive with an energy that made the hairs on the back of Olympia's neck stand up. It was hard to believe they were actually out here, away from the rules and the watchful eyes of professors. The air was cool, crisp with the scent of damp earth and fresh grass.

From a distance, the shimmering lights from floating lanterns and the fire from a bonfire filled the dark with a hazy warmth. The sounds of laughter, shouting, and music mingled, creating a chaotic yet exhilarating symphony of teenage rebellion.

"Looks like the party's in full swing," Elvira grinned, already pulling a flask from her bag.

As they approached, Olympia spotted Cassie by the water's edge, talking to someone she didn't expect-Oliver Wood. Just as Olympia made her way over to them, Oliver looked up, gave her a polite nod, and turned to leave, his stride casual but purposeful.

"Ols," Cassie said, flashing a smile as she turned to face her twin. "Oh him? It's nothing, really," she added, brushing off Olympia's raised eyebrow. "He's just-well, yeah."

Olympia raised an eyebrow. "Oliver Wood?" She gave her twin a skeptical look. "What's going on, Cass?"

Cassie bit her lip, avoiding the question. "It's nothing, really. Come on, let's just enjoy the night," she urged, pulling Olympia into the lively atmosphere.

Before Olympia could press further, she felt a familiar arm slink around her waist.

"Ladies!" Fred's voice rang out over the noise, followed by George's unmistakable chuckle. Both twins had arrived, grinning like cats who had caught a mouse. Fred's arm was wrapped tightly around Cassie's waist, and George playfully slung his arm over Olympia's shoulders, pulling her into the circle.

"Well, if it isn't the most stunning girls in all of Hogwarts," Fred said, winking. "You all ready to make this night unforgettable?"

Olympia smirked but played along, her nerves giving way to a rising sense of excitement. "What's in the bottle, Weasley?"

Fred held it out like it was a treasure. "Oh, just a little something to spice up the evening," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. "Firewhiskey, straight from my personal stash."

George leaned in, giving Olympia a playful nudge. "First drink? Perfect." His eyes sparkled mischievously.

Olympia hesitated for a moment, glancing around. "Isn't this a bit... reckless?"

"Reckless? It's celebration, Ols," Fred said with a grin, pushing the shot glass into her hand. "Take it from me."

She took the shot, grimacing at the burn, but quickly feeling the warmth spread through her chest. "It's... strong," she muttered, eyes widening, water collecting in her ducts.

"Welcome to the club," George said, his smile a little softer now. He winked. "More where that came from."

As the firewhiskey worked its magic, the atmosphere grew more electric. Laughter echoed from a group of seventh-year Gryffindors, who were shouting at each other from their brooms as they played a disjointed and drunken game of Pass the Quaffle. Their movements were exaggerated and sloppy, and every pass of the ball sent the group into hysterics.

"Watch this," Fred said, nodding to the twins, and suddenly he and George both lunged forward, wrestling each other to the ground in a playful heap. The noise of their struggle sent the girls into fits of giggles.

"Get off me, you brute!" George shouted through his laughter, kicking his feet as Fred pinned him down, all of it exaggerated and ridiculous.

"I'm teaching him a lesson!" Fred called to the group, laughing too hard to be taken seriously.

Olympia rolled her eyes, but her smile widened. "How old are you two again?" she teased.

Fred stood up first, dusting off his clothes. "Old enough to show you how fun real pranking is," he said, grinning. "Come here," He pulled Olympia closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. "We've got some great ideas for the next prank on Snape. You'll love it."

George sauntered over, looking pleased with himself. "This one's a real winner, though," he added. "We're going to charm his office to make every parchment float around, then we'll set it to slowly turn into jelly. The best part? Snape will be so mad trying to clean it up."

Olympia laughed. "You two are unbelievable," she said, rolling her eyes.

The night began to blur as more people joined the group, the noise of the party intensifying. It was a strange mixture of chaos and joy, with everyone drinking, laughing, and enjoying the night to the fullest. The stars above seemed to shimmer in time with the party's pulse.

Olympia made her way to a table at the far side of the party to grab another drink, her legs unsteady but her mood soaring. She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol-a warm flush that had nothing to do with the fire. Her head was light, her thoughts a bit clouded.

Suddenly, she felt someone's presence near her and turned to see Cedric Diggory standing beside her, his handsome face lit by the faint glow of the lanterns.

"Remember me?" he asked, his voice smooth, warm, and undeniably familiar. "We met at the World Cup."

Olympia blinked, a little surprised, then smiled. "Cedric! Of course, I remember you. You're not easy to forget" upon realizing what she said her eyes widened.

He chuckled, stepping closer. "Is that so?" He asked her, brows raising. "So, what brings you here tonight? You've never been a party girl before."

Olympia could feel her pulse quicken as his gaze locked on hers, intense but gentle. She swallowed and glanced away, trying to keep her composure. "Just... you know, having fun. A break from the usual."

He stepped a little closer. "I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself." He hesitated for a moment. "Ive never really had the chance to talk to you much, but I remember thinking you had the kind of energy that would light up a place like this."

Olympia's heart fluttered. "I... didn't expect to hear that from you Diggory," she said, her voice quieter now.

Before she could respond further, George appeared suddenly, his eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge as he casually slid between them. "Hey, Ced," he greeted with a cocky grin, though his voice carried a hint of something darker. "Whatchya talking about?"

Cedric raised an eyebrow, not rattled by George's sudden arrival. "Just having a chat," he said smoothly, glancing back at Olympia. "It's been nice catching up." He turned to Olympia with a smile, his hand brushing lightly against hers. "Let's talk again sometime."

"I'd like that." Olympia smiled, her face flushed red. She took a sip from the drink in her hand.

George didn't say anything, just watched as Cedric walked away, a faint scowl on his face. "Right. Enjoy your walk, Cedric."

Olympia could feel the tension rising between them, but she chose to ignore it for now. Instead, she smiled tightly and turned back to the group. Without saying a word to George, she joined her friends by the bonfire again.

The crackling of the bonfire filled the quiet space between them as George and Olympia sat down, both of them lost in their own thoughts. The warmth of the flames flickered over their faces, casting shadows that danced across their features. The distant laughter and music from the party mingled with the smell of smoke, but here, right by the fire, everything felt strangely still.

Olympia stole a quick glance at George. He sat with his arms crossed, staring into the flames, his expression unreadable. His jaw was tense, and his usual easygoing grin was nowhere to be found. She took a breath, deciding she wasn't going to let his odd behavior slide.

"Alright, George," she began, her voice cutting through the crackling firewood. "What was that all about?"

He turned, looking at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. "What was what all about?" he replied, feigning innocence, though there was an edge to his tone.

"Don't play dumb. You practically chased Cedric away," she said, crossing her arms to mirror his posture. "What's your problem?"

George let out a bitter laugh, leaning back and shaking his head slightly. "My problem? I don't have a problem. But maybe you should tell me why you were so cozy with Diggory over there."

Olympia scoffed, feeling a mix of confusion and frustration. "You're avoiding the question. You had no reason to come over and... I don't know, act all territorial."

George raised an eyebrow, his expression flickering between amusement and irritation. "Oh, so that's how you saw it?"

"Yes! That's exactly how it was!" she insisted, her voice growing a bit louder. "You didn't have to swoop in and ruin a perfectly good conversation."

He held her gaze for a moment, and there was a beat of silence before he leaned forward, his eyes intense. "Well, maybe I wouldn't have, if you didn't keep sending mixed signals."

Olympia felt her cheeks flush, the words catching her off guard. "Mixed signals? What are you talking about?"

George gave her a look, his expression one of exasperation. "Oh, come on, Olympia. Don't act like you don't know."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off, his eyes locked on hers. "You almost kissed me only a few hours ago." He stated.

Olympia's mouth fell open, and for a moment, she was too stunned to respond. But she quickly recovered, her brows knitting together in frustration. "I did not almost kiss you. You're out of your mind, George." She was living in denial.

"Oh, so I'm just imagining things now?" George retorted, his voice low, his gaze intense as he leaned in just a little closer.

"Yes! You're the one who almost kissed me," she shot back, her voice a little too loud, her cheeks turning even redder.

The two of them stared each other down, their faces close, the tension between them thick and unspoken. Olympia could feel her heart pounding, her pulse quickening, and for a moment, she couldn't tell if she was angry, flustered, or something else entirely.

"You really think I'd be the one to make the first move?" he asked, his tone half-teasing, half-challenging. Yes, he had made a million first moves.

She narrowed her eyes, determined not to let him get the last word. "Oh, absolutely. Because you're George Weasley, who just has to be the center of attention."

George raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "Maybe, but I'm not the one who keeps looking at me like she wants something more."

Olympia's breath caught, her cheeks growing even warmer. "You're completely ridiculous," she muttered, unable to look away from him, her voice lacking any real conviction.

George's gaze softened just slightly, but there was still a fire behind his eyes. "Am I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his tone laced with a vulnerability that took her by surprise.

Olympia felt her defenses slipping, but she quickly straightened, clearing her throat. "Yes, you are. This is... you're making this all up."

"Am I?" he repeated, a hint of a smile now playing on his lips. "Because I think you're the one who's afraid to admit it."

She swallowed hard, her heart racing. Part of her wanted to deny it, to brush it all off, but the truth hung heavy between them, unspoken and undeniable. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and for a moment, she felt herself wavering.

But instead of admitting anything, she shook her head, breaking their gaze. "I don't know what you're talking about," she muttered, her voice barely audible.

"Fine," George replied, leaning back, his expression unreadable. "But just know, Olympia, I'm not the only one who felt something earlier. But fine, just keep lying to yourself."

As the tension hung heavily in the air, Olympia and George sat in silence, the weight of their almost-kiss from earlier lingering uncomfortably between them. Neither wanted to break the moment, but neither seemed willing to take the next step. The fire crackled softly, its warmth a stark contrast to the sudden chill that had settled over them.

George glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck, and Olympia's heart twisted. She could feel her own cheeks burning, the words they had exchanged echoing in her mind. Part of her wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence-but she didn't know where to start.

Before either of them could find the courage to speak, Fred strolled up, his usual carefree grin plastered across his face. He seemed completely unaware of the stormy silence between them. "Oi! There you two are," he said, plopping down beside them with an easygoing smile. "Having a deep, meaningful conversation by the fire, are we?"

Olympia and George both jumped slightly, breaking their locked gazes, and looked up at Fred. Neither of them spoke immediately, but Olympia managed a forced smile, trying to shake off the tension she felt.

Fred didn't seem to notice. He raised an eyebrow, then held out a fresh bottle of firewhiskey, his grin widening. "What do you say-round two?"

"Absolutely," George said quickly, reaching for the bottle almost as if it were a lifeline. He cracked it open, taking a generous swig and offering it to Olympia, who took it without hesitation, glad for the distraction.

"Count me in," Olympia added, a bit too enthusiastically, but she didn't care. Anything to escape the awkwardness that had settled between her and George.

Fred leaned back, oblivious to the hidden tension, and gave them a knowing smirk. "Good, thought you two were getting a bit too serious there."

Olympia laughed, though it was slightly strained, and took another sip. George chuckled as well, his usual humor returning, though there was a lingering look in his eyes when he glanced at her.

As they passed the bottle back and forth, the earlier fight started to fade, replaced by a tentative sense of relief that neither had to address what had just happened-or almost happened. For now, they were content to let the firelight and the warmth of the whiskey take them away from the feelings they both were too scared to confront.

A few hours later, the party by the lake was in full swing. The fire was still roaring, and the music had only grown louder. Olympia was dancing with Cassie and Elvira near the water, laughing so hard her sides hurt, her limbs loose and carefree in a way she rarely allowed herself. She felt the pleasant buzz of firewhiskey coursing through her, filling her with a confidence that was as warm as the night air.

Cassie spun her in a quick circle, and Olympia stumbled, nearly tripping in her heeled boots before catching herself. Elvira snorted with laughter, steadying her friend, and they kept dancing, their hands in the air, voices blending with the music.

Amid the haze of lights and laughter, Olympia suddenly felt someone's gaze on her. She turned and saw George, weaving through the crowd toward her, his eyes fixed on her with a focus that made her pulse quicken. There was something different about his expression-bolder, softer, maybe even a little sloppy, but there was no mistaking the look in his eyes.

"Hey Ols." George called out over the loud music, "I'm sorry for earlier." He apologized, pushing past one last person. "Dance with me? Just to make up for it all." He asked her, the smell of alcohol wafting off of him. She nodded firmly, equally as drunk.

Without hesitation, George slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her against him as they began to sway to the music. They moved together, the space between them dissolving, and Olympia found herself leaning into him, her head tilted up as she met his gaze. His hand rested at the small of her back, and as they danced, his thumb brushed over the fabric of her dress, sending shivers up her spine.

His gaze roamed over her from head to toe, lingering on her dress. "I should've said it before, but you look... well, bloody amazing tonight," he said, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. His words came out slow, his voice softer, almost slurred with drunken confidence. "That dress... I mean, Merlin, Olympia, you look... incredible."

Olympia felt her cheeks heat up, the blush mixing with her drunken smile as she took a step closer, swaying slightly. "Well, you're not looking too bad yourself, Weasley," she shot back, her voice bolder than usual. "Bit of a mess, though."

George laughed, his grip on her waist tightening as he pulled her even closer. "Oh, I'm definitely a mess. Completely," he admitted, grinning as he leaned in so that his face was mere inches from hers. "But it's all your fault, you know. You're the one dancing with me like this."

Olympia raised an eyebrow, a sly smile tugging at her lips. "You're blaming me for this? You're the one that asked to dance."

"Guilty as charged," he replied, his voice a soft rumble that made her heart skip a beat. His hand slid to the small of her back, fingers pressing lightly, pulling her body against him. "I'd say I'm making the best decision of the night."

"Oh, really?" she teased, her tone daring as she leaned in closer, her breath brushing his cheek. "And what exactly does that mean, Weasley?"

George's eyes flicked down to her lips, and his grin softened, turning almost sincere. "It means... well, maybe I don't want this night to end. Not if I get to be here with you."

Olympia felt her pulse quicken, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to keep her voice steady. "Careful, George. Sounds like you're flirting with me."

"Maybe I am," he said, his grin widening, his tone low and almost dangerous. "Problem with that, Olympia?"

She smirked, her hand drifting up to toy with the collar of his shirt. "Not in the slightest."

"You know," he said, leaning in close enough that she could feel his breath against her cheek, "I don't think I've ever seen you let loose like this before. I kinda like it."

"Well, maybe you bring it out in me," she replied, her voice a playful challenge, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of their exchange.

He grinned, clearly enjoying the banter. His hand slid a little lower, resting at her hip, his fingers tracing slow circles over the denim. "Maybe I'll have to try a little harder, then. See what else I can bring out in you."

Olympia's breath caught at the hint of mischief in his eyes, her heart pounding as they swayed together. She could feel her own hand drifting up to his shoulder, the air between them charged, the world around them fading as they danced closer and closer.

Fred, who'd been watching from a few feet away, raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his face as he observed his twin with Olympia. He nudged Lee Jordan, nodding toward George and Olympia with an amused glint in his eye. "Looks like George finally grew a pair," he muttered to Lee, making a mental note to give him a hard time about this later. For now, though, he decided to leave them be.

"Y'know," George drawled, his voice low, leaning in so she could hear him over the music, "I still can't get over how amazing you look in that dress." His gaze drifted down to her outfit with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure you've killed me about three times tonight."

Olympia's cheeks flushed, and she laughed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You think so?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes, the firelight making her eyes sparkle.

They continued to dance, laughter and whispers filling the space between them. George's hands grew bolder, skimming up her sides, his touch light but lingering, sending a thrill through her with every brush. Olympia's fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him close enough that she could feel his heartbeat in time with hers, both of them losing themselves to the rhythm and to each other.

After what felt like hours of spinning, stumbling, and laughing together, Olympia and George finally decided to take a break. They wandered back toward the bonfire where Fred was lounging with a lazy grin, clearly having seen more than enough of their dance.

Fred raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as they plopped down beside him. "Well, well, looks like someone's been having a bit of fun," he teased, shooting George a knowing look before turning to Olympia. "Didn't know you had it in you, love. You're usually the sensible one, aren't you?"

Olympia rolled her eyes, playfully swatting at him. "Oh, hush, Fred," she said with a laugh. "My feet need a break, that's all."

As she stood up to wander off in search of her friends, she gave George a quick smile, one that made his heart skip a beat. He watched her go, feeling a warmth in his chest he couldn't quite explain. Once she disappeared into the crowd, Fred and Lee pounced.

"Well, mate," Lee started with a grin, nudging George's shoulder, "that was... quite a show."

George felt his cheeks flush but tried to shrug it off, though the grin on his face gave him away. "Oh, shut it," he muttered, though he couldn't help glancing back in the direction Olympia had gone.

Fred burst out laughing. "Honestly, George, I'm almost impressed. Can't remember the last time I saw you so smitten." He leaned back, crossing his arms. "And with Olympia, of all people! The girl's practically allergic to nonsense. Remember when we used to try pranking her as kids?"

George chuckled, nodding. "Oh, yeah, we'd barely even get started, and she'd already be rolling her eyes, acting like she was three times our age."

Fred's eyes lit up with the memory. "Exactly! She was always so serious about everything-even when we were kids. Like that time we were all set to sneak off and mess with those garden gnomes. She nearly talked us out of it by lecturing us on how they were 'creatures, not toys' or whatever." He shook his head with a chuckle. "Could've sworn she was the only one with a shred of common sense between all of us."

George laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah, she's always been like that... Guess it's one of the reasons she keeps us in line."

Lee grinned, looking at George with a bit of a raised eyebrow. "Yet tonight, she didn't seem all that bothered by your 'nonsense,' did she?"

George's grin faltered slightly as he considered that, a warmth spreading through him. "Yeah... I don't know what's gotten into her tonight. But I like it."

Fred clapped him on the shoulder. "Well, I wouldn't get too used to it, mate. I've got a feeling by tomorrow, she'll be back to being the voice of reason. So enjoy it while you can."

They all laughed, but George's gaze drifted back to where Olympia had gone, wondering if this night could be the beginning of something more than just one night of dancing by the lake.

As the bonfire crackled on, Lee gave the twins a quick nod, stretching his arms with a yawn. "Alright, mates, I'm calling it a night," he said with a grin. "Try not to get into too much trouble without me."

Fred and George both chuckled, waving him off as he disappeared into the crowd, leaving the two of them alone. The party was winding down, but the night air was still filled with a lively hum of chatter and laughter. Fred glanced over at George, a knowing gleam in his eyes, and leaned back against the log, crossing his arms.

"So," Fred began, keeping his voice casual but with an unmistakable curiosity, "about earlier on the train..."

George looked over at his twin, eyebrows raised. "What about it?"

Fred smirked, his expression playful but probing. "You and Olympia. Looked like the two of you were about two seconds from... well, let's just say, getting very familiar with each other."

George let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, alright, it... almost happened."

Fred's eyes widened with interest, his grin only growing. "So it's not just tonight? There's something actually going on there?" He nudged George's shoulder with his own. "Come on, you can't hide it from me. I'm your twin, remember?"

George hesitated, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. "It... almost happened at the Burrow, too," he admitted, his tone soft. "I don't know, mate. She's... I'm just-" He struggled for words, feeling the weight of his own confusion settle on him.

Fred tilted his head, his expression shifting from playful to genuinely curious. "So what's got you so wound up about it, then? She's obviously into you, or at least tonight she was." He gave George a reassuring look. "What's holding you back?"

George looked down, fiddling with a stray thread on his sleeve. "It's just... different with her, you know? We've been friends for so long, and I can't... I don't want to mess that up." He paused, searching for the right words. "With other girls, it's easy. A bit of fun, a laugh, maybe a few flirty moments. But with Olympia, it's... it's not like that. I feel-well, I feel more than that."

Fred nodded slowly, watching his twin with an understanding he didn't even have to voice. "So, it's not just a game with her, huh?"

George shook his head. "No. It's not. I like her, really like her, and not just in the way we usually mess around. She's... she's always been so steady, so responsible. And maybe I like that, but it also scares the hell out of me, if I'm honest." He looked up at Fred, his expression a mix of frustration and longing. "I'm not used to this, Fred."

Fred patted his shoulder, a warm smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Mate, I think that's a good thing. I've seen you with girls before, and it's never like this. You don't get all knotted up over them. And you've known Olympia practically forever-she knows you better than most people. If there's anyone who could handle you being serious for once, it's her."

George looked over at him, a hint of hope in his eyes. "You think so?"

Fred nodded, grinning. "Yeah, I do. Just don't overthink it too much. She clearly sees something in you that goes beyond just jokes and pranks. And hey, worst case? You'll still have me to pick on you for the rest of your life." He smirked, nudging George's shoulder.

George chuckled, feeling a little of the tension ease away. "Thanks, Fred. I needed that."

"Anytime, mate," Fred replied, smiling. "Now go on, figure things out with her. Merlin knows it'll be fun watching you try."

"In this state? Not a good idea. Might snog her." George admitted with a lighthearted laugh.

Fred grinned, giving George a firm slap on the back. "Exactly, that's the fun part, mate. You're thinking too much." He straightened, scanning the party with an excited gleam in his eye. "Besides, I'm about to go find myself someone to snog. It's not a real party if you don't at least once, right?"

George chuckled, shaking his head as he watched his twin's gaze dart around the lake, assessing the possibilities. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

Fred shrugged with a carefree grin. "What can I say? Parties are made for a little... excitement. Keeps things interesting." His gaze lingered on a group of Hufflepuff girls laughing together near the fire. "And anyway, I've got a feeling you'll be thanking me for this nudge soon enough."

George rolled his eyes, laughing as he shoved Fred lightly. "Yeah, yeah. Go on, then. Go find yourself a distraction." He took a deep breath, glancing back toward the other side of the lake where he'd last seen Olympia with her friends. His heart thumped a little harder just thinking about her.

Fred winked, already backing away toward his next conquest. "Just don't spend all night overthinking, George. The worst thing that'll happen is you'll end up snogging the girl you like. I'd say that's a win."

George chuckled, watching his twin disappear into the crowd. Maybe Fred was right-maybe he'd spent too long holding back. And maybe tonight was the perfect time to finally let himself see where this thing with Olympia might go.

George pushed through the crowd, his heart thumping in his chest. The more he thought about it, the more he realized Fred had a point. What was the harm in going after what he wanted for once? He could feel the warmth of the firelight and the buzz of the party around him, but his mind was focused on one person: Olympia.

After a few moments of searching, he finally spotted her, or rather, he spotted the two of them. Olympia was standing with her sister Cassie by one of the picnic tables, her arm loosely draped over Cassie's shoulders as she swayed slightly, a soft, uncoordinated smile on her face.

Cassie, on the other hand, looked distinctly uncomfortable, her eyes darting between Olympia and the surrounding crowd, like she was trying to make sure no one noticed how off her sister was.

George felt a pang of concern as he noticed just how much Olympia was leaning on Cassie. She couldn't even stand up straight, her balance completely gone. It was clear to him now - she was way more drunk than he had realized.

"Oi, Cass," George called out, walking up to them. His tone was light, but there was a hint of worry behind it as his eyes locked onto Olympia. "Is she okay?"

Cassie gave him a quick, tight smile, but the worry in her eyes didn't go unnoticed. "She's... fine. Just a little too much firewhiskey, I think," she said, glancing at Olympia, who giggled faintly, her eyes unfocused. "She's been drinking since the moment we got here."

George knelt down next to Olympia, putting a hand gently on her shoulder to steady her. "Olympia?" he said softly, his voice just a bit worried. "Hey, look at me."

Olympia's eyes lazily drifted toward him, a slow smile creeping onto her lips. "Heyyy, Georgie," she slurred, her words drawn out in that tipsy way that made her sound more vulnerable than usual. "You're... you're looking awfully nice tonight, y'know?"

George couldn't help but laugh, though there was a nervous edge to it. "Yeah? You're looking a little... wobbly, if I'm honest."

She giggled again, swaying a bit more. "I'm not wobbly," she protested, but it was more of a whine than anything resembling her usual confident tone. "I'm just... floatin'."

George exchanged a glance with Cassie, who let out a sigh. "I should've never let her drink" Cassie muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. "She's got her first set of classes in the morning and she's gonna be pissed when she discovers what a hangover is."

George frowned, gently holding onto Olympia's arm to keep her steady. "She can barely stand, Cassie. We need to take her back."

Cassie bit her lip, clearly conflicted. "I can't just waltz her into the Ravenclaw common rooms, I don't know that bloody riddle to get in."

George's eyes softened as he looked down at Olympia. There was something about seeing her this way that tugged at his heart. She wasn't the same confident, put-together person she always was. This version of Olympia, laughing and swaying with a dazed smile, felt - different. More open, even though it was clear she was far beyond the point of control.

"Maybe I should get her some water, or-" George started, but Olympia suddenly leaned into him, her head resting against his chest, making it impossible for him to finish his thought.

"George..." she mumbled, her voice quiet and soft as she nuzzled against him. "Stay with me."

His heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he forgot all about the worry. He could feel the warmth of her against him, the weight of her body leaning into him as she muttered his name again. "I'm here, Olympia," he whispered, his hands instinctively moving to support her. "Just. . . just hold on for a minute, alright?"

Cassie watched the interaction carefully, and after a moment, she seemed to decide that maybe George was the best person to look after Olympia for now. "Alright, I'll go find something to sober her up a bit," she said with a resigned sigh. "Just, don't let her wander off, okay? And don't do anything stupid she's drunk and-"

"I would never. Not with her like this." George seemed a bit hurt that Cassie even felt the need to say that.

"I know it's just, you're drunk too and drunk and drunk doesn't mix." Cassie explained herself. And with that she left to go find water and hopefully some Ravenclaws.

George nodded quickly, his focus still on Olympia as she mumbled again, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't let me fall. . . Georgie. . ."

"I won't, I won't," he reassured her, his tone soothing as he helped her sit down on a nearby bench. "I've got you."

The moment her head leaned against his shoulder, George felt the weight of the night settle around him. This wasn't just some wild party anymore. He wasn't just out here to have fun. He was here for Olympia, and he wasn't going anywhere until she was okay.

Fred stumbled into the scene, his hair a wild mess, lips swollen and a little red, and his clothes slightly askew from his recent snogging session. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning to himself as he walked toward George, clearly feeling the afterglow of a successful distraction. The Hufflepuff girl next to him adjusted her shirt and ran off with a giggle.

As he approached, however, his grin faltered when he saw George sitting with Olympia, who was slumped against him, barely able to keep her eyes open. Her face was flushed, and she looked even more out of it than Fred had expected. His initial thought was a joke, but that quickly died when he realized just how unsteady she was.

"Oi, what happened?" Fred asked, his tone much more serious than usual. He walked over, standing beside George, his eyes darting to Olympia, who was now murmuring softly, her head resting on George's shoulder.

George looked up at him, his expression serious but trying to remain calm. "She's hammered, Fred. A bit too much firewhiskey."

Fred frowned, crouching beside Olympia and gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "Bloody hell, she can barely keep her head up. Should we get her to the hospital wing or something?"

George shook his head. "No, she'll be fine. Just needs some water and to sleep it off." He glanced at Fred, an unreadable expression on his face. "But I'm not leaving her."

Fred looked between the two, a furrow creasing his brow. "You alright, mate? You look like you've seen a ghost." His gaze flickered to Olympia again, concern creeping into his eyes. "She's not usually like this."

George let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I know. It's... it's not like her. She's usually so put together. But tonight, it's like she's a different person." His voice softened, more to himself than Fred. "I don't want to see her like this."

Fred's concern deepened. He knelt down, resting a hand on George's shoulder. "I get it, mate. But she'll be alright. Just make sure she gets some water and... well, maybe don't let her drink any more tonight."

George gave a half-laugh, his eyes never leaving Olympia's face. "That's the plan."

Cassie returned to the scene with a very concerned-looking Seraphina, who was glancing around nervously as she approached the group. The tension was palpable, and Seraphina's face was filled with that mix of determination and worry that usually came with looking after a friend who was in over her head.

"Is she okay?" Seraphina asked immediately, her gaze falling to Olympia, who was still leaning heavily against George. She looked even more worried now, her eyes scanning Olympia's disheveled state. "Cassie said she was really drunk, but this is... a lot worse than I thought."

George nodded, his brow furrowed in concern. "Yeah. She can barely keep her eyes open. I don't think she should stay out here much longer."

Cassie sighed, stepping closer. "We were going to take her back to the Ravenclaw dormitories, but I didn't want to leave her alone. I just-" She paused, glancing at her sister. "I can't handle her in this state. Not alone."

Seraphina's gaze softened, and she stepped closer to Olympia. "Don't worry, I'll get her back safely. I'll make sure she's alright."

George opened his mouth to speak, his protective instincts kicking in. "I'm coming with you," he said quickly, his tone firm but not aggressive. He couldn't let Olympia go like this, especially after everything that had happened tonight.

Cassie frowned, her eyes wide. "George, you don't have to-"

"No, I do," George interrupted. "I'm not just going to let you two handle this on your own. Besides, I can't leave her in this state."

Seraphina hesitated, glancing at the crowd around them before looking back at George. After a moment, she sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Alright, but you need to be quiet. We can't get caught sneaking through the halls. We'll need to be as discreet as possible."

George nodded in agreement, his lips pressed together in determination. "Understood."

With that, the three of them gently helped Olympia to her feet. She swayed slightly but managed to stay upright with their support. Cassie looped her arm around Olympia's waist, and George walked beside them, offering a steadying hand on Olympia's other side.

They moved through the crowds, doing their best to stay out of sight. The path to the Ravenclaw Tower was long, and George had to keep his steps light and measured, making sure they didn't attract attention as they snuck past the various corridors. The party sounds were muffled now, far behind them, but the adrenaline of the situation kept them all on edge.

When they finally arrived at the Ravenclaw dormitories, Seraphina quickly whispered the password, and the door swung open with a soft creak. They carefully helped Olympia inside, the common room eerily quiet as they made their way up to her dormitory.

Olympia, still swaying slightly, gave George a lazy, drunken smile as she flopped onto her bed, trying to pull him down with her. "Georgie... stay." she mumbled, her words thick with alcohol.

George's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't give in. He stepped back, gently taking her hands off of him. "You need to sleep, Olympia," he said, his voice low but firm. "Rest. I'll be back later, I promise. But right now, you need to sleep it off."

She pouted, clearly too intoxicated to understand fully, but she let go of him and rolled onto her side, closing her eyes with a soft, contented sigh.

Seraphina, who had been watching quietly, stepped forward and began tucking Olympia into bed. "She's going to be fine, George. Just let her sleep it off," she said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Olympia's face. "She'll loose it when I tell her about it all tomorrow."

George nodded, his eyes lingering on Olympia for a moment longer. His mind was a whirl of emotions-worry for her, confusion about his feelings, and the weight of the night pressing down on him. But he couldn't stay here. Not with everything unresolved. He let out a soft chuckle, "yeah she probably won't even believe it all." He turned to Seraphina and gave her a small but grateful smile. "Thanks for looking after her," he said, his voice sincere. "I appreciate it."

Seraphina nodded, returning his smile. "Of course. Don't worry about her. I've got this. My sister has a hangover remedy I'll conjure up for her."

Potions was Seraphina's specialty.

George hesitated one last moment, his gaze flicking to Olympia's peaceful form. "Alright. I'll see you two later," he said, his voice quieter now, filled with the weight of everything he couldn't quite express.

With that, he stepped back, giving Olympia one last glance before heading toward the door. He quietly slipped out of the room, leaving Seraphina to watch over her friend. As he made his way back to the Gryffindor dorms, his thoughts raced. Tonight had been more than he'd bargained for, but it wasn't over yet. He still had a lot to figure out, especially where Olympia Harrington was concerned.