Olivia walked with Fred to the quidditch field. From far away she could see the lights and hear the pounding of music that filled the Gryffindor quidditch tent. She looked up at Fred with a small smile and raised a brow. "You going to tell me what George has planned for this party?"
Fred let out a soft chuckle and kept his eyes ahead, a smirk playing at his lips. "Why don't you ask him yourself? You two seem to have a little something going on with each other." He looks at her, a devious look on his face. "I saw that look you have him earlier."
Olivia scoffs loudly. "There was no look!" Fred rolls his eyes hard at that and Olivia lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine. There was a look." She shrugs gently. "Not like I'm in love with him though."
"Might be after tonight." Fred bites back a laugh.
Olivia raises her brows at him with a smirk. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Fred shrugs gently and pulls back the curtain of the tent, motioning for her to go inside. "Like I said, you're asking the wrong twin." Olivia looked over to see George by the punch bowl, gently stirring the punch while using his other hand to drink out of a bottle of fire whiskey. Olivia smiled gently as she watched his lips pull off of the bottle, his head bopping softly with the music. "Looks like nows your chance." Fred whispered to her, and suddenly his hand was on her back, pushing her towards the punch bowl.
Olivia took a deep breath and walked over to the punch, picking up a solo cup. "Mind if I...?" She asked, motioning to the bowl.
George looked up and smiled softly. God his smile was even cute. Olivia felt her heart flutter in her chest, just as it had when he first looked at her. "I do actually." He began. "This punch is definitely not for you."
Olivia furrowed her brow, confusion slipping over her face. "Are you the punch security or something?" She said with a laugh, but George's face stayed the same, a small smile still playing at his lips as his eyes moved over her, looking her up and down. Olivia was suddenly worried about if she had dressed well enough. She wore a deep v neck black tank top with a pair of ripped up tight jeans, tucked into thigh high leather boots. Now that she thought of it, she probably should have just worn the blouse her mom had given her for Christmas.
George hummed gently and looked down at the punch and then back up at her. "You can drink some... if you want to fall in love with me, that is."
Olivia bit her bottom lip slightly and she could swear George's eyes flicked down to watch her lips as she did so. She looked down at the punch and studied it closely. Now that she was paying closer attention she watched the bubbles slowly change into those of small hearts, rather than spheres. She leaned down and took a whiff of the mixture. Her nose filled with the scent of fresh raspberries and a wood fire. She remembered rather clearly smelling exactly those two things before, in her previous schools potions class. "What exactly are you up to, George Weasley?" She asked, looking back up at him with a wide smile on her lips.
George leaned in close, his breath hot in her ear as he whispered. "Mild love potion. Makes the person who drinks it fall into an infatuation of sorts with the first person they see, but only for a couple of hours." Olivias smile only deepened as he spoke. This would be fun. She was sure of it. Though, she would have to rely on George and Fred to remind her of people's names.
She looked up at George. "You're brilliant, you know." He smirked at that, raising his shoulder in a slight shrug. And humble too, she noted. "There's only one problem." She stated, pursing her lips softly.
"And whats that?" He asked, moving to lean back against the table, letting his lips find his bottle of fire whiskey once again.
"Now I have nothing to drink." She pouted slightly, clearly eyeing his bottle of alcohol.
George pulled the bottle from his lips, making a face as he swallowed it. He raised it to her, rolling his eyes playfully with a chuckle. "Go on then, darling. Though, I'll warn you. It has a kick."
Olivia took the bottle from him. A wave of courage washed over her body as she stepped up to him, their bodies mere inches apart. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long drink, and then another gulp, all the while making sure her face didn't move, her eyes still locked on his. George looked her face over, stunned at her unchanging expression. He bit his bottom lip as she pulled the bottle from her lips and handed it back to him. She could feel the burn in her throat and the warmth of the liquid filling her to her core, but she wouldn't show him that. Not willingly anyway. She turned around with a smirk and left him without another word
"Wicked." George all but breathed out.
***
The night had been filled with music, laughter, and lots of drinking. Olivia had been watching the punch bowl closely. Yet no one had gone to grab a drink. That was, until she saw Harry Potter himself move to the bowl, grabbing two glasses and filling them to the brim. He walked back over to the small group he was with and handed the second cup to Ron, who looked to be arguing with Hermione. Though, Olivia could swear it was more flirtatious than anything.
"Think we've got our first victims, George." Fred said behind her. They moved closer, each of them leaning down and using each of her shoulders to support their weight.
"Think you're right Freddie." George hummed happily.
"You two are ruthless." Olivia laughed. "Your own brother?"
"Bless him." Fred said with a laugh.
They watched as Ron took a small drink, his scrunched up face falling into that of pure admiration as he looked at Hermione, who was ranting on about something Ron had surely done wrong.
Hermione finally caught on with what was happening, her face twisting in confusion as Ron reached his hand up to run his fingers through her hair, twirling a piece on his fingers. He leaned in slowly, puckering up his lips at her and letting his eyes close. Hermione scoffed loudly and pushed him away before storming off towards a new group of students, Ron following behind her as if nothing had happened. Poor boy looked like a lost puppy.
The twins cried out in laughter, and Olivia chuckled along with them. Suddenly Ginny Weasley appeared in front of them, holding the cup Harry had poured in her hands. "Do you think I'm dim?" She asked, raising a brow at the twins, whos laughter got cut short by the interruption.
"Don't know what you mean." Fred said, raising up his hands innocently.
"You must if you think I'd let Harry fall for this stupid love potion drink." She rolled her eyes and slammed the cup down on the table in front of Olivia.
"To be fair, Ron certainly fell for it." Olivia offered up, earning herself a look from Ginny. Her eyes moved back up to her brothers, glaring at them.
"You may have tricked Ron but you both know I'm a lot smarter than... well... all of you." She turned to watch Ron for a moment, a pained look on her face as she did so. "I've got to go help Hermione..." she glanced back at the twins. "Try not to do anything stupid in the mean time will you?" She smiled at them gently, letting them know she was mostly joking and was off, grabbing Ron by the coat and dragging him away from Hermione, all the while listening to him protest.
Olivia snorted softly and grabbed the bottle George still held, earning a groan in response from him. She put the bottle to her lips and took a long swig, nearly drinking half of what was left of the bottle. Fred's eyes went wide. "Careful with that, darling. Wouldnt want to do something you regret." He said, pulling the bottle off of her and giving it back to George, who took a long sip of it as well.
Olivia rolled her eyes, turning to look at Fred. "I'll be fine." All at once a song came on. One Olivia knew well. "You boys want to dance?"
Fred shook his head gently, and when Olivia looked to George he was practically backing away from her. She let out a groan and stood up. "Guess it'll be just me then." She smirked, before strutting out to the dance floor, making sure her hips swayed a little bit more than they normally would, knowing the boys both had their eyes on her.
She smiled gently at a boy in a grey knit sweater who was dancing with a girl in a navy blouse and began to sway gently to the music. The song was sexy, and the beat was absolutely perfect to swing her hips to. She closed her eyes and let the music and the fire whiskey take over her body. She rolled her hips to the bass in the music, her hands sliding up her body slowly until they found her hair, she tossed it around wildly as her eyes opened. Fred was engrossed in his drink, but another boys eyes were watching her every move. George lifted his bottle to his lips, drinking out of it slowly as he watched Olivias fingers drape hair in front of her face and then drag down her lips slowly, making sure they tugged at her lower lip seductively. She loved the feeling of his eyes on her. It made her feel as if she had all the power in the world in front of her.
George let the bottle fall from his lips and set it down on the table before shoving his hands into his pockets, his eyes locking with hers. Her fingers moved to her neck, and then to her chest. His eyes dropped to them, his mouth falling agape and his eyelids only half opened now.
She could feel hands on her hips, and when she looked behind her a boy with dark hair and dark skin met her gaze. She smiled gently at him and went right back to look towards George, and what she saw had her heart pounding in her chest.
He was walking towards them, towards her, his eyes absolutely glowing in the candle light. Well, she thought, this was definitely going to be a treat.