The following day, I went to my first two classes and then luckily got most of my work from them during lunch time, much to Fred and George's dismay. It was almost impossible to focus on my assignments when they were bugging me every two seconds because they were bored or 'wanted to cuddle'; just overall being clingy. Don't get me wrong, it was cute, I just needed to finish my homework.

Despite the distractions, I got enough of my work done that after my final classes of the day, I wasn't too stressed about the workload that I would still have after I got back from my date with George.

After my last lesson, I made my way up to my room to get ready. Luckily, I beat Hermione and Ginny to the room and quickly entered the closet to get dressed without having to explain my plans to either of them. It wasn't that I didn't want to, it was just that I had told George that I would head over right after school, forgetting that I would need to quickly change first.

I searched through my clothes and settled on a pair of black straight leg jeans, a white turtleneck and a dark green chunky cardigan that I buttoned over the top. The twins teased me that I dressed like a grandpa sometimes, and this only gave them more ammunition, but I really didn't mind.

I then quickly laced up a pair of Dr. Martens and freshened up my makeup and hair a bit before snatching my little black shoulder purse up and leaving the room. I knew that we were going to a movie theater, which was a muggle thing, so I grabbed my purse that contained muggle money just in case we needed it.

When I arrived at their room, I opened the door to see Fred lounging on his bed, his twin nowhere to be found.

"Hey, where's your brother?" I asked him.

He rolled his eyes and pointed to the bathroom.

"Coming!" I heard George yell through the door.

The bathroom door then opened and George quickly walked out, still in the process of pulling a white t-shirt over the top of his bare chest. His muscled, smooth, gorgeous bare chest.

He was wearing a pair of light wash jeans with the tee and then grabbed a perfectly worn in, tan, long sleeve dress shirt over the top, leaving it open. I eyed the comfy looking item of clothing and reminded myself to steal it from his closet sometime.

"You look lovely," he said and bent down to give me a chaste kiss.

"Mmm, you too," I said with a beaming smile once we separated. "Ready?".

He nodded and grabbed my elbow to pull me out the door with him. "Goodbye brother dearest!" he yelled as we exited.

Fred huffed. "Don't have too much fun," he reprimanded.

George just quickly flipped him off before shutting the door behind him.

"Let's go," he said to me with an excited smile and looped his arm with mine.

I nodded and kept up with his quick, and obviously excited, pace as we walked. "Are we taking the floo?".

"Yeah".

I nodded and we walked the rest of the way to the floo, passing through busy halls with all of the bustling students who were still just making their way back to their houses from their final classes.

"Are we going to a muggle place?" I asked right before we would enter the main common room that held the fireplace with floo access. I realised that this information was actually pretty important, seeing as it would be pretty bad if I started using magic around muggles.

"No, it's a wizard place that plays muggle movies. Pretty wicked actually. Ginny and I discovered it a while back when we were exploring this little town that we're headed to," he said as we stepped in front of the fireplace.

I nodded with an excited smile. I hadn't seen a movie in a while, I had really only watched a few over the summer, seeing as I hadn't had any friends to watch it with. I had always assumed that movies couldn't be part of my experience in the wizarding world and that that was a joy that I would have to leave back at home, so I was pretty ecstatic to go watch a good movie.

"Ready?" he asked, standing in front of me to enter the flames first.

"Yeah".

"Okay, the place doesn't really have a name, so it's just firewood street. I'll wait for you right by the exit," he said and I nodded.

He then grabbed a fistful of floo powder and said 'firewood street' before throwing the powder into the fire and stepping in, disappearing into the flames.

I wasn't as nervous to use the floo as I used to be, so I quickly followed in his actions. The next thing I knew, I was stepping out into a well lit alley where George was waiting for me. I turned around to look at the fireplace, wondering why the hell some alley needed one, but it was just an old, deserted one. It really just looked like a square shaped hole in the side of the building, but I guessed that was how some floo's were; they didn't always need to be a well kept and lit fireplace.

"There we go," he said and grabbed my hand. "It's just right over here".

We stepped outside of the alley into the main street. The town was mostly made of stone, whether it was the cobblestone streets or the variety of grey that made up the brick and stone built buildings. It seemed that each building had vines growing across them, the dark green of the plants weaving in and out of the cracks in the walls. It created a very run down and old-timey feeling which was only emphasized by the few witches and wizards walking throughout the streets, each one wearing duller colors and walking at a slower pace.

You would think that the town would seem creepy, but with the light day that was present even through the grey skies, it just felt simplistic. I smiled as I took in what I could see of the street, my hand swinging back and forth with George's.

One of the nice things about leaving the school and not just going to Hogsmeade was that we didn't know anyone in this town. We didn't have to worry about other students prying eyes and could be as affectionate as we wanted. It wasn't that we weren't at all affectionate on school grounds, I certainly didn't hold back on a hand hold every now and then or closer-than-normal proximity to the boys wherever we were; it was just a bit of an odd situation and it would just make things messy to go public with our relationship. We hadn't spoken about it per se, but the boys were going to leave the school soon and it would just be useless to go through the process of telling people. Especially when there were three of us.

Thinking about how private we normally had to be, I squeezed his hand extra tight and pulled myself closer to him as we walked, our hips brushing together with every step. He squeezed my own hand in return, a wordless reminder of how much he cared for me, something that he proved to me each and every day.

"Here it is," he said as we approached a door.

A lot of the buildings on the street were almost connected together, each looking similar to the ones that were connected on either side of them, and this one was the same. It was small and made up of different shades of grey stones, vines poking through the gaps, and it had a flat roof as well as a light brown wooden door. There was no indication that this was any sort of movie theater and I wondered how the hell Ginny and George had found their way to it.

"Really?" I asked, not hiding my surprise.

"I know it doesn't look like it, but there's loads of extension charms on it. It's really neat once you're inside. C'mon, let's go," he said and pulled me with him, opening the door to let me in first.

When I entered, I knew that he wasn't lying about the extension charms. We walked into a large room that was decked out in red velvet, but not in a tacky way. It was more that the typical movie theater velvet just made small appearances in the room in the form of curtains or pillows or the rug, the rest of the walls and flooring being a dark brown wood.

There was an empty check in station that was covered in different papers, looking as if it was meant to host someone standing behind it to welcome guests. George walked over and rang the little service bell that sat on the top of it.

After a moment there was bustling from a back room that could be heard, and soon a short, older looking man walked out. He was dressed up fairly nice and wore those glasses that connected in the back, and he just looked as if he belonged in the little theater.

"Hello, welcome to Henry's," he said with a warm smile that immediately brought one of my own onto my face. "I'm Henry, what can I help you with today?".

"Hi Henry, do you have any movies playing right now?" George asked with a charming smile of his own.

"Yes, we in fact do. We only have one at the moment though, and it's an old horror movie, a classic if you ask me. Will that do?" he asked.

George looked to me in confirmation and I nodded. "Two tickets please," George said and grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket.

"That will be four galleons," Henry said and then accepted said money from George. "You kids  are lucky, the movie is starting in about five minutes. It's just through that curtain". He gestured to a velvet curtain that hung on a gold rod. You could see the flickering of a screen that rested just behind the opening of it. "Have fun you two".

"Thank you," I said and grabbed George's hand as we pushed aside the red fabric and entered the dark room.

When we walked around a divider between the entrance and the seating, I was shocked to see that there were actually a few people already seated in the theater. Based off of the mostly empty streets as well as the seemingly deserted lobby of the theater, I had assumed that we would be alone.

George and I walked up to the very back of the theater so that we were away from the others. It wasn't too far away because there were only about 15 rows of seats, but it was far enough away that we could have a quiet conversation and probably not be heard over the movie.

Once we were seated, George wrapped his hand over the back of my shoulders and leant into me. "You know if you get scared, I'll always be here to protect you," he said cheesily.

I chuckled and nodded my head in agreement, not having the heart to tell him that I secretly loved horror movies and hadn't found one that could scare me since I was seven. I guessed that I could pretend to be frightened at a jump scare every once and a while and curl into his side to boost his ego a bit.

"Okay, big strong man," I said mockingly.

He pinched my shoulder with the hand that was wrapped around me with a bit of a scowl on his face, but I just chuckled and turned to the screen.

There was a movie that was just finishing up, and I recognized it as the end of 'The Wizard of Oz', a little ironic seeing as there were actual wizards that were watching it. Dorothy was waking up in her bed, seeing all of the characters in her dream, and then was going to have a happily ever after. I had always really hated the ending of the movie, always was a little pissed that I had to sit through an entire movie for it all to be a dream.

Once the movie ended, a white "The End" written in cursive against the black screen, a couple of people got up from their seats and left. The rest of the people stayed, presumably like us and here for the next movie.

I settled further into George's side as the movie started, little black spots buzzing around the screen from the old film.

The movie actually ended up not being scary in the slightest. It was one of the worst movies that I had ever seen, whether you looked at the horrible acting, the atrocious special effects or any of the rest of the film.

George and I couldn't help but laugh throughout the film as we watched women scream in the most unbelievable way or blood come spurting out of someone's chest looking like watered down fruit punch. We tried to refrain from laughing too hard for the sake of the other people that were watching, but there were a few scenes that were just too good to keep quiet.

By the time that we were about halfway through the movie, the rest of the people in the theater had left, obviously too fed up with the horrible movie and probably feeling as if they had wasted their money.

George and I stayed however, not having to worry about how loud we laughed at the unpurposefully hilarious movie.

After a bit longer though, the movie got so bad that we became bored of it, not being able to find the offensively bad movie funny anymore.

We just made out for the rest of the movie, not phased by the sound of knives stabbing into chests or loud shrieks from the women that were wearing lingerie for some reason.

Right when we started to get a little more comfortable, our hands starting to wander places that they probably shouldn't have been, the movie ended. It seemed that the protagonist had killed the killer, only losing one of his friends in the process. Not predictable at all.

"That was the worst movie that has ever existed," George said with a chuckle as he stood up from his seat. There was another movie that was about to start, but now that we were exiting the room no one would get the chance to see it.

"Really? I thought it was quite amazing. I mean, the acting was incredible. And those special effects!" I praised sarcastically.

He chuckled and grabbed my hand. "C'mon Princess, let's go get dinner".

When we pushed the curtains aside to walk back into the lobby, I had to shield my eyes from the light that nearly blinded my eyes which had gotten used to the darkness of the other room.

"Where are we going?" I asked as we stepped outside of the wooden door and back out into the streets of whatever town we were in.

"There's this little italian place down the road, it's absolutely amazing".

I smiled and nodded before looking down at my outfit. "Am I dressed up enough? Normally italian places are kind of fancy".

He bent down to give me a kiss on my cheek. "You look absolutely perfect".

We walked for a little longer until we reached a little restaurant, the outside of it looking exactly like all of the other shops in the town, that had a sign that read 'la casetta'.

He pulled me inside and got us a table, and we were led by a young woman to a small table for two that sat in the corner of the restaurant next to a large window.

There were a few other people eating, mostly couples like us in the romantic spot, but all I saw was the man in front of me, his face illuminated by the window that sat to my left.

"What are you going to get?" he asked as he read over his meny, oblivious to my staring and admiration.

I looked down at my menu for the first time, a bit overwhelmed by all of the options.

"I-".

"You better not say a salad," he said and looked up from his menu to me.

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I really did want a caesar salad.

"The food is way too good here to just get a salad. You have to try the alfredo. Or the linguini. Ooh, or the margarita pizza". He continued to point out items on my menu to me, but instead of where he was pointing, I only started at his face as he excitedly told me about his favorite dishes.

When he looked up at me, meeting my eyes that were already looking at me, he gave me a sheepish smile. "What?".

"Nothing," I said with a smile and a shake of my head. "You're just cute".

"I know," he said and flipped his hair back.

I giggled and looked down to my menu at what he suggested. "I think I'm going to get the margarita. I haven't had a good pizza in ages".

"It's really good, I might have to steal a slice".

"Of course," I said, still staring at him as he continued to read over his options again. I wasn't sure what it was that day, I just couldn't tear my eyes away from him.

The waitress came over and took our order, and George ordered the fettuccine alfredo as well as a caesar salad for us to share, knowing that I would at least want a little bit of healthiness to pair with the carb filled meal. It really was surprising that I was even going to have pizza in the first place, I just didn't really think about it much when I was with George.

The waitress left, taking our menus with her.

"So, Fred told me about the joke shop," I started.

"Yeah? What do you think?".

"I think it sounds absolutely amazing, really".

"Really? Well, I was thinking-".

He started to tell me all about his own ideas for the shop, his hands waving around and eyes lit up as he talked about something he was passionate about. His ideas sounded similar to what I had heard from Fred, but were still a bit different. He was more excited about possible making some sort of book that listed off a whole bunch of spells and jinxes (tripping jinx, pantsing jinx, spell to change hair color, just to name a few) whereas Fred was more excited about making different products that could be used for pranks. They were equally excited about all of it, and I just knew that with their combined effort it could be absolutely amazing.

We also started talking about how I would play into all of it, how I could visit whenever and help out on the weekends, as well as how having a place to go other than the school would be. It felt really nice to talk about the future, it showed that he saw this lasting for a while, and I did too. It felt nice to imagine our life a year or two from now as I finished up my schooling, and then also life after I graduated as well.

I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as we continued to dream about the future, and it seemed that he was having trouble with it as well.

We conversed throughout the rest of the meal. Never was there an awkward pause, the conversation just easily flowing between the two of us as it always had.

When we finished, we left the restaurant hand in hand with full stomachs and made our way back to the floo, re-emerging into Hogwarts with bright smiles from our day out.

a/n

sorry for the lack of george smut, i felt like this chapter was too sweet to make dirty

as alwaaaaays thank you for reading :)