Late in the night, you’re walking back from the Slytherin Vs. Gryffindor Quidditch game, Gryffindor having won. The halls are mostly empty and no one’s out when suddenly, you get pulled into a dark broom closet. As you adjust to the darkness, you see george g weasley looking down at you, a small grin on his face, his quidditch jersey still on

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing out so late?”