Parvati felt a rush of heat flush her face and her neck tingled as George moved closer and talked of closing the store. She felt she must be mad to be throwing herself at him, but she had been so BORED the last few weeks and he really was funny...plus, his lopsided grin disarmed her.
Without thinking twice, she pulled him by his shirt and kissed him hard, hungrily. Pulling back and reading his face, she nodded and said, "Yes, no harm at all. Shall I meet you in back then?" And without even glancing behind, pranced into the back room of the shop, leaving George to take care of locking up.
The kiss was not unexpected, George had actually been looking forward to a number of those over the coming hour. Or two. Whatever. He was certain that if this story ever got out, the actual timeline of events may slowly increase with each retelling.
He slipped his hands into her hair and across her back for the few moments they were connected, promising a good deal with the touch. "I won't be long."
Closing up was a quick affair even on less exciting nights. Lock the doors, shut off the lights, deal with the money in the morning. Grinning despite himself, he followed through the staff door...
Parvati leaned against George's desk, her long hair loose around her, much messier than usual. She pushed her hair back from her face, and smiled unabashedly at George as she buttoned back up her blouse and straightened her skirt. Well, whatever she thought she'd be getting from Weasley's Weezes, this wasn't what she had in mind, but it certainly did improve her mood.
"Well...that probably wasn't what you had in mind when I asked for a magic trick, but it certainly made me feel better, not sure about you," Parvati said with a laugh. She was sure though, on that front. Something about two people who had a good sense of humor just made it all the better.
George smirked as he peered around for where his shirt had gone. He was sure it got lost after he'd made his way fully through the door, but that part was a little hazy. "Loads better," he said, snatching his discarded shirt off of a work bench. He pulled it over his head and hopped up onto the bench, running his hands over his face and through his hair.
He leaned back against the wall and let out a breath. "Magic trick, that's a good word for it." He winced a little and sat up. "I think I may need bandages, though. Damn, woman." He grinned. "But it sounded like you had fun."
"You didn't seem to be complaining," Parvati said with a bit of a wicked grin. Softening her expression, she pulled him in for another kiss, much softer this time. "I'm not always so rough around the edges, you see." Pulling her hair back into a pony tail, Parvati glanced at the clock on the wall opposite. Damn, she thought. Padma will think I've run off without telling her. With a bit of a sigh, she moved away from George, and asked, "So, punching telescope it is then?" Stopping herself before she just brushed off the encounter, Parvati smiled at George. "You're lovely, you know. I think we both needed that, yes?"
That kiss, so different from the dozens that had come before it that evening, was one he could melt into. He could savor it, pretend for a moment that the world was a beautiful place. Or maybe that was just the afterglow talking. "No complaints from me," he said with a smile when they broke apart. Though he idly wondered how much explaining he'd have to do to his own sister. Assuming she didn't hear everything through the floor, he would definitely be a little tender for a day or two.
He sighed a little and hopped off the bench. His legs worked. Awesome. "Yeah, telescope, trouble is finding a way to work it into everyday conversation."
He smiled back at her and stepped forward to kiss her gently on the forehead. "I sure as hell did, probably will again some day. Thank you."