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She knew he would refuse. He had told her before that he would never let her, but she wasn’t one to give up so easily. Kassie crossed her arms as well, and waited for him to have his say before she voiced hers. She couldn’t believe how difficult he was being about this whole money thing. Why did it matter so much to him? And now he was just going to give her their money, that she hadn’t earned, just to be safe? When he finally finished, she leaned forward to place her folded arms on the table, and looked him straight in the eyes. “First of all… I do know how dangerous it is, that’s exactly why I want to. You think I like knowing that you and Fred are putting yourselves at risk?” She shook her head. “And don’t give me that crap about how you’re George Weasley and how nothing could happen to you because you and I both know that’s not true!” She was being over-protective, but she always was when it came to her friends. It was better that she suffered then any of them. Kassie removed her gaze, and pursed her lips. “And secondly, there’s no way Fred would let you send me money like that,” she said, looking back. She sighed. “Fine. New deal. This right here,” she gestured to the restaurant,” what we’re doing?” She took in a deep breath as she soaked in the atmosphere. “It’s kinda nice to get away from everything…not to mention, I like hanging out with you,” she said, her cheeks tinging ever so slightly. “So I think we should do this more often. I’ll even let you pay for whatever we do if you let mepay you rightfully.” She raised her eyebrows, “Yes?”

“Uh, huh…” She decided to call his bluff so she let out a dramatic sigh like he had gotten his wish. “Well, if that’s how you feel… Then I guess it would be better for me to just leave then…since you no longer desire my presence.” She struggled to suppress her smirk, but it eventually won in the end.

Kassie caught the eye of their waitress, making her way to the table with a pair of glasses, and a sudden idea came to her. An idea that had always gotten her in trouble in the past, but she never cared all that much. “Watch this,” she whispered to George before lifting up the tablecloth as if she were in loss of something and stuck her head underneath. “Here we go,” the waitress said, placing each glass carefully onto the flat surface before pulling out two straws from her apron. She noticed the irregular position, and looked at George and asked, “Has she lost something?” But before George could respond, Kassie poked her head up from underneath the table, only there was something different now. Her hair had changed to a dark red, almost maroon, colour and was now shorter in length and straight; completely different from when they had first walked in. The waitress did a double take, and just stared, trying to remember if it had always been like that or not. Kassie played off her response. “Do I have something in my hair?” she asked innocently, feeling the top of her head as she glanced from the waitress to George. Her words seem to have broke through to the poor, clueless girl because she snapped out of it a moment later. “H-have-have you decided on what you would like to order?” Kassie spoke up first, “Uhm, I’ll just have a Greek salad please.” And with that she smiled and handed over her menu.

George narrowed his eyes when she folded her arms on the table. “Obviously. If you know how dangerous it is, then you know that’s exactly why I don’t want you doing it! I don’t let Ginny do it, Fred doesn’t let Hayley, why would I let you? Nothing will happen to me, Kass. Fred and I have everything covered, we’re not going to let anything happen to us, we’ve been doing it for so long already. We know what’s fatal and what’s not, right? Fred wouldn’t have to know, besides he’s much too busy with Hayley these days to even notice,” He bluffed. They both knew that he wouldn’t hide something that big from his brother. Especially not when it was their shared business.

“So what you’re saying is, you’ll go on dates with me and let me pay for them if I let you pay for whatever it is you want from the shop? Fine, maybe. But you’ll still get an employee discount and that’s twenty percent.” He nodded with a smirk. “Don’t you even, Kass, you know that I…what are you doing?” He asked when she ducked under the table. When she popped back up with dark red hair, George narrowed his eyes at her once more and folded his arms across his chest. The waitress took their order—he ordered some fancy chicken—and left, dumbfounded.

“Kassie, you know I don’t like when you do that! Besides, you’re going to get yourself into trouble. You know she knew what you looked like, and you’re gonna get yourself caught! When you get your wand snapped don’t ask me to do your magic for you.” He laughed.

Kassie sighed. George had always been this way. Well, ever since the summer of her fifth year at least; when he had sided with the opposing party in the argument of letting her and Ginny help rescue Harry. She was still perplexed, as she was then, what had triggered in him that made him feel protective over her. Since she was Ginny’s close friend, did he consider her as another little sister? All she knew for certain was that she didn’t like it all that much. She could handle herself just fine. But the same thing could be said for him…It wasn’t the same! “Oh great. So if you know what’s fatal and what’s not then there shouldn’t be any problem with me helping,” she smiled sweetly at him. He couldn’t just say that it wasn’t safe for her, then turn around and say it was fine for him and Fred; it didn’t work that way. Plus she knew that wasn’t the complete truth anyhow; he had landed himself in the hospital not that long ago testing a potion. “And I could just tell him if you won’t. So there.” She stuck out her tongue, and chuckled quietly.

She had taken a sip of coke, and almost choked on it when he said ‘dates’. Where did he get that word from? She didn’t remember mentioning dates. Coughing a little behind her hand, she cleared her throat so she was able to speak again. “If-if you call them dates, that would imply that you and I are…” She looked away, trying to hide her light blush. “Anyways,” she said, nodding her head. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. And fine, I’ll use the discount. Will you be happy then?” She crossed her arms, still feeling that it wasn’t completely fair on his end.

“You don’t like when I do that?” Kassie asked, smirking slightly. “Why? Cause you can’t?” She giggled as her eyes flickered from her brown to white and back. “Anyways, I’ve done that a million times before, and not once have I gotten caught. I’m sneaky like that.” She winked at the end before laughing more, playing the waitress’s reaction over in her head. It was too much fun being a Metamorphmagus.

“Because it’s different with you, Kass! I don’t want you to get hurt, and I’m not going to let you. Why can’t you just accept that I’m never ever going to let you?!” He sighed, slightly aggravated and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, Fred and I won’t get hurt because well, it’s Fred and I! But I don’t know about you, and I just…don’t want to risk that, okay?” He sighed. She then stuck her tongue out at him and he shook his head, unable to keep the smile away. She was so cute, and he knew he could never stay mad at her even if he tried to.

“Not necessarily.” He said nonchalantly when she choked and blushed. “It would mean that we were going on dates until we decided to do otherwise.” He said, his own cheeks pinkening just slightly. “Yes, I’d be happy then. As long as you let me pay for the dates.”

The fact that he couldn’t change his appearance had nothing to do with why he didn’t like her doing it. He liked her the way she was, yes, it was cool and he understood why she liked to do it, but he liked her how she was and she really didn’t need to change for anything. He simply rolled his eyes at her assumption. “Yes, well, tell me that when you’re officially a muggle.” He smirked and laughed. “I’m only joking.”