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George was nervous but he couldn't let that side of himself show because he was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors were brave and reckless and it was silly to feel nervous when going to a party with friends. But, then again, he never had a Grumpy Slytherin tagging along with him to any other party they had.

He knew that if his friends were his true friends they wouldn't care who he was sleeping with but that still didn't squish the fear that they could still react badly. He remembered the way Oliver had reacted. They hadn't spoken for roughly a week after the fight that had ensued when Oliver found out. George didn't really want to experience that horrible feeling again but a tiny part of his mind thought he just might have to.

Arriving at Oliver's, fashionably late, with the pups in toe, George paused before making his way over to the front door. He still held the older Slytherin's hand from when the side-along apparated. "Last chance to back out now, Grumpy." George's voice sounded calm, a complete contract to the buzzing he felt inside.

Impulsive. He had to be impulsive. More like Forge.

He leaned up and gave the Chaser a quick kiss, hoping to encourage the Slytherin, and then moved over to the door, where Nessie and Caff sat patiently waiting for George to come and open it for them. Well, okay, maybe not patiently, Caff was trying to headbutt the door open - that mutt was so like him sometimes - while Nessie seemed to think he could climb the door and was currently staring at the door handle as if he had mind powers to open it.

George chuckled a little at his pups antics. "Okay, okay, you wanna see your friends." George spoke to the pups as if they could understand him, which they could. You ask him, he'll tell you. He put a hand on the door handle, knowing Oliver wouldn't mind if he just let himself in, then shot a small grin at Marcus before pushing it open.

This was going to be one interesting party. One he was sure many would never forget. (Well, depending on how sober they were by the end, of course).