A/N: Happy Halloween everyone! This is the final chapter of Ask You Out (I still hadn't thought of a better title). It was my birthday a few days ago and I was going to upload it then but decided to upload this on Halloween instead, since Halloween was a special occasion at Hogwarts. So this chapter is kinda long. I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from the Potterverse but I do own the OCs in this story.

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"It-it's no big deal. It was just a kiss, and I punched him for it." Abigail stammered and raised her hand, showing her bruised knuckles. "He caught me off guard, he was probably waiting for me to finish my detention. He asked me to go with him to Hogsmeade again and wasn't too happy when I said no." She explained.

"That sick bastard." Fred snapped.

"I'll-I'll hex him the next time I see him! I don't care anymore!" Neville cried out in frustration.

Abigail smiled at him. "It's alright, Neville." She tried to calm him down but his whole body still shook with anger.

George didn't say anything. His jaw was set like stone and his hand clenched in a fist until his knuckles turned white. He left the room without a single word, stomping his way up to the dorm. Fred glanced after him and, after saying goodnight to the others, he rushed after his twin.

Hermione told Abigail to see Madam Pomfrey first thing in the morning, and volunteered to go with her. Neville said he'd accompany them too if he could wake up early enough. They all retired to their rooms then after cleaning up the twin's forgotten broken cauldron, trying to forget the night's events.

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Next morning, Hermione woke Abigail up and nagged at her until she was done getting ready, when they went down, Neville was nowhere to be seen so they headed to the hospital wing without him. "I can't believe he forced a kiss on you!" Hermione hissed in a whisper.

Abigail flushed and frowned at the topic. She seriously wanted to forget about last night but Hermione seemed to be having fun at the thought that the proud, arrogant Draco Malfoy had a crush on a Gryffindor girl. "Fred wasn't too happy about it though, was he? Or was that George? I didn't even notice they were there!"

"It was George, and neither did I." Abigail answered before she could stop herself. The pure rage that flashed in his light brown eyes was unsettling.

"Oh." Hermione simply mumbled and they walked the remainder of the trip in silence. Only when they arrived by the hospital wing's doorway did she speak again. "You don't think George-" She started but Abigail cut her off. "No, Hermione. I'm pretty sure that's not the case." She hoped she sounded sure of herself because her mind thought otherwise. She wasn't stupid. She had thought that maybe George liked her a little more than just a friend, what with all his not-so-subtle advances, and calling her 'love', and being furious that another guy kissed her last night. But if he really did like her, why hadn't he 'fessed up?

She did a little retake on her thoughts as Madam Pomfrey finally came and tended to her hand while Hermione waited outside. If George did like her, did she like him back? It was the first time she allowed herself to ever think about it, but she couldn't ignore it any longer now that George actually showed signs of jealousy. "That should do it dear, now don't forget to apply the cream after eight hours if it still hurts." Madam Pomfrey instructed her and gave her the ointment. She then dismissed Abigail from the room.

Abigail and Hermione headed to the Great Hall to get breakfast. They bumped into Professor Lupin on the way, who looked like he had a bad case of colds. He told them to hurry along if they didn't want to be late on their first subjects. They took their seats beside Ginny Weasley right across Harry, Ron and Neville. Hermione ate in haste, gulping everything down and when she nearly choked, Harry passed her a goblet of pumpkin juice.

"Hello love." George greeted as he scooted between Ginny and Abigail and pecked the latter on the cheek. Ron sprayed his juice all over Harry while Neville dropped his sandwich onto his lap. Abigail grew beet red and she looked at George as if he grew another head. She darted her head towards the end of the table and saw Fred trying to contain his laughter, his face growing red as well. "I-uh-what?" She stammered.

"Blimey, what the bloody hell are you doing? That is so gross." Ron uttered in bewilderment.

George rolled his eyes at him. "I can greet the girl I fancy in any way I like, Ronniekins." He chimed and turned back to the brown-haired girl. "Now what about you, me, Hogsmeade? You don't mind do you Neville?" He barely even cast Neville a glance as he continued talking, "Great, knew you'd be okay with it. Now love, it's a date, I hope you're as excited as I am." He gave her a peck again and left, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

"What in the world just happened?" Ginny said as she stared at them.

"You have got to be kidding me." Abigail whispered and grabbed her bag and left the Great Hall, seemingly forgetting her appetite. Nearly everyone watched her leave and she caught Fred wink at her when she passed by them, she shot him a dark look in reply.

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The day went by in a blur, homework from Ancient Runes, Transfiguration and Defense against the Dark Arts, and they were to write an essay on Muggle Studies. At least Professor Flitwick didn't give them anything to do on Charms. Abigail sought solace in the library. She didn't want to go back to the Gryffindor common room yet where there was a high chance that George was still in there. She dipped her quill on the ink and continued writing her essay. Hermione wasn't here as well, which she was thankful for. She needed to be alone for the moment since thoughts about a certain ginger-headed twin kept distracting her. Why did he suddenly do that during breakfast? What was the sudden burst of confidence? She kept on wondering.

A chair dragged its way towards her table and someone sat across of her. Abigail looked up and saw her older sister, Charlotte, reading a book. Her long blonde hair spilled in front and covered half of her face. Abigail tore her attention away from Charlotte and continued on her essay. After a few minutes, the older girl finally spoke. "Abigail, are you dating one of the Weasley twins?" She asked.

"No." Abigail answered without even looking up from her work.

"Then what was that during breakfast? Is he bullying you?"

Abigail shook her head. "Apparently, he likes me. Besides, when did you care if I was being bullied or not?" She shot her sister a hard look and leaned back on her chair. "Last time I checked, the lot of you stopped caring when I was sorted into Gryffindor."

Charlotte sighed wearily. "Abigail, don't be ridiculous. We do care about you, you're our sister."

"Well you're terrible at showing how you care."

Charlotte frowned at her. That disappointed frown. Abigail ignored her, she wouldn't be affected by that anymore. If there was anyone who should be disappointed, it was her. She thought family was supposed to accept you for who you are, but her own family didn't seem to. "I heard you got into detention. Why's that?" Her older sister tried to keep the conversation going, but that only irked her more.

"None of your business." She mumbled.

"Abigail I'm just trying to talk to you."

"Then don't. I don't know why you even bothered."

Hurt flashed on her sister's hazel eyes for a moment that made Abigail backtrack a little bit. "I'm sorry." She muttered beneath her breath. "I'm just tired."

"I understand." Charlotte nodded. "I'm sorry too. I just wanted to know if you would like to join me and Elizabeth to Hogsmeade on Saturday. You know, to catch up."

Abigail bit her lip. She wanted to go with her sisters so badly. "I can't." She croaked out. "I think you're aware about a certain Weasley asking me out."

Charlotte's eyes widened and she let out a grin. "Oh, of course. The entire school knows actually, what with that blatant display during breakfast. Tell me, which twin was it? Do you like him back?" She leaned in interest, her own hazel eyes playfully glinted.

Abigail chuckled. It was fun to talk to her sister again like this. She missed it. "It was George." She answered, flushing red at the mere mention of the name. "I don't know if I like him the way he likes me though."

Charlotte quietly squealed in delight. "Oh I know how!" She cried out, earning a look from Madam Pince, the librarian. Her sister's cheeks flushed and she told Abigail to meet her at the first floor girl's bathroom in ten minutes.

Abigail entered the bathroom to find her sisters, Charlotte and Elizabeth talking animatedly in the corner. She cleared her throat and they immediately stopped and turned to her. Elizabeth beamed and ran to her, pulling her into a hug. "I'm so sorry Abbie! I really missed you!" She cried out.

"I missed you guys so much too." Abigail replied and returned the hug. They pulled apart and Elizabeth pulled her to where Charlotte stood, waiting.

The eldest sister pulled out a potion bottle and took of the lid. It looked pretty with its mother-of-pearl sheen and a spiraling steam being emitted. Abigail frowned. "What does it smell like to you?" The older sisters asked her.

Abigail frowned and leaned into the unknown vial. "Is it supposed to smell like something in particular?" She asked but received no reply. "It smells like… like moonflower, and um… wait, vanilla. And…" She stopped. Why did it smell like the blanket she got on Sunday? The blanket that she had yet returned to the owner because she didn't know who it was.

Charlotte and Elizabeth grinned from ear to ear. They didn't force her to tell them what the third smell smelt like but their job was done. "Dad is so going to hate that little prankster." Elizabeth laughed.

"We'll see you around sis." Charlotte chuckled and closed the tube and together with Elizabeth, headed back to the Ravenclaw tower.

Abigail slowly walked back to the Gryffindor common room, her mind in a daze. What was that smell? No, what was that potion? She made a mental note to search about it in the library tomorrow or ask Professor Snape, who still answered her questions, and despite his hatred towards her house treated her fairly well. When she entered the common room, she was glad it was empty. She proceeded to the girl's dorm to get some well-deserved rest.

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The rest of the week passed by uneventfully and Abigail was looking at her reflection in the mirror. "You're actually dressing up for George?" Ginny blurted as she went inside the third year's dorm room. Abigail flushed as she wore a dark blue jacket over her white blouse.

"This is how I usually dress though?" She tried to sound normal but her voice gave a little shake which made Ginny and Hermione chuckle at her. "Well it is a date." She pointed out. "Now if you two would excuse me," She grabbed her wand that rested on top of her bed behind the two girls and left the room.

Neville sat waiting for Abigail at the common room where everyone was hyped about their first Hogsmeade trip. Abigail finally descended the steps of the girl's dorm and saw him. She approached him as her hazel eyes roamed the entire room, no doubt trying to see if her ginger-haired date was present or not.

"Hi Neville." She greeted when she reached him.

"Hey Abbie." Neville grinned at her, "You sure took your time with the get-up."

Abigail smacked his shoulder, "Please, Hermione and Ginny already teased me enough. Anyway, I'm really sorry I can't go with you."

Neville waved, "It's all right, I'm going with Dean and Seamus today but we'll probably see each other there right? I hope you have fun."

Abigail gave him a quick hug. "Thanks Neville, you're the best. I hope you'll have a blast too." She told him and broke the hug. "Oh! Which reminds me, I got your blanket up in the dorm. I'll return it to you later."

Neville furrowed his brows. "But my blanket's up in my own dorm?"

Abigail frowned. "What, are you sure?"

"Neville let's go!" Dean shouted as he and Seamus waited for their friend by the portrait.

"Gotta go, I'll see you later Abbie!" Neville said and sprinted away towards the two Gryffindor boys and they started talking about what they might buy and the shops in Hogsmeade as they left.

Abigail bit her lower lip. She asked Hermione if the blanket belonged to her a few days ago too, but didn't. Neither did it belong to Harry or Ron, and now even Neville's out of the picture. Well not the she wanted it to belong to any of them ever since her little research. She cleared her throat and left the common room and headed to the entrance hall where students lined up, waiting for their turn to leave. She took her line behind a Hufflepuff girl, Hannah Abbott. Someone stood right beside her soon after and took hold of her cold hand. "Didn't even bother to wait for me? I'm touched."

Abigail looked up at the owner of the voice. "Sorry. You didn't say where to meet and I just assumed you…" She stopped as she noticed the amused look he had on his face. She gulped and looked away from him and took her hand from his slowly. If George noticed, he didn't comment.

When it was their turn, Filch checked their names off the list and they went outside into the cool autumn breeze. "So where do you want to go?" Abigail asked George awkwardly. Truth be told, this was her first date, with an upperclassman at that. She and George were friends no doubt but she didn't strike them as that close until recently.

"Well, I thought you'd fancy going to Honeydukes. It's a sweet shop, any type of dessert you want." He happily replied. Abigail nodded, still refusing to meet his eye. She couldn't remember being this nervous before other than the time during the Sorting Ceremony.

They arrived at Honeydukes and it was loaded with students already. Abigail let out a sharp intake of breath at the sweet aroma of the place and her eyes lit up in excitement. "Oh I hope I brought enough money." She mumbled to herself and ventured throughout the shop and looked at all the different sweets.
After a few minutes, George grabbed her by the arm and turned her to face him. "You have got to try this." He held a yellow-ish candy and waited for her. She got the gist and opened her mouth and he popped the candy in and popped one into his own.

Abigail's eyes widened and she nodded at him in approval. "This is amazing!" She told him. The candy was a mixture of something a little sour but sweet. "Is this pineapple?" She asked. George grinned at her and gave her a whole pack.

"For getting it correct you just won a whole pack! Crystallized Pineapples." He laughed. Abigail laughed too and grabbed a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and a few Chocolate Frogs and Wands.

They left Honeydukes carrying two small bags of candy and chocolate and their atmosphere considerably lighter. "Oh try this one." Abigail gave him fleshy-colored bean. George looked at her and took the bean and put it in his mouth. He smirked. "Sausage." He chuckled.

Abigail snapped her fingers together. "Darn it. I thought it was something horrible."

George laughed. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?"

"Maybe?" She mused and threw a bean inside her mouth. "Cauliflower."

George did show her around the village, and followed her inside Tomes and Scrolls, the bookshop where they spent a considerable amount of time, and Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop. "Oh look George, a joke shop!" She pointed at the bright place where students crowded.

"That's Zonko's Joke Shop. That's where Fred and I get all our magic. From Dungbombs to Nose-biting teacups. It's a Hogwart's favorite next to the Three Broomsticks, which will be our next destination."

Abigail raised a brow at him and turned back to the Zonko's. "But don't you want to go in?" She questioned and motioned towards the shop.

George shook his head and grabbed her hand. "I've been in there a billion times already. Besides, Fred and Lee would get what we need, no problem. And we wouldn't want to bump into them now, do we?" He told her and led her to the Three Broomsticks. On the way there, they bumped into the worst group of people to ever bump into.

"Didn't know your taste was leaned towards Weasels, Quartz." Draco sniggered at her. He noticed the bags they were carrying. "That's a lot of stuff, bet you had to pay for everything since red-head here couldn't afford a penny. If you were with me, you wouldn't have to pay for anything at all." He gloated. His face still had a little bruise from the last time she punched him. Crabbe and Goyle sneered evilly in amusement.

George flushed all throughout his face and ears. Abigail squeezed his hand, which made him look at her in surprise. "The people who I go out with is none of your business, Draco." She said in a hard tone and pulled George away.

"I don't know why I even bothered asking you to come with me today. You're just a blood-traitor like them! You ugly, mud-haired blood traitor!" He called after them.

"Well you certainly didn't think I was ugly when you forcibly snogged me last Wednesday!" Abigail retorted, loud enough for other students to hear. Giving emphasis that she was forced to it. Draco looked at her in bewilderment and she smirked triumphantly and intertwined her arm with George's who looked at her like she was some sort of beautiful alien.

George and Abigail laughed heartily as they downed their butterbeer. "You're wicked Abbie, did you see the look on Malfoy's face? He looked absolutely scandalized."

Abigail smacked the table as she laughed, it was all too funny. "The best part is, he won't be telling his father about it any time soon unless he wants to embarrass himself any further." She stated, "My father will hear about this!" She imitated Malfoy's most iconic phrase.

George buried his flushed face in his hands and laughed even louder. "Bloody hell, you're such a savage."

Abigail pressed the tip of the bottle of her butterbeer on her lips but didn't drink as she smiled jubilantly at her ginger companion. All awkwardness and nervousness seemed to be gone and she really was enjoying herself.

It was getting dark by the time the duo started their way back to the castle. They heard someone whistle behind them and before they could turn, someone ran past Abigail and practically shoved her to the side. George caught her just before she hit the ground and still held her as he shouted at his twin brother for being a prick, which Fred replied with laughter and gave him a thumbs up. Lee, Angelina, Katie and Alicia followed closely behind the other twin and they were trying to contain their obvious mirth.

Abigail cleared her throat and George immediately let go of her. Her face was flushed and she fell silent as they continued to walk. "I'm sorry about Fred. He's an ass sometimes." George apologized.

She shook her head. "No, no it's fine." She bit her lower lip. "George, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did?" He chuckled.

Abigail could feel a smile tugging at the end of her lips. "Are you wearing cologne?"

George burst out laughing. "What? No, I'm not." He wiped the tears at the corner of his eyes from laughing. He never heard such a weird question before.

Abigail, on the other hand, didn't find anything funny at all and she gulped, a thump was starting to form in her throat and her heart started beating wildly. If George didn't use any cologne then it must be just him with that certain smell. That distinct smell that also came from the blanket in her dorm room. She desperately tried to keep the research she'd done about the potion Charlotte made her smell the other day out of her mind.

Amortentia was the most powerful love potion in the world. It had a different aroma for everyone who smelled it, reminding that person of the things that they found most attractive, even if the person doesn't acknowledge or was unaware of their fondness for the object of their affection themselves.

It was George's scent. Realization hit her like a bucket of ice cold water during winter. They stopped walking just a few feet away front the castle doors. "Today was fun." Abigail said and finally munched up the courage to look at him. "I'm glad you were my date." She bit her lower lip.

George ruffled his hair, "Ah bloody hell." He breathed out and pulled Abigail and smashed his lips to hers. The initial shock swept Abigail off her feet, literally. She wrapped her arms around his neck just to keep herself from falling and returned the kiss.

They broke for air, their faces flushed and warm. "Been wanting to do that for a while now." He admitted.

"Uh-huh." Abigail blurted as a reply in a daze.

"We should do this more often." He let out a dry laugh and offered his hand to her.

Abigail took it. "Absolutely." She smirked. "Does this mean we're together now?"

George kissed her again. "Does that answer your question, love?" Abigail smacked him on the shoulder for being a cheeky bastard.

They've been together ever since.

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A/N: So that's the end for this story! I still do have a lot of scenarios left for Abbie and George and I'll probably be doing a couple of one-shots about them in the future, so stay in tuned! Please review! It would mean a lot. Thanks and 'til next time!