Firewhisky really burn going down, did you know that? I certainly didn't. And do suit's of armour appologise for stepping into your path? Not at all. But do red headed boys make great saviours? You bet on it.
 
 

Why must I be harrased by that stupid Durmstrang Boy? Why must I NEED a date to the Yule  Ball? And why must I continue on falling over in front of that stupid gorgeous ginger?


Did I say gorgeous? I meant annoying.
 
 
 
 

Girl time with Kelly and Laura gets really confusing, I get asked out by the wrong ginger, and did I really just befriend Hermione Granger?
 
 

I bring the meaning to "all dressed up with no where to go" because guess what? I don't have a date! You know why? Because tonight isn't about dancing for me! It's about breaking into the library with Geroge Weasley. Do I mind? Not at all...
 
 

Mrs. Weasley is pretty amazing, though George might not think so after that Howler she sent him.

And Snape? He has to be the most evil man in history, enough said.
 

Best valentines day/ birthday ever...... not
 

Sometimes, I truly wonder what I would do without my friends? A break-up AND attack from some nasty Slytherin boys? Hows much more is a girl supposed to be able to handle?

I will not appologize for what I did to Lavender though. 

Another Hogsmead Trip, another date to be made. I swear, I've never been this popular witht he lads before. But that's ok, because I'm certianly not popular with the Beauxbatons girls either. 

Really world? What other curve-balls could you throw at me? Honestly, just when I think everything's looking up, I find out I'm being dangled upside down by my toes.

But do you know what the worst thing about it is? Now I have to agree with the voice in my head. What a blow to my pride.
 

Where I experience unwelcome memories, welcomed embraces, and head to the Burrow for the summer.
 

You know, for the King of Pranks, George Weasley really has a soft side...

There's no hope in running, and no place to hide. I might as well just sit, rhyme, and wait to die.
 

It was hard to believe that I was back... that he was back. That we were back together again and didn't have anything to worry about. It fact, it seemed too good to be true.
 
 
 

Well, as it turns out, Laura has taken quite a bit of a fancying to Neville. I don't know how anyone could be thinking of starting  a new relationship with Umbridge breathing down our necks... Good thing we have Hermione to help us out with her though.

 

It had been one year. Not since we were official, but since I realised how much I cared for him. So of course, you can cue a reluctant and worried boyfriend, horrific black outs, and being caught by a Professor.
 

After what had happened on the Knight Bus, I had to do it. I couldn't take it anymore. I refuse to be locked up. It's not like it will hurt anyone. And I mean, I'm sure you would have done the exact same thing if you were in my position. They shouldn't have made the room so easy to get into. I didn't do anything wrong.

But let's not tell George about it, okay?
 
 
 

Although I can't remember the things I don't want to remember, it's also taking a toll on the things I want to remember as well. But it seems that I won't be needing to practise my patronus' very soon, seeing what happened and all.

And that's where George gets my chocolate from!...... I wonder if they'll ever find Montague?

Another hallucination, another round of pain, another lie, another conversation with myself, all to get another bottle. Lately, this seems to be another ordinary day.
 

Of course George would recruit me to help him move into his new flat! I mean, because I'm a girl I'm going to be bloody fantastic at cleaning, right? Well, fortunatly for him, I'm the perfect cliché.

But the time alone gives me some time to think. Things are realised, conclusions are drawn, and actions insue in what George would only call 'Getting clean, and then getting dirty.'

Warning! This chapter contains extremely steamy and sensual material.
 

I swear that boy is getting more bonkers every day, but I guess that's what I signed up for, yeah? Of course, that's not the only thing on my mind. There's future career options in mind, along with a very vivid daydream.

Or at least, that's what I thought it was.
 

Checklist of things to do:

1) Get at least an E in NEWTs potions.... Which requires me actually being in the class in the first place.

2) Fight my way through rivers of homework

3) Question my sanity for actually being willing to do the previous task

4) Not take the potion.......
 

Dear Acelynne,

School must be keeping you really busy, yah? Seeing as your last letter was approximately two lines long.........
 
 
 

George and Jacobson never expected Ace to look that that when she came home. When she came home, they didn't expect her to leave her room. When she left her room, they didn't expect her to eat.

Sometimes, it's better to expect the unexpected.

 
 

The world had gone black, and stayed black for a very long time. It was like I had been like being in a walking dream, completely detatched from the world as we know it.

But then we wake up and realise, nothing was okay when we fell asleep in the first place.
 

Some truths were better left untold, like Ramsey's. Some questions are better left unasked, like Laura's. But there are some things you should always tell your friends, RIGHT KELLY?

 
 

 At first came the panic, knowing that I screwed up yet again. But then came the relief of no longer having a secret. That the most powerful wizard in the word was willing to help me. A giant weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. It was no longer my responsibility to protect my friends. All of my problems had virtually been solved.

And it all started with me leaving. 

Several things had become all to familiar to me. Sadness. Departure. Secrets. Danger. And no matter how long I was away from him, so was George.

Leaving our secret hide-out to head back to England in search of other members of the Order? Ya, sounds like a great idea. I can't imagine what would be so difficult about that at all. 

Approaching the castle this time felt different, more final than it ever had before. I would have never thought, crossing the lake on our first day, that it would all have come down to this. 

How does George cope with such a massive loss? This is the final chapter of 'I'll Catch You'. Thank you for reading.