A/N: This is my first fic EVER! I was inspired by one of my friends to write it. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and if i said i did I would be sued... Although... I would meet J. K. Rowling... hmmm...

Gnomes

It was late August, only a month before Fred and George's seventh year at Hogwarts. The sun was shining over the make-shift Quidditch pitch near the Burrow. Fred, George, and Alicia were having a last minute Quidditch practice while Fred and George were able to slip away from number 12, Grimmauld Place. They knew it wasn't safe but that had never stopped them before.

After a few more minutes of dodging bludgers, Alicia finally touched down and was quickly joined by Fred and George. The trio wandered down the path leading to the Burrow and entered the Burrow's garden now teeming with gnomes because of the lack of people to clear them. The house looked sad with no occupants but Fred and George dared not go inside for fear of security charms put up by Mrs. Weasley. The last thing they wanted was a scene with the Order.

"So," Alicia said plopping herself down on the blanket Fred had conjured up seconds before.

"That went well," Fred chimed in before Alicia could finish what she was saying. George sat down beside Alicia, careful not to get too close. He nodded in agreement to Fred who in turn summoned the food they had brought with them.

"You seem quiet today George, everything all right?" Alicia asked while reaching into the basket of food and pulling out a sandwich.

"Yeah I'm fine," George muttered softly but in truth, he was trying to muster up the confidence to ask Fred to leave them alone.

As if reading George's thoughts, Fred leaned over to take a sandwich from the basket and then stood up and announced,

"I'll be back in about 10 minutes. I'm going to apparate back to the house to assure Mum we're not dead."

A smile flickered across George's face but was quickly covered up.

"Alright, good thinking," George said passively. Alicia shrugged and continued to eat her sandwich.

Fred dissapparated with a loud crack and George continued to stare at Alicia. Alicia glanced up and George quickly averted his eyes. 'Please don't let her have noticed. Please,' he silently prayed to himself. Alicia looked back down with a small smile playing across her lips.

"Umm… Alicia?" George asked, suddenly unsure of himself.

"Yes?" Alicia replied, barely looking up from her sandwich.

"Do you… umm… want to go out with me?"

The words seemed to spill out, and at once George regretted saying them. She was going to say no. He knew it. She looked up at him, smiling. Why was she smiling? Did she think this was a joke?

"Alright," she said tentatively, still smiling. What should he do now? Should he try to kiss her? Just as his mind was made up and he was leaning over to kiss her,

"AHHHHH!"

George looked up to see a Gnome firmly attached to Alicia's finger and a look of pure terror upon her face.