Rachel's hair blew wildly in the wind while she flew around the quidditch pitch. She threw a feeble goal towards the hoops and it missed while she cursed herself.

Why did she have to like George Weasley?

It was just some crazy messed up love life she had been stuck with. She thought back with anger at her actions during the Yule Ball the night before.

"I hate Christmas," she muttered, as the seen played out in her head for the hundredth time.

The two of them snuggled closer to each other while the cold winds blew past them. She looked up at his green eyes while he grinned at her.

"Nice dancing, Miss Ethans," he purred.

"Not too bad yourself,"

"So what do think of the Tournament so far?"

"Krum's hot. Very hot. Tres chaud. Mucho calie-, " he put his finger on her lips.

"I get the picture,"

"But you're pretty cute too,"

"Really?" he leaned in so close she could feel his breath on her neck.

"Yeah," she closed what little space they had between them as she kissed him sweetly on lips. She looked up at him expectantly.

"Rachel. Why did you do that?"

She froze momentarily before turning away from him. "I don't know…"

"Hey you! Up there you crazy girl!" yelled a voice snapping her out of her dream. She looked down with an amused expression on her face.

"Hello to you too, Roger. Next time you can just call me Rachel like a normal person,"

"Guess what I heard happened after the ball last night?"

"Uhh.."

"Angelina and Fred were in the bathroom making out,"

"Sometimes I'd swear you're gay Roger," she stuck out her tongue at him.

"Nope! The Davies is as straight as ever,"

"You reeeally don't wan't me to answer that," she laughed landing roughly on the pitch. She leaned down on the snowy grounds while he stared back up at her. His black hair fle about at his sides as he shivered.

"Can we go back inside now?" he pleaded pulling at her arm. She reluctantly agreed and brushed the snow off her sides as she got up.

"Fine, fine. But you better let me copy your Charms homework,"

"No way! You gave me wrong answers for the Astronomy homework," he wailed. "Sinistra gave the cruelest look and was so sure that I was a cheat,"

"That's your problem not mine," she insisted, rolling her eyes at him as the two of them walke up to the castle.

George's POV

I stared blankly at the Transfiguration essay I was supposed to be completing that day. All I had written so far was the first sentence:

It is my opinion that the inter-breed transfiguring of Chortlebrugers is...

I sighed loudly. Why did I say that to Rachel? Could I have been more harsh? She was practically in tears when she left that night. I've never seen her cry like that since Oliver Wood broke up with her.

"George you still working on that bull?" Fred asked me while he held Angelina's hand protectively. The two of them were like siamese 'twins'. It almost made me sick.

"Yes, Fred. Not all of us are carefree and lovesck,"

"Ooh is someone feelin down and out 'cause he's a coward for love?"

"Get off my case," I ignored him grumpily.

I was not angry with myself. I didn't do anything wrong. Right?