(a/n): Hi all! This is G. Weasley starting off our new Story idea. F. Weasley and L. Jordan will be adding there chapters in turn. Hope you like what we come up with. If not, oh well, at least were having fun. Right! Righto! So step right up and take a spell off. Or was that step right up and cast a spell? Anyhow. R/R and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own none of these names, dates, places or events. The story idea is a combination of three odd friends who wanted to have some fun. Rowling is the true mastermind behind these stories and I praise her daily for her great ness. ::Bows to her greatness:: Were not worthy! Were not worthy!

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She sighed, wandering out towards the Quidditch pitch. Everyone had gone to the Hogsmede trip for this weekend, so the school seemed a bit, empty. Katie Bell thought it was a bit too quite though. She had to serve a detention today, which meant missing this time around to Hogsmede.

After serving her lame detention with Madam Pomfrey, scrubbing bed pans (she was lucky, considering Jade Summers had scrubbed them the day before), she decided to go do a bit of Chaser practice. Flying was always an exhilarating and rejuvenating feeling for her. Taking out her old Clean Sweep 300 and an old pair of practice robes, Katie was ready to relax the only way she knew how. Practice.

As she stepped out of the locker room adjacent to the Pitch, she noted a sound of wood smacking metal. Looking up, she had just enough time to duck a flying Iron Bludger as it came speeding towards her head. "Ah!" She covered her head as she ducked. The Bludger flying around and away, headed for the person that hit it in the first place.

Looking up Katie saw a red headed boy, zigging and zagging about, letting the bludger chase him a bit before he turned and smacked the iron ball once more. It went flying towards the other end of the pitch, and actually went through the center goal post. Clapping, Katie watched the red head lower to the ground to meet her. "Impressive George."

George Weasley hoped off his broom and gave a bow. "Thank you, thank you, no autographs, please." Smirking lightly he gave a wink to Katie. "How did you know it was me? Maybe I'm Fred."

There was a smile on her face for a moment, "Because your brother Fred doesn't have as good of accuracy as you do. Well, that and I remember hearing what you were doing for Fr-- Look out!" She ducked back, covering her face slightly as she watched George turn suddenly, only to take the Bludger hard into the chest, throwing him to the ground to wrestle around with the iron ball.

"Mind. er. getting the. arg . box?!" He said as he struggled with the live ball. Katie ran over and grabbed the equipment box, dragging it over closer to George. He had gotten to his knees, sort of, and as the box was close enough, he slammed his body down and forged the Bludger into the allotted space, locking it down with a swift motion. Huffing he pushed the lid of the trunk down and fell backwards on the ground. "Some times I wish there was a off spell for those. I mean, blimy, if we can enchant them to knock the heads off people on brooms, you would assume we could enchant them to be turned off too."

Chuckling lightly Katie moved over to set on the trunk, smirking down at George. "At least being a Chaser is easier. All I have to worry about is keeping the Quaffle from hitting the ground and scoring a easy 10 points."

He gave a soft huff then turned to look at the auburn haired girl with one of those patented Weasley rogue smiles. "So, what was it you were saying? How did you know it was me? I think I heard complements. Something about my accuracy being better then my twin. And that I'm more handsome, more fun and funny. Did I also hear something about how dashing my smile was?" he flashed one of these of course.

A snort and roll of dark gray eyes showed what the girl thought of this. "The first part, yes. But all that other gibberish is a bunch of hogwash and hooey." She said poking him with the end of her broom with a laugh. "But as I was trying to say, I heard what you did for Fred and Angelina. That was awfully sweet."

The boy batted at the broom for a playful second as he slowly turned red in the face, but if it was genuine or a forced blush (she knew he could do that) Katie didn't know. "Aww shucks Miss. Bell. You flatter me so. It was nothing." He had said as he propped him self on an elbow to rest his head as he looked up at the girl.

"Nothing my ass. If I had a twin sister that looked just like me, I wouldn't have done -her- detention just so she could go on a date." The girl said as she stood and sent a hand down, offering to help George up.

"That, "he said taking Katie's hand and dragging him self up to his feet with her help, "Is the difference between you and me." Pausing he gave a laugh and wink. "Well that and the fact that you're a girl, and I'm a guy. You have brown hair and I don't you ---" His mouth was covered and he hushed up once more, thought smiling.

George Weasley, do not start to name ever single thing that makes us different. again. Last time we determined that the only thing we have in common is age, house and year. So just shhh." Katie said as she let her hand drop from the red heads mouth, and a second later mounted her broom.

"There's more then that! We both have a good since of humor, though yours seems to be lacking a bit, and." He stopped as he caught the look on Katie's face. Giving her a wink he mounted his broom and flew up to meet her. "Okay, okay, enough already. I know when to stop." He looped around to hang from his broom like a sloth as he hovered near by. "Are you going to practice? Or just flying?"

"Well I was going to practice, but since I'm the only chaser here, I guess ill just fly about for a bit. Unless. hay George, wanna toss the Quaffle around a bit?" She asked with a hopeful grin.

"Thought you would never ask." The red head said as he swooped back up onto his broom and back down to the trunk, soon grabbing the red Quaffle. A moment later he was back up next to her, grinning. "Let's play." And he took off, speeding on ahead with the ball.

Katie laughed as she dashed off after him, swooping in on his left side before shaking his vision and sneaking up on his left. She soon grabbed hold of the Quaffle from under George's arm and took off for the other end. The two stole the ball back and forth, or passed it to each other for a good hour, testing each other's skills. Katie had the ball now, and she was determined to keep it away from George no matter what. She had just about pushed him off his broom one time even, but he stayed on, and she kept the Quaffle.

Reaching the other goal ends, she sent the ball sailing through a hoop hearing a 'bing' as she made a score. She looped around and grabbed the Quaffle, tucking it in under her arm. "Yeah! That's 90 to 70!" She looked about for George; suddenly feeling that had been too easy. "Hey, where did you g-Ah!"

Feeling arms wrap around her waist, Katie screamed and flailed her arms, losing the Quaffle as it dropped to the ground below. She had been yanked off her broom by those arms and pulled backwards, into someone what was laughing almost uncontrollably. George had snuck up behind the girl and grabbed her from behind, yelling "Gotcha!"

Pounding her hands on the boy's hands she yelped. "Oh! You're evil, evil, evil George Weasley! I could have fallen."

He frowned, tightening his grip on her, though he still was chuckling a bit. "Katie! I would never let you fall, but if you keep hitting my hands like that you're going to be thrown off soon. I swear I won't let you fall."

The girl stopped, though held her hands tightly onto George's arm, disliking this feeling of having no control over the situation. She liked to have her own broom. so she controlled where and what she was going to do and go. "Just, let me done. Please."

"Awe Katie. I'm hurt. You don't trust me?" He said with a snicker as he started to steer the broom into a circle, trying to scare the girl more.

"George!" She said almost stressing his name so badly through tightly bitten lips that it shocked George to a stop.

He hovered there blinking as he looked at the girl. "Katie, I swear, I won't let go of you." He said softly as he tightened his grip around her waist.

Stiffening as he suddenly stopped and spoke, Katie leaned back into him, still wishing to either have her broom back or her feet on the ground. "I, I, I know, but. please." She had turned her head to look over her shoulder, just as George turned more towards her as well. Both almost run into each other's face.

Being so close, the two just blinked at each other for a moment; a moment that seemed to last for minutes. Finally George swallowed hard and nodded, lowering the two to the ground. He felt his feet touch the sandpit of the Quidditch pitch, but he hadn't taken his eyes off the dark grays that stared back at him.

She was surprised at how clear his eyes looked as she stared into his hazel gaze. She also hadn't realized that she actually did feel safe being held so tightly by the boy. He feet had hit the ground, making her blink for a second. He had brought her back to the ground! Standing straighter she finally took her eyes off his, turning again, only to feel his arms still wrapped about her waist. "George?"

He watched her turn away, but still looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. When had Katie Bell turned into a real girl? "hum?" he said in reply to hearing his name.

"You. um.. you can let me go now." She said softly.

"Huh? Oh!" he released his arms from around her, letting the girl go as he stepped back. "Sorry." He said blushing for a second. There was an awkward silence for a moment before he cleared his throat. "See! I told you I. er, wouldn't let you fall." He gave her a good old Weasley smile before taking hold of his broom. "Um. ill go get the Quaffle while you retrieve your broom." Turning he headed for where the red ball had landed in the Pitch.

The rest of the time out in the Pitch was as if they had a silent understanding that, well, nothing happened. And that would be correct! Nothing -did- happen! After another hour of good practice, the two headed back to the Gryffindor Common rooms and slowly found each of their friends. From the sounds of it, Hogsmede had some interesting problems in its own self.

(a/n) Okay people! Here is the sad lil beginning. Not too good I know. But I'm working on it. Let me. or I should say Us, know what you think about it. ~G. Weasley ^_~