The summer before my fifth year, my parents arranged for me to stay at my best friends' home, the Burrow, home to notorious pranksters and my best friends, Fred and George Weasley. Two days after the Hogwarts Express brought us home, I was packed and ready to go. Because I'm not yet 17 years of age, we had to use Floo Powder and take all of my stuff as well.
"Alright, that looks like the last of it," Mrs. Weasley said. "Now, since Bill is in Egypt for Gringotts now, you'll be staying in his room, ok Livy?" Livy, my preferred name, short for Lavinia. It's such a beautiful name, I'm glad my parents chose that.
"Yes, that's perfectly fine," I smiled.
"Alright dear, go ahead down to Fred and George's room to do whatever it is you three do," she said rolling her eyes.
"Thank you for letting me stay here again," I told her as I ran down the stairs.
"'Bout time you got down here," Fred said. "We were just thinking about some items for our future joke shop, even though mum doesn't know about it yet," we all laughed at that. "So far we have the idea of skiving snackboxes, for our fellow Hogwartians. So in those we've thought of Puking Pastilles and Fever Fudge," Fred told us. Suddenly, I had an idea.
"Hey Fred," I said, "what about Nosebleed Nougat? Gives the eater a nosebleed heavy enough to get you out of class."
"Great idea Livy, I'll put that on our list. Unfortunately though we don't have the money to fund our ideas yet, but we do have an idea of what they look like, one half makes you sick, the other half cures you." I thought about that for a moment and then nodded my head in agreement.
The rest of the summer flew by with backyard Quidditch and planning for our future shop. But something strange was happening to me, not just because mass-murderer Sirius Black was on the loose again, no doubt trying to finish his master's work and kill Harry Potter. But it was how I'm starting to feel about George, it seems like whenever I'm near him or accidentaly touch him, my heart beats a little faster. If I am to be honest with myself, I am falling in love with George Weasley.
A few days before we were to leave for Hogwarts again, we were to stay at the Leaky Cauldron with Harry and Hermione. We also had to get our books and replenish our potions supplies in Diagon Alley. When we were ready to leave, Mr. Weasley ushered us into the Ministry's magically expanded cars. Of course I was the one who got squished in the back seat between Fred and George
"Alright you lot, here we are. Now then, Livy, you'll be with Ginny and Hermione, Ron with Harry, Percy by himself and Fred with George. We will take our luggage to the rooms and get sorted out. When you are done, you are to WAIT by the gateway, do NOT go through it," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Come on Livy! Let's go!" Fred and George both said as they pulled my arms in opposite directions. Naturally, I went out the side that George was on and when he pulled me out, I noticed that he held on to my wrist just a fraction of a second too long and made me wonder, just maybe he loves me too.
After settling in with Ginny and Hermione, the three of us proceeded down to meet the rest of the Weasleys and Harry. When we got down there, the only other people waiting were Fred, George, and Harry.
"I've already got my books and things," Harry said.
"And we were told to wait here for everyone else," Fred said, "otherwise we'd be somewhere mum would never let us go; Knockturn Alley, jokeshop ingrediants," he said as a response to the looks on Harry, Hermione, and Ginny's faces.
A few minutes late, however, everyone else arrived and we set through the archway into Diagon Alley.
"Alright everyone," Mrs. Weasley said, glaring at me and the twins, "remember that you are to remain in Diagon Alley ONLY! I of course can merely advise Harry, Hermione, and Livy to do the same. Meet back here in three hours."
I knew where I was going first; Zonko's in Diagon Alley. Soon enough though, we caught up with Lee Jordan, my other best friend. The four of us walked towards Zonko's for a while, picking things up on the way before George pulled me aside for a moment.
"You two go on ahead, we'll catch up to you," George shouted as he waved them on. "Can I talk to you?" George asked me.
"Yeah, of course, do you want to talk in here?" I said, gesturing to the small pub on our right.
"Yes, that'd be fine, say we sit at the corner table?"
"Sure, butterbeer?"
"That sounds wonderful, two butterbeers please," George told the waiter.
"So what did you want to talked about?" I asked as the butterflies flew into my stomach.
"Well…..well I wanted to talk about us. Like where we stand as friends and how I feel about you and you about….me…." he trailed off. Just as I was about to say something, he spoke first, cutting me off. "Livy, I can't beat around the bush anymore and I think I've seen it coming for a while now but I ignored it," he said as he looked down and then looked back up solemnly at my eyes. "Livy, I love you." When he said that, so many thoughts flew in and out of my head and spun around in my brain yearning to come out.
"George," I said, "I can honestly say that I love you too," and at that precise moment, George smiled and kissed me full on and I kissed him back. His arms were on my waste and my hands went to his long soft flaming hair. Thankfully no one paid us much attention.
When we broke apart, I leaned my head onto his shoulder and spoke softly; "Hey George, I don't want anyone to know about 'us' yet, let them catch us in the act, we'll both get a good laugh at the shock on their face. Especially if it's Fred." I laughed at the thought. "Perhaps we should go catch up, otherwise they'll get suspicious." We gathered all our things, which included a lot of our school things, and shared one last sweet kiss before proceeding to Zonko's in Diagon Alley.