AN: I know, I suck. But I promise that I have the next chapter of both Labyrinth and Vampire Academy written. I just need to type it. And on UO, I have an idea for the next chapter. I am changing NW to a series of oneshots involving either new soulmate couples (ex. Miles/Iliana). I have finally started chapter one! Expect in a few days! I also have a Fictionpress story that I am going to get up in a few days. It's about a girl who can control fire and makes a bet not to fall in love with the arrogant new kid (He happens to be a vampire!). I have decided to delete my GG story. My beta (and sister), Gummy Worms3, is writing one and I am helping her with it. Not like cowriting, but she is bouncing ideas off me. I apologize, but I just can't come up with an idea of my own. Anyway, on with my NEW story. (Sorry).

Chapter One: Best Mates, Nothing More

"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY! What the HELL is wrong with you?" Seventeen year old Alicia Spinnet yelled at the redheaded twin.

"Nothing, Ali, dear."

"Oh, so there wasn't a reason to randomly jump on my stomach? And then tickle me?"

"I like tickling you. You fight back. No one else does."

"I guess there is a reason I am your best mate."

"It's because I'm so gorgeous."

"Nice, Georgie, nice."

"Leesh, you know he doesn't like to be called that."

"By anyone but me, Frederick Gideon Weasley. Me! I feel special."

"You definitely are, darling."

"George! That wasn't nice," Alicia yelled, tackling the twin. The pair wrestled on the floor for a few minutes before Fred, George's twin, and Angelina, Fred's girlfriend and Alicia's best female friend, broke them apart.

"You guys need to stop that. You know the number of people that think you two are a couple."

"Fred, we have been best friends since we were five! They will think what they want to think! And I really could care less."

"I agree with Ali." I love it when he calls me that. Everybody at Hogwarts knows not to call me Ali. Only George is allowed. God, I love him. I have since fourth year! I can't ever tell him. Who knows what will happen to our friendship? I know, I'm the chaser. The chaser takes risks to do what they want. This is one risk I'm not willing to take, though. I value his friendship too much. I remember when this whole thing started. I was fourteen. We were already good friends. That year I developed this tiny crush for my best mate. Over the years, my feelings grew stronger. Now, at seventeen, I am in love with him. I've only told two people. Angelina and Katie Bell, my other female best friend. They assure me that he feels the same, but I don't believe them. Why would he love me? I'm a tall, not very pretty girl with thick, curly, dark auburn hair. There isn't anything special about me. Generally, I am confident. I have no problems sharing my opinion with other people, but I can't do anything that would hurt George. The thought of him in pain makes my stomach feel almost hollow.

"Alicia? Are you okay? You were zoning out for a minute."

"I'm fine. I'm just going to go for a walk, clear my head. "

"Can I come, Ali?"

"George…"

"Alicia, stop whining and let me come with you."

"All right." The pest that I was going on a walk to escape followed me out the portrait hole. We walked downstairs and headed to the entrance hall. I walked out the front doors and he followed. For the first several minutes, we walked in silence. Finally, I decided to speak,

"George, why did you follow me?"

"You are my best friend, Ali. I care about you."

"Thanks. And, just so you know, I care about you too."

"I can't believe it is almost Christmas of our seventh year."

"I know. It's flown by so fast. I can't wait to see your family again. I miss your Mum. She is like a mother to me."

"Does that make me like your brother?"

"No, George, you are way more important to me than a brother."

"Really? How would you react if I were to do something fitting to this not-brother relationship of ours?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"A kiss?"

"Hmm…I think I would be up for that. I couldn't kiss a brother, but you happen to not be one."

"Well played, Ali." He whispered as his lips touched mine.

AN: Sorry it's short, but I wanted to get it up. For my view of Alicia, search Amber Tamblyn on Google images.