Ok so this is a story I wrote when I was loads younger and not as experienced in writing so if it reads a bit childish then you know why but I only got as far as 3 chapters so it will get more my style (read Black Humour to know what that is or wait for chapter 4 if you don't like twilight).

So as always let me know what you think and enjoy the story :D


"Ha got it! What are you going to do now?" I teased as I took my only chance in 5 minutes to snatch Hermione's diary from her. Hermione got, almost, as into writing in a book as she did reading one.

"Georgina give it back right now! I pause to dip my quill and end up losing my diary. Give it back, I said you can't read it!" Hermione almost begged as she made a grab for her diary. "Who are you talking to? I took it not some imaginary Georgina girl. I'm not going to read it. What are you wanting to keep from me anyway I'm George your best friend." I laughed at the thought of her keeping something from me but apparently the feeling wasn't mutual. "Ha ha of course I wouldn't keep something from you but I don't tell you specifics of how I feel about things. Besides" She told me yanking it back as I concentrated on her too-late-laughter. "You might be in there." She continued with, a now genuine, smirk on her face.

"I wouldn't read it if you had written exactly how you felt about me in explicit detail. It's wrong." I explained "I just took it because you're not listening to me."

"I promise I've only got one more line to write." She pleaded already writing again.

"You've got one minute." I did my impression of Professor McGonagall, folding my arms as tight as possible and pulling my lips as thin as possible while looking down my nose at her.

She gave another real laugh and wrote at full speed.

Thirty seconds later, she put her quill and ink away, looked up at me and said, quite sarcastically "Right you now have my full and undivided attention, happy?"

"Very." I replied smiling. "Did you hear anything I said?" I started. She looked down guiltily. "I'll start from the beginning then." I faked the exasperated tone in my voice. "It's about Ruby." Hermione's head jerked up and she looked at me warningly. "Do you think she… likes Harry?" For a second I doubted whether she would answer truthfully. Hermione and Ruby were the best of friends and told each other everything. Whether Hermione would trust me with one of Ruby's secrets I didn't know. I had never tested it.

Hermione, however, looked down again but this time she was definitely trying to tell me her answer. "Fair enough" I said casually.

"I didn't tell you." Hermione looked up pleading again.

"No you actually didn't." I noticed myself anyway.

"It's five to six." Hermione noticed. "I told Ron we'd be there for six." Hermione put her diary away (on my shelf again), got up and walked over to the door.

I stayed sat on the bed recovering from the sudden and very painful ache in my chest that occurred at her last sentence.

"Come on George we're going to be late as it is." Hermione had turned and seen me still sat down. I faked a yawn and got up to hide the real reason I was still sat down. "I'm coming."

By the time we got to the Entrance hall we were five minutes late and the boys appeared to have given up waiting so we went straight in. Hermione speed walked down one side to go and sit beside Ron so I walked down the other side not wanting to sit next to Mr and Mrs feed-each-other-all-the-time.

Harry moved over to let me sit next to him with the deepest sympathy in his eyes. He was the only one who knew why I didn't want to sit next to Ron.

In almost the same way that Hermione and Ruby told each other everything, me and Harry were pretty close.

Just as I sat down Ruby came in with Lavender and Parvati. I waved to her and then moved up so that she could sit next to Harry. She got the message and whispered desperately to me not to tell him, or anyone for that matter. I gave her a pat on the shoulder and told her she should know me better than that after three years. I don't spread secrets.

Me, Harry and Ruby talked at every chance we got between mouthfuls. I had never realised how non-chalant Ruby could be. Harry got Ron's attention with some difficulty and started talking about the next Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. I was listening quite intently to the conversation, while Hermione and Ruby started talking about the Ball and the dresses they'd seen in 'Steph's' (my sister's dress shop in Hogsmeade), when Hermione wanted another chip from Ron I turned to Ruby. "Has anyone asked you to the Ball yet?" I asked making sure Harry had fully given up on his conversation with Ron.

"Yes about four but they're all either stuck up they're own asses or absolutely disgusting!" She shuddered, obviously reliving a particularly bad experience. "I mean Ernie Macmillan! How pompous can you get!"

"Erm Percy." Harry joked looking rather cheerful about something.

"I suppose but he hasn't asked me." Ruby continued, grinning back. "I bet you've got someone good George. Cedric Diggory? Oliver Wood?" She asked me in a go-ahead-make-me-jealous tone of voice.

"No one." I told her simply as I grabbed a piece of treacle sponge "And Cedric Diggory? Eww!" I imitated her shudder from earlier.

"You're telling me you aren't going to the Ball with anyone yet?" She laughed disbelievingly.

"My thoughts exactly." Said a confused voice from my other side.

I turned my head so fast that I earned myself a crick in the neck. "Ow!" I exclaimed massaging it. "Yes it is true Fred but give me a moment."

It looked like Fred Weasley had been listening in. The pain in my neck had gone, but I kept rubbing because if Fred was about to do what I suspected he was about to do then I didn't want all my friends around. Also Dumbledore had gotten up and not a second later all the food disappeared and he summoned for quiet.

"I expect you are all really excited about the Ball we are soon to be having" Dumbledore said to the hall at large. "Me too. But may I warn you again that no misbehaviour will be tolerated..." the rest of Dumbledore's speech never reached my ears, Ron had caught my eye and was mouthing the words along with Dumbledore. The whole school knew his speech by now.

I was failing so badly at trying not to laugh that I had to fake a quiet coughing fit to stop Professor McGonagall from getting suspicious.

When Dumbledore had finished I dodged Fred and caught up with Ron to tell him off. "You're so evil! McGonagall nearly saw me laughing; you know what my reputation's like with her already!" I scolded sarcastically.

"Oh lighten up! Are you afraid of an iddy biddy detention?" He patronised.

"You know she'd give me a far worse punishment than that."

"For Laughing? She's not that harsh. Well maybe she is sorry."

"You will be… oh what's the use, he can't hear me." He had rushed the last part of his sentence because Hermione was now beckoning him over to her. He was so smitten for her it really irritated the pain in my chest.

Once back in the Common Room my eyes were greeted to the sight of Ron and Hermione sharing one chair and in deep conversation. I heard Harry shout my name from the other end of the Common Room so I wrenched my eyes away receiving another chest pain, not so brief this time, and walked in that direction.

I got half way there when I caught sight of a violent red colour at the bottom of the stairs to the Girls Dormitories and I remembered Fred.

"Anything interesting on the stairs tonight?" I said turning up beside him and making him jump.

"Not really just a lot of Lavender rushing up and down them really." He answered recovering. We both laughed and then silence.

"So earlier I was, there's no point denying it, intrigued by the lack of male escort in your possession." He explained putting on the pompous manner we were talking about before. "And it makes one think to oneself; this simply will not do…"

"Get on with it will you!" I told him laughing until my side hurt more than my chest. "Unless you're about to ask me to go with one of your friends." I explained seriously but with a tear still in my eye. "Then I don…"

"Why would I do that?" He asked obviously offended "I just wouldn't." He said in what sounded to me like a defeated tone.

"Oh sorry I didn't realise… I just… It's just that Diggory did. Many times as a matter of fact..."

"Will you go to the Ball with me then?" Fred asked chuckling at the look of disgust on my face.

"Not if you're going to talk to me like that all the time!" I answered in the same pompous voice.

"My deepest apologise Georgina, would you please do me the honour of accompanying me to the Ball?" He continued bowing deeply and taking hold of my hand.

"Firstly who's Georgina? And secondly I'm going to assume you're talking to me and thirdly I accept."

"I do apologise my lady." He kissed my hand and straightened up "George."

"Fred! I never would have thought of you two going together." Was Ruby's response when I told her who I was going with.

"Me neither but I thought about it and there's pretty much no one else I'd like to go with. Fred's a laugh it'll be fun." I explained. Harry looked unconvinced so I mouthed 'pretty much' to him. "Oh so we're too boring for you are we?" Ruby joked.

"No it's just that I don't want to go with someone who's only got their mind set on looking cool in front of his friends. I want to head-bang." I did a little demonstration just in case they didn't understand. "We can head-bang!" Harry joined in the demonstration.

"This looks like fun. Can we join your little rave?" Ron had turned up hand-in-hand with Hermione.

"I don't know, how's your head-bang?" I asked pretending to judge as he nodded vigorously adding a little bit of air guitar. "I see? Why not. Take a seat."

Hermione, Ruby and me talked about that we were wearing and doing with our hair for the Ball while Harry and Ron were wondering who Harry was going to take to the Ball. "You know I think Lavender's still available." Ron informed Harry.

"And how would you know that?" Hermione asked butting in.

"I do talk to other people you know Hermione." Ron replied. "I didn't find out by her rejecting me so you're ok." He added coolly.

"I didn't think that." Hermione murmured although she did look happier.

"So I've decided I'm going to wear red." Ruby continued as though there hadn't been an interruption. "Good you can have your natural hair colour then." I suggested matter-of-factly. Ruby wasn't called Ruby for no reason. Her natural hair colour was a glorious scarlet colour but she died it brown because she thought she'd look like a freak.

"No I don't want to look like a tomato." She answered running her fingers through her hair paranoid.

"Give it up George we'll never see anything as beautiful as that again." Hermione pointedly told me.

"I guess you're right Hermione." I sighed. "Well book time." I liked to read before I went to bed but with my light on no-one else in the dorm could sleep. As I left for the dormitory to fetch my book I felt Harry's glare on the back of my neck. He hated me reading when everyone was there. He thought it was rude.

Right it's on my shelf, of course, it's under Hermione's diary. Oops it fell on the floor! She shouldn't leave it there then. I'll just close it so she won't think I've read it. Wait? Does that say dump