I don't own the characters you recognize, they belong to JK Rowling, or the story title, it's from Hotel Transylvania. I do own Bromley, Maggie, Sam, Karlee, Ariel, and Kathy Gibson.

Oh yeah, this sort of correlates with my other story from a while back, One of the Boys. Some things will be different, but it's basically the same time period.

George's Point of View:

I wasn't the type to be enthralled by a girl, or at least that's what I like to tell myself. That was until I met Bromley Chambers my fourth year. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen in my entire life. She had golden hair and eyes the color of sapphires. But I think my favorite thing about her was her smile, it was so enticing and addicting that I wanted it all the time with no pauses in between.

Here I am at the Quidditch World Cup and she's all I can think about. If Fred knew he'd never let me hear the end of it so I made sure to keep it under wraps. Well it wasn't like he wasn't the same way when it came to Ariel. I actually think he was worse most of the time considering we spent most of our time with her.

Speaking of Fred and Ariel, I hadn't actually seen them in a while. I'd gone out on my own exploring and was now sort of lost. Before I could think too much about it someone slammed into me. They weren't very heavy so I easily righted the both of us.

"I'm so sorry, but my friends pushed me over here. They said that I had to snog you," the girl said in a rushed voice. "But if you think that's weird or something I can leave and we can act like this never happened."

I looked down and saw that the girl was Bromley. Her cheeks were pink and her smile was dazzling as she looked up at me with her hands shielding her eyes from the sun above. I thought about saying something, but knew that I'd muck it up so I didn't, I just acted.

I reach out and cupped her cheeks in my hands, bringing our lips together. It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before. Her lips were soft and she was standing on her tiptoes to reach me. Her hands found their way to my hair and knotted themselves it as we both lost ourselves in the kiss.

I hadn't realized I was moving until my back was flush against a tree. She was pretty strong for such a small girl. I admired that.

Something wet and cold splashed onto us and I, on reflex, pushed Bromley away from me. She shrieked and I saw her glaring at me. I looked away from her intense glare and saw that Fred and Ariel were standing there and Fred had an empty bucket in his hands.

I tore my eyes from the pair of them in time to see Bromley angrily stomping back over to her friends. They enveloped her and glared icily at the lot of us before walking away. I wanted to go after her and apologize, but I knew that would only make things worse so I let her go.

Bromley's Point of View:

"I can't believe they did that!" I shrieked as Maggie and Sam wrung my wet hair out. "That was so embarrassing."

"It's not that bad, really, if you think about it. George is already mad about you, that kiss just cemented it," Sam said, rebraiding my fringe back.

"I doubt it after that. I looked like a drowned rat," I cried, covering my face with my hands. "How will I ever show my face again?"

"I highly doubt something as trivial as that would make George stop liking you," Karlee said, bringing her mum over to dry my hair. "Isn't that right, mum?"

"If this boy really adores you like Karlee says he does, then this won't even matter," she said, holding her wand and drying my hair. "And if it does, then he's not worthy of your time, love."

That was Kathy Gibson for you. She was an amazing person and the closest thing I have to a mother. See, my mum died of cancer when I was young and it was just me and my muggle father. I loved him dearly, but sometimes a girl needed a woman's input on things, you know?

"Thanks, Kathy, I really appreciate it," I said, hugging her tightly.

After that Maggie, Sam, Karlee, and her mum all made our way up to our seats. We bought enough things to send all of our parents into debt before the game even started. I looked down the rows to see a familiar set of redheads. Lovely, the Weasleys were within sight.

I poked Maggie and joked, "As if my luck wasn't already suckish enough, the Weasleys are right down there."

"Just ignore them and focus on the sexy Irish Quidditch players," Sam said, wrapping a reassuring arm around my shoulders.

Just as she said that the Irish broke out of the side and I swear one of the players winked at me. Maggie must have seen it too because she shrieked and grabbed my hand. He was a chaser and his name was Troy, I had his poster on my wall at home because he was a total babe.

The game was insane; the Bulgarian team even brought Veela as their mascot. The Irish won even though they didn't catch the snitch. I don't think I've ever seen such an amazing game in my life. It had my blood pumping and me chomping the bit to get back to Hogwarts and back on my broom. I was the seeker for the Ravenclaw team.

I was walking back to the tent with Sam, Maggie, and Karlee when someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around to see that the chaser from earlier was standing there with a triumphant smile on his lips. My friends squealed before walking away and giving us some privacy.

"Hi, I'm Troy and I think you're really beautiful," he said with his gorgeous accent, sliding his hand from my wrist to intertwine our fingers.

"Thank you, I'm Bromley and I think you're brilliant," I said dreamily. Once I caught what I said, I quickly backtracked, "I mean, I think you're a brilliant Quidditch player. Oh wow, please talk and put me out of my misery."

He just laughed before conjuring up a quill. "If I give you my address, will you owl me? Maybe we can have lunch one day."

I just nodded quickly and extended my arm to him. He wrote his address before kissing my cheek and walking back to join his team for their victory celebration. Just like they were watching, which I knew they were, my friends came out of the darkness.

"Merlin, I'm so jealous of you right now!" Sam shrieked, jumping up and down with the rest of my friends.

"Let's get back into the tent and talk about it," Karlee said, always the mother of our group. "It won't be long 'til the celebrations start."

We'd been in the tent a while before a commotion outside drew our attention. Sam made a remark about the Irish, but Kathy quickly shook her head.

"That's not the Irish, that's something else," she said as someone screamed shrill. She stood up and quickly made her way outside with her wand drawn.

We all followed and saw that there was fire everywhere. A group of cloaked figures were walking around and shouting hexes at people. I felt my blood run cold; I'd seen those figures before in books. They were his followers, but I thought they'd all disbanded years ago.

"Are those death eaters, mum?" Karlee barely whispered after Kathy had joined back up with us. "I thought they were all gone. Why are they here now?"

"I don't know, but all of you need to grab onto me right now," she said quickly.

I was too slow and she ended up disapparating without me. I paled and looked around, but they were all gone now. I couldn't see anything except the death eaters getting closer to me and knew that I had to get out of there. I turned around quickly only for someone to grab me and yank me along with them, I screamed only for them to cover my mouth in reponse.

"Bromley, it's me, George. It's okay, I swear, but you've got to be quiet," he whispered in my ear quickly.

I nodded and stood up as he let me down from his embrace. "Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't come."

"Weren't you here with your friends? Why did they leave you alone?" a girl that I hadn't seen before asked.

"This is my little sister Ginny," George said, bending over to catch his breath from the effort of running with our combined weight.

"Yes, Ginny, I was here with my friends. Her mum disapparated too quickly and left me behind," I explained.

"We're supposed to go find Fred and Ariel; do you want to come with us?" Ginny asked, smiling at me in response.

I relaxed visibly and said, "Yes, that would be lovely. Thank you again for saving me."

George looked at me and I felt something zing between us, but I couldn't figure out what it was. The only thing I knew was that I really liked it.

I know the last thing I should be doing is writing a new story, but I've really had a thing for George Weasley lately. I hope y'all liked it, if you did review and tell me so.