My 2nd story! But I don't think it's that good. I hope you like it. With love from my minions and I, read on. And I'll get a better title too!

'A joke shop? In Diagon Alley?' The girl with short curly brown hair slid into the colorful building. It was silent, maybe after closing time. She saw two red-haired figures, each tall and fairly skinny. 'The Weasley twins?' A grin appeared on her face, remembering their encounter during the Triwizard Tournament. Her mind shifted to the thoughts of her best friend, Ella, who would have loved to see them again. She passed the love potion shelf, ignoring her surroundings. A sudden thought stopped her from moving any farther. 'I shouldn't let him see me. Actually, he might not even remember. His name...' She thought for a second. '...George... That's it.' She sneaked a little peek at him. She stared at him for a minute, hoping he didn't return the gaze. Unfortunately, just that happened. She quickly turned her head away, blushing, praying that that the fact George had seen her was only her mind. 'How could it be, you silly goose! He looked at you, you saw him. It isn't a trick.' A deep and playful voice warmed her ear.

"Find what you wanted?" George smiled at her as she turned around.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I sh-should go," She tried to go the other way, but George stopped her.

"Have we met before?" He carefully studied her face. 'The dreaded question, just answer him honestly.'

"I... Think so. I... M-maybe, at the Tri-Triwizard Tournament," She almost got lost in his eyes. Why was eye contact so hard? 'Stop stammering, you sound stupid!' A smile crawled onto George's face.

"Beauxbatons?" She nodded slightly. There was a small silence that dropped across the shop.

"How did you get in?" George looked over her shoulder at the door.

"I don't think you locked it." She was looking down at her shoes, making it much easier to talk. Then, she could see the tips of his shoes as she continued to look down. He carefully lifted her chin with a finger to meet his smiling face. He was much closer, making her blush furiously.

"I never got your name," he kept smiling and kept a warm hand under her chin. He wasn't going to let her slip though his fingers this time, last time being about 5 years ago. She was forced to keep looking into his eyes.

"G-Gabi, sir, Gabi S-Simmins." Gabi took George's hand off of her chin, but couldn't let go. He squeezed her hand playfully.

"'Sir'?" He looked a bit offended. "Don't call me that, it makes me feel old,"

"Sorry," Gabi blushed even more, which might have not even been possible. George turned around, calling over his twin.

"Oy! Fred!" As his twin turned, George gave a small jerk with his head indicating for him to come to where the two were standing. As Fred inched closer, Gabi saw he was as stunning as his brother, just the way she remembered him. The two standing next to each other, it was hard to tell which one was which. Gabi wondered how different their personalities were. What if Fred was a bigger romantic than George? That would have been scary. George let go of her hand as Fred started to speak.

"You look terribly skinny. When was the last time you ate?" Fred raised an eyebrow as Gabi shrugged.

"But, I can't possibly take food for anyone. I don't have any money." She sighed softly so they wouldn't hear her.

"There's one person we know-" Fred started.

"-Who'll willingly feed you free of charge," George smiled.

"Mum,"

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