So, I couldn't remember if Roger Davies was Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. In this chapter I said he was in Hufflepuff but now I'm think he's in Ravenclaw. So in my story, lets just say he's in Hufflepuff shall we? This is the only chapter I mention him in anyway.


Chapter Two:

We walked into the cozy little coffee shop and took a seat at a table in the back. We figured it would be safer than at the window considering the Deatheaters are starting to slowly make themselves known to the muggle public. One could be lurking around the corner, or even in this very room and our hats didn't do very much to hide who we really are. We do have to remain visible to Fred after all.

"What can I get you two?" asked a male waiter. He was about our age and he eyed me like a dragon eyes it's prey.

"Just a cup of tea for me thanks." I said.

"Hold the tea for now actually, we're waiting on someone else." George said.

"Alright. Let me know when you're ready to order." The waiter said, eyeing me one more time before turning away.

When the waiter walked away George eyed me. It was unnerving too. I could tell he wanted to say something but for some reason he wasn't, which was a first. He could be really weird sometimes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I finally asked.

"You could give it a shot if you like, but we both know who you'll really end up with in the end." He said.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" I asked. I was beyond confused.

"The waiter of course. You find him good-looking."

"Yes but-"

"Then date him, he obviously fancies you."

Ah, now I see what he means. He's an idiot, "You're an idiot." Where does he come up with these silly ideas, "Where do you come up this stuff?" Is he just trying to mess with me, "What kind of prank are you trying to pull?" I just don't understand him, "I don't get you."

"I'm not pulling any prank. I just see it happening." He replied.

I rolled my eyes and stood up, "Well get it out of your head would you? It's not going to happen. Why would you think so anyway?"

"Because we never really liked each other to begin with." He replied, "Which makes me wonder why we're stuck here together if we were never meant to like each other."

Is he really getting all philosophical on me now? One half of the humorous, irritating, prankster Weasley duo, who never takes any situation seriously? It's just weird. Is it the war that is making him think like this? Or is it something else?

"You don't have feelings for me do you?" I asked.

"No."

"You don't plan too, do you?"

"No."

"Well then there you have it, because I feel the exact same way. So get these silly thoughts out of your head. We slept together once, that isn't enough reason to decide that we're going to end up together, especially since it wasn't really in our control to begin with." I told him.

"'spose you're right." He finally said and then let out a sigh.

"That's what this is about, isn't it?" I asked and sat back, forgetting that I needed to use the toilet.

George gave a short nod, "I've never had a one night stand before."

"George, you've only ever been with one other girl. Alicia is the commitment type of person."

"And you're not." He stated but there was a hidden question behind it.

I looked toward the door of the shop as I replied, "That's right. I have no desire to hurt others, as well as to be hurt in away that can never completely heal."

I felt him take my hand but didn't look at him. It was a sign of comfort, not affection. I stayed at the burrow the summer after my father was killed. I was hallow the entire time I was there. If it weren't for Molly and Arthur, I probably would have been that way permanently. The Weasley's became my second family, actually, the only complete family I had ever known and been apart of.

It was just me and my mum when my father was taken to Askaban. That was when I was three. Two years later, one of my mums experiments went wrong and our house blew up, her inside of it of course. I was outside in the backyard playing in the garden. After that, I was sent to live with Remus Lupin, my god-father. He was a werewolf though, and every so often, I was left with my second cousin, Nymphadora Tonks. I lived with her and Remus after I graduated Hogwarts. They were okay with me not yet knowing what I wanted to be. They said I could take all the time I like to decide…I'm still deciding.

"Maybe you'll find someone who's worth the risk someday…" He said quietly.

I finally looked at him and for the first time ever, I saw how gentle and soft he could really be, when he put the arrogant prattiness aside. "Maybe I don't want to find him."

"Why not?"

"Because heartache will come eventually. There is no escaping it. Maybe not right away, but maybe two years, twenty years, 60 years down the road…"

I saw Georges eyes brighten and his cheeks turn a bit red as if….and there it was. He broke out into laughter and let go of my hand. I glared at him; he was laughing at me.

"I didn't say anything funny." I snapped.

His let his laughter calm down a bit before he replied, "Of course you did." He then straightened up and looked at me brightly, "You can't think about what's going to happen 60 years from now. Just think about what's happen right now."

"There is a war happening right now." I tried to deadpan, but he nodded as if I just proved his point, "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

He sighed as if annoyed and leaned in, "Listen, we can't pretend that there isn't a possibility this war wont end in our favour. I'm funny, not foolish. So if I think about what is going to happen tomorrow, or even next week, month, year…I'm digging my own grave. I'm living just the way I want too, just as it happens. Whether I die in this war or die in 60 years, I'm going out laughing."

"I feel exactly the same way George." Said a voice as hand landed on Georges shoulder.

We both looked up at Fred, our new arrival. I wonder how much of our conversation he heard. Aside from that though, Georges words made me think. As Fred and George conversed between themselves, I went into my own little world.

I'm going out laughing, He said and Fred feels the same. Are they really living the way they want to though? They're here in hiding watching over me, someone they don't like very much and who doesn't like them very much either. Then again, they're not the type of people to do something they don't want to do. If their personalities weren't proof enough, their show of leaving school in our seventh year certainly is.

"Why did you two accept the order to come with me into hiding?" I asked them.

The both stopped mid conversation and turned their heads to look at me as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I hated when they did that, it made me feel stupid and I wasn't. I was top of my class in Hogwarts.

"Why wouldn't we?" Fred asked.

"Because you don't like me."

"Whatever gave you that idea?" George asked.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes widened for a split second. "Because you've tormented me since we started school!" I shouted, causing everyone in the shop to look at us. I blushed and dropped my head down so my hair would cover my face.

"Go back to what you were doing." George said,

"There is nothing to see here." Fred added and then both looked at me again.

"We wouldn't call it tormenting,"

"We would call it getting know to you."

I looked up and glared, for what felt like the billionth time that day, "You both need to go jump off a cliff. You're lying, I know you are."

"Alright," Fred.

"So we didn't like you," George.

"At first," Fred.

"But that dislike," George.

"Has turned into a new fondness over the years," Fred.

"Or passed few months." George.

I hated it when they did that, it gave me a headache. They didn't dislike me anymore though. I suppose that makes sense, but they completely avoided my question. That doesn't tell me why they agreed to stay with me. Which means I might just have to figure it out for myself.

"Home sweet home." Fred sighed and fell back on to a comfy armchair.

"Really, you call this home?" I asked and I sat on another armchair.

We were back in the middle of the forest in our cozy tent again. The tent maybe a step up from what the muggles use but I would never call it home. Hmm…I've never really called a place home before, they've just been places I stayed until I moved somewhere else. It would be nice to have a home, I thought. I was completely zoned out of everything around me as I stayed in the world inside my mind.

I tried to think what home to me would be like but it was the most difficult thing to imagine. I've always loved the burrow, so a house like that is a given but maybe not so big. Something old looking and rickety. The house would always be clean, despite the organized clutter. But a house doesn't really make it home, a family does.

I then thought back to what George said about taking a risk and finding someone to spend my life with. Would someone actually want me though? I've been broken since I was three years old, so…

"Who would want me?" I whispered.

"Did you say something?" Fred asked me, looking up from his owl order list for his and Georges joke shop. I wasn't expecting him to say anything, mainly because I didn't think I said anything out loud. So needless to say I was a bit startled when his voice broke my thoughts.

"No!" I said quickly, "I mean…no. I was just thinking."

"And what were you thinking about?" George asked, also looking up from his work.

"Nothing important…I'm going to see what we can have for supper." I said and then walked into the small kitchen area the tent came equipped with.

As I made dinner, I thought about all the guys I've dated and been with in the past. There was only about a handful, including mine and Georges escapade the night before. I dated Roger Davis, the Hufflepuff Quidditch captain, back in fifth year (I said I was damaged, not ugly), but he was more interested in beating Oliver Wood, not in dating me. That was also the year my father broke out of Azkaban and when Roger made the connection between us, he immediately dumped me.

I lost my virginity to Adrian Pucey, the Slytherin chaser. That was in my sixth year, right before the last task of the TriWizard Tournament. He was very nice as Slytherins go. He didn't want to follow in his families footsteps, he just wanted to live his life the way he wanted. He still bought into that whole 'pureblood superiority' thing though. I actually hope he's doing okay. Now that the Dark Lord is at full reign, his family probably isn't taking to kindly to him moving to France to start his own life.

There was also this bloke from Ravenclaw that I went out with a few times in my seventh year. He was smart and athletic, though didn't play quidditch. He was a muggleborn and claimed that during summer, he plays on a Football team. I tried to get him to explain the muggle sport to me, but after he told me he pretty much just kicked a ball around, I lost interest. He was arrogant also, possibly even more arrogant than Fred and George, though he wasn't as funny as them. Talking to him was like talking to a brick wall. He was mighty fine in the sac though.

After him, I decided to give up my hunt for 'the perfect guy' and stopped dating. On the night of Graduation, I got really wasted and ended up sleeping with a guy from Hufflepuff. I still, to this day, can't remember who it was though. He wasn't all that good though and I pity the girl who has to shag him for the rest of her life.

Then finally, that leaves George. Even though he's a good lay, and is attractive, he's arrogant, self-centered, and annoys me to no end. It's almost unbearable, so he's definitely not a possibility for a future mate. Huh, I thought, that means I've slept with someone from every house. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued what I was doing, George doesn't know that.

I paused in the middle of slicing a carrot. What does it matter what George knows or not anyway? I wondered and then sighed. He would make endless jokes of how promiscuous I am, that's why.

When I was finally done cooking up some dinner I called the twins to the table and we all sat down to eat. After the first bite, George was the one to compliment first.

"Delicious. You will definitely make someone happy one day!" He said and then continued to dig in.

For some odd reason, I could feel my face heat up at that statement, "It's not that good."

"Are you kidding, It's brilliant!" Fred exclaimed, "If my brother didn't already have a claim on you, I'd snatch you up right away!"

My blush died down and I stared at him in confusion before my eyes widened in realization. I then snapped my head toward George and glared at him. He was surprised by Freds comment as well, that I could see, but he was also surprised by my reaction.

"He's kidding you know. I didn-"

"You did! I can't believe you told him after I made you swear you wouldn't!" I shouted, standing up from the table.

Georges eyes widened in realization this time and stood up as well, "No! You misunderst-"

"I understand perfectly well George Weasley. You are no good for your word and you never will be. I don't know why I actually trusted you this time!" I then snapped my glare to Fred, "Have anymore witty remarks about it? 'Oh, since I look like George, maybe she'll sleep with me too'! George probably didn't even mention that we were under the spell of that stupid chocolate!"

"Uh…what?" Fred was completely dumbfounded, "You two had sex?"

"I-" I cut myself off quickly and blinked, finally registering what he just asked. I whipped my head back and forth between George and Fred. George, who was scratching the back of his neck nervously, his ears pink and Fred, who still had that dumbfounded expression on his face.

I finally rested my eyes on George once again, "Y-you didn't tell him?" I asked softly.

George shook his head no, "I told you I wouldn't."

"So…" We both looked back at Fred who was grinning widely, "Are you two together now?"

"NO!" We shouted at the same time and then I quickly retreated to my room, casting a spell on the entrance to keep them out.

I was completely and utterly humiliated. Not only did I accuse George of something he didn't do, while he was trying to tell me the truth, I also told Fred what happened. That's a double whammy to me right there. I rolled over, buried my face in my pillows and screamed.

"I can obliviate him if it will make you feel better…"

"How did you get in here, I charmed the entrance."

"Apparated, you didn't put the ward up when we set up. Freds going to do it now though."

I pushed myself upward, so that I was sitting on my feet, facing the wall my headboard rested on. George was at the foot of my bed facing my back.

"He'll just find out again anyway." I said quietly, answering his first question. "Why would you want to make me feel better anyway? I doubted your integrity."

"That was a huge a blow to my ego, but it's not a big deal." He replied. I knew he was grinning, even if I couldn't see him.

"I'm sure your ego could take a few more hits. It might actually knock it down to average size." I said, laughing lightly.

"Ah, so you do have a sense of humour hidden in there somewhere." He said with a chuckle, "Fred and I were convinced you didn't know how to crack a joke."

"Well, I'm just full of surprises." I said and then fell forward into my pillows again before slowly turning on the side. My sheets and pillows had a particular pleasant scent and breathed in deeply before I realised what scent it was.

"My sheets still smell like you." I said quietly. I felt the bed beside me sink and opened my eyes. George was lying down facing me, his nose in the pillow as well. He opened his eyes to look at me too then.

"They do smell like me don't they…It looks like you'll be having a pleasant sleep tonight." He said and chuckled when I hit his arm.

It was silent for a moment or two as we looked at each other. He must have seen the look of deep thought on my face because he asked what I was thinking about.

"I was thinking about how we got like this…Me, you, and Fred. We've practically become friends, something I never thought would happen. I'm not even sure I want it too." I told him honestly.

"Please, we fought to much for us not to become friends eventually. You had to have seen that coming." He said, "I did, that's why I didn't fight it."

I lifted my head up and held it up with my hand as I looked down at him sceptically, "You also thought that just because we slept together that we were supposed to end up together."

George copied my movements so that his hand was hold up his head as well, "I think you're mocking me."

"I am George. I didn't think you would be so naive, considering who you are and all." I said with a roll of my eyes.

"Hey! Fred is the loose one, not me!" He tried to sound angry but the smile on his face wouldn't stay away.

"Clearly." I said with a smirk, "Everyone knows you've only ever been with Alicia."

"And how many guys have you been with then." He asked with a raised eyebrow.

I quickly stood up and walked toward my door, "Let's go see what Fred's up to."

I was just about to exit when George grabbed my arm and turned me around to face him. He had a confused look on his face. Like he was confused why I wouldn't tell him. Quite honestly, I was confused too. What doesn't matter if he knows? I asked myself.

"How many?" He asked again.

"Four. That's including you and I only really dated one of them." I replied, I felt as if I gave him to much information. Why did I feel like I was justifying my past actions?

I watched George as he contemplated what I said. His eyebrows scrunched together in a way that it was almost cute. The chocolate must have not wore off completely yet, I thought off-handedly.

"Roger Davies or that Ravenclaw?" He asked, "and who else?"

"Not Roger…he'd rather dry-hump a quaffle. And I don't know if I really want to tell you who else." I said.

"Please?"

"Why?" I raised my eyebrow.

Silence and then, "…I don't know."

"Some Hufflepuff at Graduation and Adrian Pucey. He was my first." I finally said.

He finally let go of my arm and there was shock on his face. "That tosser! Seriously!"

"What's wrong with him? He's a nice guy!" I defended.

"What's wrong with him? Tons of things…Shall I make a list?"

"Go for it."

"He's Slytherin!"

"Well spotted."

"You're Gryffindor!"

"You're ever the observant one."

"Gryffindor and Slytherin are enemies Adri!"

"I really wish you would g-"

I was cut off by the most unexpected thing. Something completely wrong, yet I couldn't turn away for some reason. I kissed George back as he backed toward the bed. As soon as he fell backward and I fell on top of him, I came back to reality. I rolled off of him so that we were side by side, both staring at the ceiling.

"We shouldn't have done that." I said.

"Why not?"

"Because we don't like each other like that. That's why." I said with an irritated sigh and stood back up. George stood up beside me.

"We don't have to like each other. We can just be shag buddies. Use it like a release." He said. He was definitely turned on right now and not thinking with his brain.

"You want to use me?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean no...I mean…I don't know." He seemed confused now, he looked cute.

"George, I don't think I can do that." I said, "It was okay as a one night stand but if we keep going, I'll get attached." I hope he didn't take that the wrong way.

"Would that really be so bad?" He asked quietly.

What was he getting at? "What do you mean?"

"You never rely on anyone. You always feel like you have to do things on your own and you're bitter because of it. You like being independent, I understand that but…" He paused a moment, I think he was trying to find the right words. "…But everyone needs someone, at least a little. I'd like to be there for you." He finished.

"George Weasley…" I said, putting my hand on my hips, "When did you turn into a sap?" I demanded, trying to be funny. He didn't seem to find it very amusing.

George sighed, knowing I wasn't going to give him any kind of answer, "Just think about it at least."

"I don't need to think about it." I told him with a little edge.

I watched as George just shook his head and left my room. Why did I feel like I was entering a completely different kind of war? Why did I feel like that there is a big possibility I might lose?