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I sure as hell wasn't expecting to get thrown off the couch by one majorly pissed off quidditch captain. A perfect continuance of my day, for sure.

"You have practice in five minutes, George!" Angelina yelled over me. "The game's tomorrow afternoon, and we simply cannot afford to lose to Slytherin, so get your self down to the pitch."

I glare at her as I push myself up to my feet. A group of first years doing school work in the corner laugh as I make a rude gesture behind Lina's back and follow her out of the portrait hole.

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The cold December air did little to improve my mood. It Reminded me that the game was Saturday-tomorrow, and that the dance was next Saturday. Although the prospect of going to Grimold Place the very next day after the dance for the Christmas holiday was indeed something to look forward to. Maybe Fred and I could come up with some new ideas for pranks.

Carefully, I take my hands off my broom and blow into them, hoping to warm them up just a small bit, so I can actually hold on to the broom and not fall off.

Usually flying takes my mind off of things that happen to be bothering me, but with those little squirts Colin and Dennis taking pictures every five seconds, and the small bundle of robes beside them that I knew to be Hermione, it took all my concentration not to be hit by Bludgers myself.

Angelina appears beside me just as I send a Bludger spiraling towards Fred.

"There's a storm coming in tonight," she says slowly as she looks up at the sky. "It's supposed to last way past starting time of the game."

I nod at her. "Bad?"

She watches Fred show off for a bit before answering. "I can't say that I'm not worried. McGonagall already said that the game wont be called until already started."

I sigh deeply and look over in the stands at Hermione, who per usual, has her nose buried in a book. Not liking Quidditch, her only reason for sitting through practices and games is to make sure nothing happens to either Harry, or now Ron who has taken the place of Keeper since Oliver Wood left school. I smile at this realization and Angelina quickly brings me back to reality.

"Does she know?"

Forgetting she was there, I jump a bit, much to her laughter. "What?"

"Does Hermione know that you like her?" She asks me with a large grin.

I glare at her and look down at my hands that are gripping my broom. "No…what's it matter anyway? What reason would she have to like me back?"

I felt Angelina's hand on my chin as she lifted it up. "You'd be surprised, George. She have a date for the Holiday dance yet?"

I shake my head no, her hand still on my chin.

"So what are you waiting for? If she doesn't have the same feelings for you, as you do her, you can at least go as friends and have a good time together."

Angelina removes her hand now and lets me think for a bit.

"You know I'm right," she says with a laugh. "Practice is over, go get your ass to the locker room and change."

I smile as I run over what Lina said to me in my head. Maybe she is right. What's the worse that can happen? She'll say no, but that doesn't mean she'll know that I like her. I'll just ask her as a friend. See where it goes after that.

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Breakfast was insanely quiet. The wind could be heard through the walls of the castle, and the enchanted sky did little to bring hopes up about the match. Fred and I were one of the first people to arrive at the table, going over last minute plans to help defeat Slytherin as soon as possible. I was so engrossed in the ideas that Fred had, that I didn't realize when Hermione sat beside me.

"Hey," she said and placed her hand on my shoulder.

Startled, I turn quickly to her smiling face. "Oh…hi Hermione."

Her smile fades as she looks up at the ceiling. "Worried about the game?" She asks looking back from me to Fred.

"Extremely," we both say.

She looks down at my empty plate and back up at me. "You should really eat something."

"I know," I reply, looking at my plate. "I just don't feel like it's such a good idea."

We both watch as Lee Jordon, my bunk mate and game announcer, sits beside Fred and they begin a conversation about the game.

Hermione turns towards me once more. "George?"

I look into her beautiful hazel eyes. "Yes?" I say a bit softer than I had intended.

"Are you alright?" She asks me, the concern evident in her voice. "Yesterday I mean, I've never see you like that."

I look up at the ceiling before answering. "I'm not sure Hermione."

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I felt my face turn bright red, cursing me Weasley heritage. When I looked to Hermione however, she was blushing as well.

"Hermione," I say slowly, looking down at my hands. "Will you go to the dance with me?"

Hermione looked at me, the blush still evident in her face. "I-…"

"Alright team!" Angelina's voice rang out. "To the pitch!"

I look down at Hermione as Fred pulls me up. "Come on lover boy," He says in my ear. "Lets get this over with."

"I'll talk to you later," I say to Hermione as Fred drags me out of the Hall and towards a sure disaster of a game.