A/N- this chapter is quite long, but it'd be really appreciated if you took time to read (and please review) it! I was wondering what you think of the adding in of Faye's dreams/ memories? i really wanted to include that bit just to give you a better insight into the chemistry she and George had. As always, hope you enjoy, i've tried my best! :)

George was stunned to silence as Faye left the Burrow, after a moments hesitation he almost leapt out the door after her "But you haven't even said hello to Ginny" he protested only to discover he was talking to nobody, she had disappeared , aparated away leaving him disappointed. He resolved to himself to go look for her, tomorrow though as that would leave enough time for her to calm down and sort things through- what things exactly he wasn't sure but there was one thing he was sure of, he wasn't letting her leave for good, not this time.

Faye arrived with a 'crack' in her eerily empty family home. It smelled musty and unlived in , the photographs on the wall covered in dusty cobwebs. One certain photo caught her attention, featuring seven teenagers grinning broadly at her from it's frame. It was taken at the lake in Hogwarts she remembered with a pang. In the centre of the photo was Faye smiling broadly lapping up the sunshine looking happier than Faye knew she'd felt in ages. Her heart stung seeing a Weasley twin either side of her. As similar as they were Faye could differentiate between the two immediately, George was the one on the right with his elbow balancing on Faye's shoulder grinning mischievously where Fred was on the left beside Angelina with his arm around her pulling one of the most hilarious faces imaginable making his girlfriend squeal with laughter. They looked so carefree there and it was painful to think that this photo was the only time Faye would ever see Fred again or witness his witty jokes. A fat tear rolled down her cheek. Faye never cried and now she was an emotional wreck. It was also sad that George seemed too broken to continue on their trademark 'clownish' ways as well, perhaps the Weasley twin's humour and antics was all just distant memories now.

Alicia spinet stood beside Faye in the photo also smiling, looking sweet as ever, Faye had always been fond of her when they'd shared a dorm. Finally at the back behind they're classmates was Darelle Moody. Faye's best friend, the beautiful tall model-like metamorphmagus. Her hair was her favourite golden colour that day and her eyes sparkled with similar amber hues. She was stunning and now it seemed that those eyes might be permanently closed shut. Faye shuddered violently at the thought. Life was so unfair, at that she sobbed some more.

She did, however manage to grin between tears seeing the expression on her friend Lee Jordan's face. He was the only person not smiling straight at the camera, instead he was staring at Darelle in pure admiration, and his eye's wide and longing. "Typical" thought Faye stifling a giggle as she remembered his various (failed) methods that he attempted daily to win her heart. Faye's own heart at that moment only logged for Hogwarts and to be back there, safe and sound with her beloved friends once more.

She carried the picture up the creaking stairs to her room with her, and flung herself down on the bed, not bothering to change clothes even if all it took was a quick spell. She clutched on to it and continued to cry herself to sleep. She was utterly upset and felt lonely in the world. Her mind had been overworking to the point of exhaustion and so it wasn't long before Faye had cried herself into a deep sleep.

That night strange realistic dreams formed within her mind due to the previous emotional events. She dreamt she was back in Hogwarts but it wasn't any normal dream, it was memories. Real ones. It was if somebody had filmed happenings of her schooldays and now she was watching them replay on a charmed tape recorder in her sleep. No, it was as if she was actually reliving the memories, feeling like she had all those years ago, even as she slept peacefully, and unaware. They were ordinary memories of ordinary days but ones which Faye remembered subconsciously as if they happened yesterday and of course they all featured one special person- George.

It was fourth year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and life was looking up. Darelle and I had finally been put in a dorm with a decent bunch of girls, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson – who are amazing quiddich players on the Gryffindor house team. The three of us often stay up late hours into the night discussing the most amazing sport in the world. Darelle often feels a bit left out, as she has no interest in quiddich whatsoever but she never says much I suppose she's just relieved to be away from those absolute bitches Amanda Skeeter and Lucy Hawthorn who literally made our first three years at Hogwarts a living hell, no wonder we were so quiet and reserved! We were petrified. Darelle is also much less annoying nowadays since she's now going out with Roger Davies. Yes it is a bit aggravating as they are quite inseparable, and when they're not together they make awful 'loving eye gestures' at each other across the Great Hall but it's an improvement from hearing about her long time crush on Oliver Wood as we know its one that will always be unrequited. Angelina did tell me he'd marry quiddich itself sooner than a girl any day. He's handsome alright but that, I find quite odd as much as I love the sport. Angelina was actually enquiring that morning why I don't try out for the house team as I seem to know so much but I tried my best to brush her questioning away, it's not a topic I wish to discuss…but I swore to myself just before beginning first year I'd never ever mount a broomstick again.

I tried to distract my new friend as we walked, from the awkward subject but it seemed my efforts were no longer needed because at that moment a tall gangly boy with flaming red hair and a cheeky grin was bounding towards us. "Hey Ange!" the stranger greeted her with a hug then turned to me "Well Hello, and how come I haven't had the privilege of seeing you around Hogwarts before now?" he gasped in mock horror then winked flirtatiously. Angelina laughed, clearly whoever this guy was he was a charmer. It wasn't even the flattery that got to me but there was something about the glint in his eye that told me he was interesting and I instantly wanted to get to know him. "Well I guess you haven't been looking hard enough have you?" I replied in a teasing manner, willing myself to sound as confident as possible. "I Guess I haven't" he chuckled impressed with my answer, I presume. Then he turned to Angelina again "well I came to tell you Fred's in detention for hexing the slytherin captain and absolute arse Marcus Flint, and won't be joining us at the lake for lunch today sadly, but good news is I'm the more clever cunning twin alongside being the better looking one of course and didn't get caught so I guess I'll see the both of you there later!" with that he strode off. Angelina took one look at my face and appeared highly amused "His name is George" She informed me "George Weasley"

These O.W.L.s exams were starting to get on my nerves, I was rarely one to get stressed but what with recent pressure put on me from my teachers and constant 'support' letter's coming in to school from my parents through my little 'Spotted Owl' Plumpton (who received his name in honour of the Tutshill Tornado's great seeker Roderick Plumpton who caught the snitch just three and a half minutes into the game via the famous 'plumpton pass')My parents seem to expect me to do exceptionally well and I really am quite lucky to have be naturally bright with a good memory for If grades went on my efforts and behaviour records, I'd be screwed. This year I just seemed to have an eye for trouble, plus having fun always seems more important than anything to me. I trudged un-eagerly to class one morning two weeks before the exams flanked by my close friends – the twins Fred and George as we left Gryffindor tower. "So Georgie and I have this epic plan for a prank today, meets us after quiddich practise in the common room to discuss the details?" Fred enquired to me. I was one of their best partners in crime, with an absolutely wicked poker face that makes me appear all sweet and innocent to our as Fred would say –' victims', but really both boys know I could be as scheming as they were when I wanted to be and it's of great advantage to them.

"Sorry cant today Freddie, I really need to catch up on study, It's not even funny how behind I am with transfiguration" I gave him an apologetic smile "of course it's not funny" retorted Fred "how the subject of transfiguration could appear humorous to anybody, except Hermoine perhaps, is beyond me kiddo" I sighed slightly irritated now "Fred could you cut the sarcasm out just for once ?- Wait I suppose you wouldn't be capable you can't even cut your own hair" I taunted , ruffling his soft yet outgrown ginger locks onto his face with a chuckle. "Very funny Millar, but honestly your not going 'soft' on us are you, since when did you try to impress the professors? As much as you look it I'd never have pinned you as a swat" I stuck my tongue out at him and George chimed in "besides Faye doesn't look like a swat, she has that evil little grin she does when a scheme goes successfully haven't you noticed, oh or that glint she gets in her eye when she's mad like she's about to hit you with her 'homework'" he teased with a laugh. I took that as an invite to grab a rolled up sheet of parchment from my bag and in turn hit both of them on the head with it. "That will teach you, no pranks today boys" I chimed in an almost sing song voice and sauntered off to Astrology.

Since in the morning's conversation I'd made it clear I was just too busy for the twin's antics, I was surprised when George approached me, when I was frantically scribbling down a homework essay in the cosy Gryffindor common room. "Hey Fairy Faye" he greeted me warmly using an old nickname for me that I'd gained in care of magical creatures class during a detailed description of the fair folk and Lee suddenly came to the genius conclusion I was part fairy due to my doll-like physique, pale creamy skin, prominent chin and pointed ears, however he was far off the mark but occasionally the nick name stuck as a joke. "George I'm busy" I groaned "I told you and Fred no" I hate rejecting my favourite people and their plans but honestly sometimes those boys pushed the limits " I'm not here for the prank don't get your wand in a twist" he grinned crookedly and I couldn't help grinning back "I've decided that you are getting too stressed over the O.W.L.s and decided we'd go for a nice relaxing walk to clear your head before you study My grin widened despite myself, George could be so sweet sometimes, he was definitely the more thoughtful twin I noted mentally. "But the only thing I'm worried about is how I've been relaxing too much" I protested " Well come with me now, and tomorrow I'll go to the library and help you study I promise, just don't try make me do any work and were fine" he suggested. Once again I was kind of touched, I doubted the library was a place George often willingly arranged to spend time in "Hmm, but wont you just distract me wouldn't I be better on my own?" I was determine to prove myself right, George just smirked "Oh I know I have an awfully distracting face and beautiful personality to match, but for the sake of your precious grades I'll wear a paper bag if you'd prefer" I could never win. "When is this walk happening George" I rhetorically asked; defeated.

We strolled out onto the school grounds and it really was quite refreshing outside, it felt much better than being cooped up inside I realised just walking and chatting contently with George. "Sorry to see your not feeling yourself lately Faye" he told me sincerely, "hope this cheers you up" He hugged me from behind and continued walking along which proved quite awkward with his arms still wrapped around me, I laughed, it felt good to have a friend like him on days like today. "How do you know I'm not feeling myself?" I wondered. I was usually good at bottling stuff up especially unimportant worries about 'expectations in school' that I didn't want to bother my friends with.

"Well, at breakfast, you piled on like half a bottle of maple syrup on your pancakes, like you always do when you need cheering up, for example I'll know if you had a fight with Darelle, usually over one of her new 'boyfriends' you disprove of for example that prat Cormac McLaggen or if your parents had threatened to move again 'cos of the whole Sirius Black situation, just because you turn to the 'old maple syrup" He laughed but it was true, it was my weakness, and once I started to think t about it , I realised he was right. I couldn't really believed he'd notice such a trivial thing, it looked as if George notice a lot more about me than I ever thought and for some strange reason that brought on a tinge of pink to my cheeks. "I just don't like people expecting so much of me, they don't realise I'm not half as bothered with tests and stuff as I was even back in first year" I admitted "it's not important to me, but that's not something I could easily tell my parents". "Yeah I get where your coming from " George spoke up understandingly "except in my family, the high expectations aren't on me or Fred really and when we do something good it's usually rewarded with shock, I don't know which case I'd prefer to be honest" he reasoned. I never knew he felt that way, I was learning a good bit about George today he was a much deeper character than anybody could expect. It felt good to get the serious talk out of the way but still fun was always best, a grin suddenly formed on my face "race you back to the castle" I quickly called out, and with that we dashed off, I now felt carefree and the both of us spluttered and shrieked with laughter, jostling and trying to sprint by each other the whole way up.

"George?"

"Yes Faye what is it dear?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Here as in, here on this planet and what my purpose is? Well the answer to that is to have fun really, to be witty, sarcastic , charming and mostly hilarious; Yes I'm here to have fun"

"No Mr. Smart Alec, I meant 'here' as in the Gryffindor common room at two in the morning after sending that 'urgent' letter for me to leave my dormitory and meet you here, on my birthday might I add, as it is past midnight now"

"Oh that" he grinned devilishly "to give you your present of course" and with a swift flick of his wand a small package wrapped in ruby red tissue paper zoomed towards me.

Inside was one of the most unusual beautiful bracelets I've ever seen. Sparkling silver, with several delicate charms dangling from it; a miniature broomstick, a snitch, a clown (which George informed me symbolised my love of joes, the rest were pretty self explanatory) a music note, a lion's head and a little love heart. Engraved on the back of the bracelet was the words "happy 16th birthday fairy, love Georgie"

I gasped, and couldn't believe it. I knew George had the ability to be quite adorable when he wanted to but I never expected something like this

"I love it!" I shrieked trying not to bubble over in sheer happiness in delight, for I'd wake all of Gryffindor tower. I flung my arms around him tightly "you're the best friend ever" I gushed, my eyes shining bright. What on earth had possessed him to do this?

"I know" he grinned, sounding much more confident than he looked, his eyes swivelled towards me, rather nervously. What on earth would George Weasley have to be nervous about? Suddenly without hesitation he placed his rather large hands either side of my face, ducked close, and kissed me. I mean really kissed me, with a fierce sort of passion that seemed to speak for those two and a half years worth of unspoken feelings that we hid from each other. Pleasure and desire raced between us, my heart beating inside my chest,not unlike the heavy uneven beating of a golden snitch's wings as they struggled to fly free into the open air. His lips were soft, and I melted into them, savouring the moment, savouring him. Every part of him. My hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the muscle that lay beneath, something I secretly wanted to ever since the day, after a seriously wet quiddich match and I'd spotted him dancing victoriously, topless in the rain.

His tongue slid expertly into my mouth, caressing my own, gently yet hungrily for what seemed a blissful eternity before one or the other of us, broke apart.

Breathing heavily, we looked at one another, stunned. George finally broke the silence between us "I always knew it'd happen" he smiled a kilowatt smile, from ear to ear that lit up his whole face.

"Always knew what would happen? That you'd bribe me with an impressive gift to snog you?" I chuckled, I was play acting, and it was sarcasm, no bribe needed there. Just George, because at that moment the freckly red headed boy was all I needed.

"Hey quit the cheek, I meant 'us', I always knew that'd happen'" he whispered sweetly into my ear before coyly kissing my neck. I entwined my fingers with his "I didn't" I said truthfully. His face looked slightly crestfallen, but he never removed his hands from mine, he clutched them almost protectively now as if he never wanted to let them go. "I mean, I always hoped something would happen" I explained "just feared you thought of me as just a good friend" I felt slightly embarrassed now but George's next reply made it all worthwhile "You are a great friend Faye, but to be honest I'd rather you be my girlfriend?" My heart did a belly flop of joy inside me, and once more I pressed my mouth to his in enthusiastic reply "yes" I whispered against him when I finished a long lingering kiss "I'd want nothing else."

Faye woke groggily with a start when she heard a loud noise beneath her bedroom, she rubbed her eyes and unwilling climbed out of bed feeling overpoweringly exhaustion as well as that there was a niggling sensation of 'de ja vu" within her tired body.

She went to inspect.