A/N: Here's part two. And our second pairing.

Thanks for the review and to those who read the first one.

CHAPTER TWO:GEORGE AND KATIE

"'Ms. Bell do this, Ms. Bell bring me that!' Can she just leave me alone?" Katie Bell whispered to herself. "Now detention…blah!"

"Oh Katie sweet!" the one gentlest voice Katie wanted to hear said. "Detention for Trelawney? Poor you…You don't deserve this."

"But I have to, love," she answered to her boyfriend George Weasley, Fred's twin. "I broke her crystal ball because I levitated the constellation chart and accidentally drop it." They both laughed. "What are you doing here at the dungeons?"

"Sniper," he said. "Actually Cedric just finished cleaning up the private stores. We're in this together." They sat on one of the desks and rested. Four hours of cleaning was nearly enough to let them eat bicorn horns. "Boy, Christmas is a beautiful holiday. But to spend just four hours here in this gloomy place makes me have second thoughts."

"Me too, George," Katie smiled tossing the rag into the pail. "It's twice colder here than the Owlery and the top of the Gryffindor Tower put together. So dark and sad, really."

"If this is sad, wait 'til you see Filch's office…" George said. "Only one candle lighting the place, towering file cabinets, the place smells like a hundred cats and cleaning wax, his office is as close as the Chamber of Secrets!"

Katie laughed and said, "Show me then. Ginny told me what the supposed Chamber looked like. I'll compare."

"All right…but I warn you," he stood up like Percy, "there are many things way scarier than basilisks in the Realm of Filch…"

"Ah stop it George!" she laughed. George led her downstairs to the office and checked if it was empty.

"He must be chasing Peeves somewhere else," he said. "Ah…lumos." They both illuminated the room and walked in.

"Pheeeew!" Katie said covering her nose. "This is far worse than the smell of the Polyjuice Potion! How come he can stand this stench?"

George said nothing but snorted. He was kind of used to the stink for he had been a regular customer of the place since his first year. "Ah! This, Katie, is our very own file cabinet!" he said turning his light to a purple cabinet of drawers labeled "F.G.W."

Scooting nearer, Katie opened on and pulled out some papers. "September 17, blew up the 3rd floor boys' lavatory fifth cubicle." She shifted some more, "Fred Weasley: Bewitched snowballs to follow Quirrel. George Weasley: Charmed Quirrel's iguana to talk. Lee Jordan: accomplice."

Her boyfriend was sort of proud of them. "We are the first Weasley's in history to have 277 cases unsolved; all of which have detention written all over them. Just 54 of them received a Howler from Mum and 2 took 130 points from Gryffindor."

"George, I've been thinking…" Katie said sadly. "What if what we did last Hogsmeade visit was seen? How much would it cost Gryffindor?"

"All its points I bet," he said suddenly lowering his voice. "But it didn't cost us our friendship. Made us closer actually."

"I know, unlike Fred and Angelina," she said sitting down on the chair. "Do you think… do you think they finally find each other?"

"Hope so…Fred really loves Angelina," George said. A scuffle was heard not far. "Filch's here. Let's hide in this cupboard." The two crammed inside the confined space.

Argus Filch entered the office with his trusty cat Mrs. Norris at his feet. "Stupid poltergeist. Trashed the Dark Arts classroom… Peeves…Peeves," he grumbled whilst scribbling something on a piece of parchment. "Just a few more… and you'll break the House cases all together."

Barely breathing, Katie chanted something and a bang from upstairs was heard. Filch stood up and so did Mrs. Norris. "What now Peeves?" he shouted. Before he exited the office he said, "Meddling elves did this again, blah!"

Katie and George stumbled out of the cupboard on the floor laughing. "What was that?" George asked stifling.

"Sir Nicholas," Katie said also laughing. "He told me and Hermione to chant something if we're in trouble with Filch."

She was doubling on laughs when George asked, "What does he have against the elves now? They are nice little creatures that takes care of laundry, tends the fire, cooks the excellent food…" he babbled away and ranted about them when…

Katie looked up, gasped and said, "George look! A mistletoe!"

"And we're under it, I guess," he smiled. His girlfriend smiled back. "Good, because I've been dying to do this all afternoon."

George took Katie in his arms and kissed her softly in the dingy office under the sparkling red mistletoe.

"Ahem, guys…" a voice said from outside. "If you're planning to prolong the session, may I suggest the west dungeon next to the seventh years' Potions classroom."

"Sir Nick!" George almost yelled. "Thank you so much for the help!"

"Now I know how old linen feels," Katie joked.

"Now you two, dinner is about to be served. Head back to the dorms and freshen up. I know Percy wouldn't want two…" he paused finding the right term to use.

"Dirty, smelly, sweaty…" the female chaser said.

"Handsome, beautiful, witty, and in love…" George added.

"All of those… 'cept the ones George said," he laughed.

"Come on, George…let's see how Fred and Angelina are doing…" and they went up to the dorms hand in hand.

"Weasley and Bell… not bad," Nearly Headless Nick said as he flew up to the Great Hall.