A few days have passed since I kissed Fred. I thought that he would question me about it, but he hasn't said a word to me. He didn't avoid me. He didn't yell at me. He didn't even tell anyone as far as I can tell. He didn't make fun of me or tease me. He just acted like it never happened. Fred treats me like he did before; however, I see him watching me more often.

I walk down the stairs from the dorm and see Hermione, Ron, and Fred in front of the fireplace working on a ten page Defense Against the Dark Arts paper that Professor Lupin assigned over a week ago. My completed paper sits on my bed upstairs where I just finished it. I have neither a need nor a desire to join the three of them. Fred would just watch me the whole time. I go for a walk even though it is nearly midnight.

I wander the hallways searching for something that might not have an answer. I don't know what's wrong with me. My heart beats harder whenever I see him. My breath catches and I can't focus on anything besides him. My chest hurts when he isn't around; it feels like it aches for him. I don't know what's wrong, but it needs to go away now.

My feet and my mind both wander aimlessly. I finally come back to the present to find myself in the Courtyard. A thin layer of snow coats everything, including me as I've probably been standing here for a few minutes. Fat snow flakes are falling quickly. It's too warm for snow, though; it must be magically produced. I'm not alone out here.

I see a trail of footprints in the snow ten feet to my right that goes around a bush. I don't see anymore footprints so they must be behind the shrub still. I don't want to disrupt anyone, but the curiosity of who is producing snow at this hour of night outweighs my desire to be alone.

I quietly walk around the bush to see Harry sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. I don't know what his problem is, but I know that misery enjoys company.

I plop down on the bench beside him, and he doesn't even look up. I can see that he's been crying, but he seems lost in thought: the kind of lost in thought that comes from heart problems. I'm curious about who could be on Harry's mind and heart.

"Fred," I hear finally.

"I'm George," after all this time he still doesn't know us apart.

"I know who you are. I live with you guys, for Merlin's sake. Fred is the person on your mind," Harry says patiently.

I didn't realize I had been that obvious, but I guess I haven't made as many jokes or pranks of late. I don't smile as much anymore. I'll have to watch how I act to avoid suspicion from now on.

"Yeah," I whisper unintelligently.

"Don't worry, George, I won't tell. I know what it's like to have feelings for someone you shouldn't."

A half-smile graces Harry's lips. I don't know if the smile is reassuring or sad. We sit in silence for a moment left to our own thoughts.

"Why snow," I finally break the silence. "Most would've chosen rain to complement their problems."

Harry runs a hand through his hair. He looks so old. He doesn't look like a seventeen year old, but being the Chosen One robs you of your childhood. He's had the weight of the Wizarding World on his shoulders since he was one.

"I realized I had feelings for him third year when it was snowing. It was in Hogsmead. I've been so scared, though. I still am. He could be trying to hurt me. Just getting close so that he can strike."

"Do you think he would?"

Harry pauses a moment to presumably think over my question. His eyebrows crease in concentration.

"No, George, he wouldn't. I just feel that something big is about to happen. People have been trying to kill me since I was a baby. Everyone that I love dies trying to protect me. I can't be too careful."

I process his words slowly. I can see where he is coming from; his life has been full of death and murder. People dying to save him. People dying to kill him. It must be hard to trust people.

"So, what's Fred done to piss you off," Harry abruptly changes the subject.

"He hasn't done anything," I sigh. "I just...He makes me feel funny inside. I don't know what it is. I also may have kissed him."

"You kissed him," Harry exclaims.

"I said 'may have.' I leave it open to interpretation," I smile.

"Merlin, I've missed that smile. I know it can be difficult at times, but follow your heart. This war can take any of us at any moment; you need to live because today might be your last. Tell him how you feel."

I know he's right, but I don't know if I can risk everything Fred and I have because of a funny feeling in my tummy and a skipped heartbeat now and then. It gets stronger everyday: a feeling that something is missing. A hole that keeps ripping more.

"What if I ruin everything," I whisper.

"You just have to trust that everything will work out. Talk to him. You won't ruin anything; you two are too close for that."

Harry looks deep into my eyes to emphasize his point. The blue pierces my soul in a way that would make Dumbledore proud. They've seen so much in his short life.

I can tell this conversation is coming to an end. I stand up and walk around the bench. I hadn't noticed, but the snow is at blizzard severity. The torrent that is undoubtedly in Harry's mind has worsened the weather.

I put my hand on Harry's shoulder, "I know that Draco won't hurt you."

I walk away, but Harry stops me, "How do you know," he sputters.

I almost can't stop the laugh that bubbles to my lips, "C'mon, Harry. You two have the chemistry of a teenage romance novel."

Harry smiles at this. A faint blush covers his cheeks. In this moment, he looks so young. So fragile. Not the warrior sent to defeat Voldemort

"I know he won't hurt you," I toss over my shoulder as I head away, "because the looks he gives you aren't the looks of someone who is going to kill you."

I leave Harry's audience to reenter the castle. As soon as I enter the castle, the blizzard stops. I brush the snowflakes off of my shoulder as I walk back to the Common Rooms. Maybe it wasn't Harry's inner turmoil; maybe it was mine.