Hey you guys. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Been kinda busy. And the 8th grade banquet is only a month away. Sigh…it is going to be wonderful! Now if only Daniel Radcliffe would come and I could ask him to go with me! Grrrrr, life is unfair. Well any way. Hope you liked the last chapter. You never see Fred and George getting embarrassed in J.K. Rowling's books, so I figured I would give them a little taste of their own medicine in my last chapter. –lol- well please review, I could really use them. I know this story isn't as good as Crazy in Love, but all the same, nice comments are well…nice.

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Maye

Disclaimer: I AM NOT J.K. ROWLING! I OWN NOTHING! DON'T SUE ME!

I didn't think I could bear to face Hermione again, so I didn't go down to the common room until I was sure she would be out of it.

When I finally poked my nose around the corner, there was barely anyone in the common room. I supposed they had all gone down to breakfast. I heard a thudding noise behind me, and I turned to fin my brother and Lee Jordan, tumbling down the stairs.

From what I could gather, it seemed like they thought it had been a good idea to try our Flying Fudges, which weren't quite ready yet. (A/N: I know, lame name, but it was all I could come up with.)

We set off down the hall, and I made an excuse to slip into the bathroom. I didn't come out until it was almost time for our first class. I had History of Magic first. I was thankful that I didn't have any classes with Hermione, and I wouldn't take a risk of running into Hermione again until lunch.

Professor Binns droned on and on and I sank out of the real work and into a hazy dream state.

I dreamt that I was playing Quidditch, except on dragons. Gryffindor was beating Slytherin, and Harry had just seen the Snitch! But for some reason, his dragon wouldn't go near the tiny fluttering ball.

I charged my Dragon forward, afraid that Slytherin would catch it. As I made my way toward it, a ferocious Bludger tried to attack me. I took my Beater's bat and hit the gray ball towards Malfoy, whom it managed to get right in the stomach. Then, suddenly, miraculously, I had caught the Snitch!

We had won, as I climbed off my dragon, who was now breathing bright blue flames, one face stood out to me in the crowd. I felt the soft, brown hair touch my cheek.

"Oh George, you were wonderful!" Hermione cried, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Why, it was nothing." I told her boastfully.

"Oh, you were so brave and ….George, I know I shouldn't say this, but I love you!" she stood on her tiptoes, and leaned up towards me.

"George!" someone called my name, but it was definitely not Hermione. And all of a sudden, I was floating away from the Quidditch pitch and slowly Professor Binns class room came into view.

"George!" the person called again.

"Whersadragons?" I said sluggishly. Fred and Lee Jordan loomed over me.

"I dunno about dragons mate, but I do know that if we don't hurry, Snape is going to be one unhappy bloke!" Lee stated.

That got me up and moving. There was no way I was going to give Snape an extra excuse to pick on Gryffindor. Thankfully, we made it in time. However, Snape did not seem appreciative.

"Sit." He spat at us. Fred nodded and we took our seats. There was an extra level of malice that was lurking around Snape today, for whatever reason.

"We will be making antidotes to different poisons today. Pick any poison in your book that is past page fifty-four and start brewing and antidote. You have exactly one hour. Go." He said nothing more, but swept to the back of the classroom, observing different cauldrons as he passed.

About twenty minutes into the class, I was becoming very frustrated with my antidote. I picked a poison that was simple enough, but it turned out that its antidote was proving very hard to mix. I had several different tubes containing various liquids in what I hoped to make do with.

I barely noticed when our Potions master called my name.

"Weasly."

I was still staring hard at my tubes, and trying to pour exactly the right amount in my cauldron.

"Weasly." Snape said in a venomous tone. Fred shoved my elbow, making me drop one of the most needed test tubes.

"FRED! What the bloody he-" but he just nodded towards Snape who was looking at me expectantly.

"Oh" I said, now embarrassed by my sudden outburst. I walked up to the teacher's desk.

"Yes Professor?" I said with as much fake innocence as I could muster.

"Go with Miss Granger. Professor McGonagall needs to see you about something."

At that moment I noticed Hermione, who had been standing near the door. I gulped, and then quickly hoped Hermione hadn't seen that.

"Uh, yes Professor." I managed to stammer. I followed Hermione out the door. I really wasn't looking forward to this. I mean, between having her upset at me the first night, and then having her see me part-way dressed this morning, I could barely stand to be in the same corridor with Hermione, let alone walk with her, alone, all the way to McGonagall's room.

"George, I need to talk to you-" Hermione started, as we walked along the corridor. I swear my heart froze when she said those words.

"Um, yeah?" I tried to make it look like I was cool and calm, but I'm noy sure it worked.

"Well what I wanted to talk to you about was-"

Ha! Cliff Hanger! I am trying to make this story more interesting, and this is one way to do it! well , please review, I really do appreciate them. Thanks!

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