Every day after I had talked to George Weasley I hadn't stopped thinking about him.

I wouldn't let go of the feeling that shot down my spine from when his hand had made contact with my cheek.

And I was sure he hadn't stopped think of me either.

Everyday when he came to class, his eyes would search silently for me, but of course his eyes never reached mine, I was always invisible.

I was more careful now, I didn't walk by his desk if I chose to leave, and I absolutely did not take part in his brother's and his jokes.

And in one day, it all changed.

I couldn't stand it anymore, I would watch him from a distance, silently, and he would look for me, but find nothing.

But he never gave up and he kept looking.

I was tired of the constant pull I felt toward him, he had only really touched me once, and I was in way over my head, he probably only took interest in me because he thought I was pulling a prank.

But if he was only interested for that reason, why were his eyes always filled with hope and eagerness when he looked for me, and how come they emptied when he found nothing.

Deciding to talk to him may have been the worst mistake of my life, but I am glad I did it.

Once Reamus told the class they could leave, I deliberately walked past George.

Once again, he looked up as he felt my soft breeze brush past him, but it was me this time that grabbed onto his arm.

He gathered his things and I pulled him to the same corridor as we were at before.

I had listened carefully the night before when Reamus had muttered the counter- curse for my invisibility shield; I planed to tell it to George to use on me.

Once we were alone I released George's arm and turned to his face.

"Do you have your wand?" I asked him.

He was shocked for a moment because I had said the first word, but he took his wand out of his pocket.

"Yes." Is all he answered.

I put my hand on the tip of the wand and stood closer to him.

"Can I trust you?" I asked him.

His hand searched the air until he found my face; he lifted it gently to look at him.

"Yes." Was all he said again.

"Say, Quietus." I told him.

He paused. "You aren't a student are you?" He said

"No." I told him.

He stared at my invisible face for a moment, and then said, "What was it?"

"Quietus." I told him and lifted my hand from the wand; I took a few steps back.

He held the wand firmly and said, "Quietus."

I immediately felt an odd sensation spreading up my legs and through my back.

I watched as my hands and feet began to appear, then my legs, my waist, my neck, and my face.

George's face glowed with happiness as my body became 3-D before him.

He stepped forward to me and then paused, he seemed as though he wanted to touch me, to see if I was really there, but seeing me for real must of drained the confidence from him.

George's face took a puzzled expression, "Who are you?" He asked.