It's been way too long.

Sorry

Life got a little crazy!

I've been forgetting lately, but here's a disclaimer:

None of the recognisable characters/scenes/anything belong to me. They belong to JK Rowling and any organisation which, through her, has the rights to their copyright. I am borrowing for my own and others' not-for-profit amusement.

I own only the mistakes.

As always, reviews would be appreciated whether good or bad.

Enjoy!

'Hi'

George was thankful that he didn't totally lose his nerve as he tapped Sheyenne's shoulder. He'd found her waiting for him, sitting seemingly absorbed in reading the roll of parchment she was holding, and almost decided to back away while she hadn't seen him. By the time he'd made up his mind to leave, it was too late and Sheyenne had already turned around to face him.

'Oh. Hi George...You actually came!'

'Of course! Why wouldn't I have? Ready?'

He took it as an answer when she quickly stood up and gave the long, flowing skirt she was wearing a once over to get rid of the little leaves and bark pieces she'd managed to collect on it.

The date went as well as it possibly could have- he didn't know whether it was just good luck or that Sheyenne was being particularly kind to him for some unknown reason, but she met all (well...almost all) of his jokes with bright laughter and a silly smile, actually took interest in his anecdotes and even asked about the Weasley's products she'd heard of or witnessed in use.

In return, George asked questions of his own. He didn't know how long they spent just talking and sitting there, but it seemed like only minutes (as cliché as that sounded), before the darkness forced them indoors.

Once they were inside, George came to the sudden realisation that they'd never discussed what exactly they were going to do when they returned to the common room. The couple of people that knew about them (whatever they were), were members of their respective families and, though they might joke about it, wouldn't tell others without permission.

George was, quite literally, jolted back into reality when Sheyenne stopped all of a sudden and he almost fell right into her, saved only by the fact that Shyenne was tall enough that she didn't end up sprawled across the carpet when he crashed into her.

'Wait up'

As suddenly as she'd stopped, Sheyenne had turned around and was once again facing George.

'Yeah?'

'What are we going to do?'

'What do you mean?'

'As in...About this. How much do you want to tell everyone?'

'Honestly, I don't care. You can tell who you want'

'Really?'

As George nodded in confirmation, Sheyenne's hand darted out and very quickly hid itself in George's larger one.

They walked up to Gryffidor tower in this manner, only stopping when they approached the Fat Lady's portrait.

'You ready?'

'Let's do it'

Sheyenne was rather proud that her reply came out steady and calm and, as the portrait swung forward to reveal the Gryffindor common room, both hoped the other couldn't hear their racing heartbeat.

*The Next Week*

'Hi'

'Morning. Sleep well?

'I saw you yesterday, silly'

'I know. What did you want to do today? The teachers seem to be sick or something- not one has given me homework this week!'

'Like you're complaining...

We should go see your brother'

'Why?' George had definitely not been expecting that one, especially not in the sudden and matter of fact way it had been brought up.

In the week that he'd been dating her (well.. almost-week), Sheyenne had met Fred all of once and only for the brief minute or so it had taken to introduce them.

'I want to thank him'

'For what?'

'This'

Smiling now, Sheyenne placed a kiss on George's cheek before rushing away, racing towards the Gryffidor tower and quietly giggling to herself when he chased after her.

*Boy's Dorms, Gryffindor Tower*

'Oh hey. What's up?'

Automatically responding to the sound of the dorm door opening, Fred didn't even bother to turn his head.

'Fred. Look up'

Turning his head, he wasn't surprised to see his twin brother. He was, however, more than a little thrown off by the tall girl standing next to him.

'Oh...Hi Sheyenne'

'Hi, Fred' Laughing now at his expression, Sheyenne pulled herself together to answer Fred's unspoken question...

'We wanted to thank you, actually'

'Not going to say 'I told you so' but... I told you so. You're welcome' Fred too was now laughing as he fake-punched George's shoulder.

'Yeah yeah, shut up'

'Nope... Can I tell mum?'

'Fred, if you DARE tell mum...'

'You'll what?'

'Again. You're a prat'

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