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George was sitting on top of me. I leaned my head against the head board of his bed as he gently trailed kisses from my lips to my jaw line. I let out a sigh and ran my hands over his bare chest, listening to the muffled sounds of doors opening and closing. Wait, doors? My eyes shot open and I pushed on his chest. He stopped and looked at me, obviously seeing the change in my mood.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Doors." I said. I could hear the shuffling of people out in the hall. "I can hear doors closing. It must be lunchtime." He caught my hint and nodded. He smiled at me and reached for his shirt on the floor. I got up and assessed myself in the bathroom mirror. I don't think he wanted his brother to walk in on us as much as I didn't. That would be, um, very embarrassing. Not that I was ashamed of George, I just didn't want his twin brother to know the legitimate details of our intimacy. Now, that didn't mean that I wouldn't feed him false details. I did that frequently.

After brushing my fingers through my hair, I adjusted my tie and attempted to wipe the wrinkles from my shirt. George walked into the bathroom and made a face at himself in the mirror.

"Blimey, is that what I look like after snogging you?" He raised an eyebrow at his hair and then looked at me in the mirror. I just shrugged. He turned and smiled at me. I looked into his eyes; they were one of my favorite things about him. I began helping him with his tie as he finished buttoning his shirt. Suddenly, the door to his room opened and Fred walked in followed by Lee Jordan. They immediately assessed the unruly bed that was George's and turned to us in the bathroom. George grinned at his brother.

"How's it going, mate?" He asked still grinning. Lee turned back to the bed, than back to George, and winked at him. Fred rolled his eyes with a wide smile.

"What, have you two been in here all morning?" Lee asked eyeing George's hair. I quickly took out my wand and made each strand lay as it should.

"No, not all morning." I said, exiting the bathroom with George at my heals.

"But a good portion of it." George added, winking at Lee. He bent down and picked up a few Weasley Wizard Weezes order forms and tucked them in his robes, putting those on as well. Fred came up behind me and put an arm around my shoulders.

"Well, I hope it was worth my covering up for you two, am I right?" He asked, eyeing my expression. I knew what he was really asking. He had a hint of concern in his eyes, that he was clearly hiding from Lee, not knowing whether to reveal it to him or not. I nodded and smiled.

"Yes, of course it was." I said and quietly whispered so only he could hear, "I'm fine, really." He nodded slightly and took his arm away. We all gathered our things and headed down to the Great Hall for lunch, with George placing my hand in his.

We attended our afternoon classes like normal, and I agreed to help George with the classes that he missed for me. I was the luckiest girl I knew. To have a guy like that, that would just drop everything to make sure I was okay, it was an incredible feeling. I wasn't sure what our title was. As the months passed, we never once referred to each other as "boyfriend" or "girlfriend;" we were just George and Amanda, and us holding hands and kissing in public became the norm. No one questioned it, not even Acosta; although, it didn't deter him from me in the least. It seemed to only challenge him more. I tried to ignore him every chance I got.

Fred and George made a killing at the second Triwizard Task. No one doubted Harry Potter's abilities anymore and everyone poured their money into him. Luckily for the twins, and unfortunately for the betters, Cedric was announced the winner. I've got to say, it was rewarding seeing them that happy over something, even if it was over gambling money.

When Fred and George began their lessons on Apparation, I volunteered to help out anyone that needed it along side McGonagall. Since I had learned how to Apparate the previous year, Dumbledore granted my request. It was strangely entertaining to watch my friends learn. Many times, McGonagall instructed me to keep an eye on Fred and George, since they were very eager to get it over with. Fred splinched himself once and I had to help him put himself back together, all the while laughing at him.

"Now I don't have to depend on you to get me to Hogsmeade." George whispered to me one day after their lessons. I smirked at him.

"I bet I could Apparate faster than you any day." He took my sentence as a bet. We shook on it. We never did agree on the terms, but Fred was our reluctant witness to the event.

Soon enough, it was already March. There was still some slushy snow on the ground, but the grass was clearly dominating the landscape. The air smelt fresh and warm, like a freshly mowed lawn right after a summer shower. The sun was shining and bright; it hurt your eyes to even incline you head to the sky. I looked longingly to the window in the Divination classroom. It was shrouded by a pink shall, preventing sunlight from entering. The room was bathed in the aroma and smoke incents. I sighed and rested my head in the palm of my hand. I wanted so badly to be out in the sunshine. Alicia (who was sitting next to me at our round table) kneed me and brought me out of my daydreams. I turned and gave her a glum smile as Professor Trelawney came over to us, inspecting our tarot cards.

"Finally!" I yelled as Alicia and I emerged from the suffocating room that was Divination Class. She giggled and elbowed my side. We quickly ran down the stairs and headed to the Great Hall. I didn't stop when Angelina met up with us on our way. I kept a steady pace, not caring that they began lagging behind. I was determined to get a bit of sunshine before the sun set. I quickly entered the Great Hall and practically ran to the table. I slid down the bench and bumped into George, piling food onto the plate in front of me. He felt me and gave me an amused smile.

"In a hurry, are we?" He asked with a laugh in his voice. I nodded and stuff food in my mouth.

"I'll be damned if I miss out on the sunshine today." I quickly put more food in my mouth, not really tasting it. Fred looked around his brother and grinned at me just as Alicia and Angelina were approaching.

"Blimey, if you keep eating like that you'll give yourself a stomach ache!" Angelina scolded as she took her seat across from us, Alicia next to her. I ignored the statement and ate more.

"You should probably slow down." Fred added with an eyebrow raised. I just looked at him in response. I swallowed the last bite and put my fork down.

"Alright, I'm heading out." I said. I smiled at George's agape mouth and pushed my right hand through his hair. I looked around at everyone else. "You guys are welcome to join me." And with that I turned and fast-walked out of the Hall. George turned to back to the girls with confusion written on his face. Alicia shook her head.

"She was staring at the covered window in Divination the whole class. Didn't pay attention once." She said. Fred stared down at his plate.

"I didn't know she could eat that much that fast." He said. George chuckled and took another bite from his plate, gathering his things.

"I guess I'm going out there after her." He said, punching his brother in the arm and waltzing out. After he had exited the Hall, Angelina leaned forward.

"You know we're not going to go out there and interrupt them, right?" She asked, eyeing Fred. He smirked.

"I don't plan on walking in on my brother any time soon."

I found myself the sunniest and driest spot of grass that I could and sprawled out on the ground. Unfortunately, the sun was beginning to set, but the breeze that rustled the trees wiped through my hair and made me smile. I eyed the slush of snow still present on different parts of the ground. It was a weird thought, that it could feel so much like spring and yet there was still snow on the ground. I tossed my bag to the side and threw my robes off, rolling the sleeves of my collared shirt up. It was a little nippy, but I loved it. I layed back in the warm sunset and closed my eyes, feeling another lovely wind lift my hair ever-so-slightly off the ground. I smiled contently and began hearing sloshing footsteps come toward me.

I cracked one of my eyes open and saw a tall, lanky red head approaching. It was amazing that I could tell it was George from this angle. I closed my eye again and took a deep breath, savoring the fresh air. He tossed his bag down near where mine was and threw his robes so they landed on top of my face. He sat next to me, chuckling as I groaned and tossed them off of me. I pushed them aside and smiled up at him. He took off his tie and set his elbows on his knees, seeming to look at the horizon on the lake. I sat up, propping myself up with one hand and placed the other on the left side of his face, turning him to look at me. He smiled sweetly at me and I pecked a kiss on his lips. As I pulled away he leaned forward and kissed me again. And again. And again. Pausing to take a breath between each kiss, and each time, the kiss lasted longer. I slid my hand down from his cheek, down his jaw line, to his neck. I gripped the collar of his shirt and sighed against his lips. I felt him place a hand on my hip, tracing little circles with his thumb. I pressed my lips against his one more time, making the moment count. We pulled away and I watched the setting sun light dance across his face. He smiled at me, quickly turning it into a smirk.

"Just can't wait to take my clothes off, aye?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I realized my hand was still holding the collar of his shirt and let it go, heat raising to my face. I rolled my eyes and shifted my weight, sitting up straighter.

"George, you should know that if you seduce me like that, I'm going to want to take your clothes off." I gave him a sideways glance, a smile on playing on my lips. He still held his smirk and winked at me.

"You love it." He said playfully, placing his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer.

"I know." I replied, resting my head on his shoulder. The sky was fading to deep reds and purples. I put my hand on his knee, and he took it in his. He played with the ring on my finger.

"You know, I didn't really expect you to wear this. I kind of made it a joke." He said, eyeing my lovely Christmas present. I laughed a little.

"Why wouldn't I? You know I like your jokes." I said playfully elbowing him. I felt him shrug.

"Dunno." He paused. "I guess I was afraid that you wouldn't take it as seriously as I wanted you to." His voice got softer as he finished his sentence. I lifted my head off his shoulder and looked at him. I could tell he wasn't particularly comfortable with this topic. He kept looking at the ring, not meeting my gaze.

"George," I insisted. He returned my gaze; I could almost feel the heat on his face. "I adore your sense of humor, you know that, but I can tell when you're being serious." I leaned forward and kissed him. "I don't see a joke when I look at this ring," I wiggled my ring finger in his hand, "I see the Yule Ball. I see our first kiss." As I talked my cheeks reddened, but my eyes never left his. He gave me a crooked smile and I counted how many times he blinked. The sun was getting lower in the sky, with the moon high above our heads. He chuckled.

"Damn," he leaned back and layed in the grass, "your eyes are like sapphires." He lifted my hand next to my face, comparing the stone to my eyes. I laughed, imagining my face lighting on fire. I leaned down and kissed him.

"That's corny." I said against his lips. The sun showered us with its last beams of light as another breeze blew by.

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