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A/N: I'm really, really, really, really glad you guys like this story. You're awesome for reading and reviewing. By the way, I want to ask how old you all thought Bill was. I'm thinking, if Ron was fifteen, that must have made Charlie twenty-five, so what does that make Bill? I'm thinking maybe twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Help me out. Thanks and enjoy this chapter.

I tapped Melody on the shoulder, grinning. "Mind if we partner up?"

"Not at all," she said, turning to me. I glanced at Fred quickly. He rolled his eyes, smiling before turning to partner up with some Ravenclaw fourth year.

It was our first ever Dumbledore's Army meeting. Harry had instructed us to pair up and practice the disarming and blocking spells. Luckily, after we split, I spotted Melody standing alone, chatting with Harry . . . and that stupid, now sixth year Ravenclaw Franklin going towards her. Needless to say, I hightailed it to her before he could.

"So," I said, as we got into our ready positions, "I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me again next weekend."

"Expelliarmus!" I was flung backwards, landing on a pillow. I reached for my wand as Melody held out her hand grinning. "Sounds like fun, but don't you want to hang out with someone one your own age?"

"Expelliarmus!" She flew backwards onto her own pillow. I took her hand this time, pulling her to her feet. "I don't really want to hang out with anyone else."

"Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!" I winked at her as I lowered my wand. "Saw you coming."

Melody grinned slyly. "You know, George, you better be careful or people are going to think you're flirting with me."

"Expelliarmus!" She fell backwards again and I grabbed her hand again, holding on to it a little longer necessary. "What would you think if I were?"

She seemed stunned for a moment before hitting me with a non-verbal disarming spell. I smirked up at her in surprise, slightly amazed, slightly expecting that to come from her. "I would think that you must have lost a piece of your mind during one of your experiments."

"Why is that?" I asked as I got to my feet.

"Why on earth would you want to flirt with me?"

"I don't know. Maybe because you're interesting, smart, and let's not forget incredibly pretty." I was smiling at her trying to lighten the situation up a tad but it was easy to see that it wasn't helping. Melody's wand had since dropped to her side as she stared at me shocked and slightly confused. It would have been so easy just to kiss her then, in that room full of people. Maybe that would make her less confused?

"I don't get you, George Weasley," she said, almost in a whisper.

I almost kissed her then but Harry called order, ending the meeting. Melody left my side to go help pass out the Galleons she and Hermione had created to help let us know when the next meeting would. When she handed a coin to me, our eyes met for a long moment before she walked on, her cheeks coloring slightly.

"Geez, George," Fred whispered to me. "What'd you say to the poor girl?"

I shook my head, my ears getting hot. I was angry with myself for being so brash about the situation and then I was angry at Melody for not taking me seriously . . . well, not entirely seriously. I mean, what was with girls sometimes? They whine and fuss about guys not fancying them, and then when a bloke admits he does fancy her, she totally goes blank.

Maybe Melody didn't like me like I thought she had. Maybe she only saw me as her friend. Or worse, maybe just as a brother figure. Or even worse, maybe just as her friend's brother. If I'd known fancying a girl would be this confusing, I never would have started it.

She got out of the room before I could even talk to her. I think I'd embarrassed her, though I don't see how, unless the thought of my fancying her was just completely mortifying. Oh, yeah, that did a lot for one's ego.

Back in our dormitory, I explained what happened to my twin. He laughed when I was finished.

"I don't see what's so funny," I told him.

"You just don't understand girls, George," Fred said. "Especially this one it seems."

"Oh and you do?"

"I understand enough to know that you scared her – I didn't say you scared her off, blimey don't get your knickers all in a twist. Think about it from her point of view. I mean, here you are, incredibly shy, though you're brilliant and interesting, but for the past four years, no one, except your closest friends, has ever given you much mind, especially blokes, especially older blokes, and when one does, your bound to get slightly defensive because your expecting it all to be one big joke and explode in your face."

I stared at Fred in shock. "Since when have you become an expert?"

"Hey, you've been off chasing after girls. So I've been spending quite a lot of time with Angelina. . . . Plus that, I, er, kinda told her about the whole, uh, Melody thing."

"You what?!"

"I figured if I talked to someone about it, namely a girl, I'd be able to help you out more when you get in a situation like this."

I flopped back onto my bed. "Great, now the whole school's gonna know."

"She promised not to tell anyone. . . . Look, George, the point is you've got to do something that's going to completely knock Melody off her feet. Something that let's her know you are absolutely serious."

Sitting up, I could feel the grin starting to grown on my face. "Fred, I think I've got the perfect thing."