The next morning Sam found herself alone in her bed making her believe that the night before was just a dream and never really happened.

"It didn't happen," she stated in a serious tone after debating about the matter in her mind.

"What didn't happen?"

Samantha jumped at the sound of Lavender Brown's voice and blushed a mad shade of red when she realized how stupid she probably sounded.

"Oh... ah, I just had a bad dream... it seemed really real so-"

"And you thought it really was real? That happens to me all the time!" Lavender continued babbling on making Samantha thankful that the girl was conceited so she wouldn't press the matter like she knew Hermione would have done.

Just as she was about to walk into the Great Hall for breakfast she felt someone pull her to the side and in the blink of an eye she was facing a dark wall.

She realized that she was standing in a broom closet that was located in the Entrance Hall, but whoever it was who pulled her in was beyond her.

"Hey," a voice said in more of a mocking tone than anything and she instantly recognized it. A bit shocked, she turned around and stared at the face of Draco Malfoy.

This is wrong, was the first thing she thought. She didn't like Draco and being in a broom closet with him would definitely send a wrong message. He liked her, and it killed her to think about what would happen if George knew about what was going on.

"Wha-what are you doing?" she asked, trying to keep calm. He smirked at her, not picking up on the meaning behind her stutter at all.

"I'm kidnapping you of course."

"Oh yes, how foolish of me to think anything else." Draco laughed at her sarcasm and stepped a bit closer to her.

"You know what broom closets are used for, don't you, Samantha?" he asked with his smirk growing large by the second.

"Yes, storing things," Sam said pointedly and started growing angry at the sound of his laughter.

"Very comical," he said before leaning in to kiss her fully on the lips.

There was no magical pull in the kiss but Draco was determined to make it work. He stepped towards her even closer and pushed her against the back wall of the closet.

This is wrong, Sam thought over and over again but her mind tricked her into kissing Draco back. Instead of Draco standing before her she pictured that it was George who was actually grabbing her blonde hair and pressing himself against her body.

Stop, stop, stop... STOP! her mind screamed to her and finally she did. She tore herself away from Draco's grip and in the process, banged her head against the brick wall. Her hand held the back of her head and moaned in pain while Draco stepped back and stared at her in shock.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he said in a hurried tone and turning her around so he could take a look.

"No blood," Sam announced and turned away from him and winced in pain.

"Oh," was all he said and took a step back from her awkwardly.

Neither of them spoke, Sam looked away and tried to find some confidence to break the news about her true feelings to Draco easily while Draco stared at her with interest.

"Look... Draco," Sam sighed and looked up into his grey eyes, "we shouldn't be doing this." Relief washed over her after she finally spit out what she wanted to say since he pulled her into the broom closet.

"Don't be a prude, Sam, we're not going to get caught," he smirked at her making her grow angry.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" he asked, becoming annoyed that he had no idea what she was thinking.

"I mean, that I don't like you in the way you think I do."

Finally, she said the truth about what she really felt about Draco.

Draco was frozen in place, that was not what he was expecting her to say. His heart seemed to stop and he couldn't help but grow angry. Then why had she lead him on, he wondered and stared at the ground in frustration. Did she enjoy playing with his emotions, he never let people into his lift in the way that he did with Sam. He really liked her and then she just turned around and broke his heart.

"Leave," he whispered making her wince slightly from hearing the pain in his voice.

"Draco-"

"Just. Leave," he told her sternly and leaned his head against the brick wall. A bit scared, Samantha slowly left the closet and thanked God when no one saw her. She had a enough to work out without having to conjure up a believable lie pertaining to why she was in a broom closet.

She met with her friends in the Great Hall and acted like everything was okay. On the inside, however, she felt horrible and wanted so badly to go back to Draco so she could embrace him and tell him what he wanted to hear, but she knew that she couldn't. It would only make the situation worse and she would be even more confused.

Her friends suspected nothing for her skills at hiding her true emotion were impeccable since she spent most of her life doing so. She left for Ancient Ruins with Hermione and listened to her gab away about homework.

Things slowly turned back to normal and Samantha found herself in a rut which, to her, sadly didn't involve Draco Malfoy. Harry and Ron wondered about the abruptly ending friendship between Sam and Draco but didn't question her about it since their happiness out- ranked their curiosity. Things between her and George never changed, they became good friends who both had secret feelings for each other but they were both too chicken to admit it.

Finally, it was October and their first Hogsmeade weekend. Samantha was too excited to even start her homework on Friday night despite Hermione's protests.

"You're going to be stuck indoors all day on Sunday if you don't do it now!" her brown-haired friend complained loudly while they all sat in the common room.

"No," Sam said as she and George set up a game of Wizard's Chess, "I can do some when we come back from Hogsmeade."

"Ha! Like that's going to happen."

"Hermione," George complained, growing tired of the girl's mother-like conduct, "would you stop riding on Sam? If she doesn't want to do you her homework she doesn't have to," he reasoned making Hermione glare at the red head but gave up her protests and went back to her studies.

Next morning, Sam woke up extraordinarily earlier than usual and got dressed at lightning speed. She pulled her favorite red, knit sweater over her head and wore her comfiest pair of jeans. At six thirty she slipped on a pair of her black, suede, Puma tennis shoes and walked out the door of her dorm.

When she arrived at the Common Room she realized that she was the only one up, so she worked on homework until finally Hermione, Ron, Harry, and George all woke up.

They ate breakfast; fried eggs and bacon, and then trotted outside to get a carriage to Hogsmeade. Grudgingly, George was pulled away by Fred and Lee Jordan right when he was about to enter Sam, Hermione, Harry, and Ron's carriage.

When they arrived at Hogsmeade she was quickly cornered by George much to her pleasure.

"Ever been to Hogsmeade?" he asked her excitedly right when she stepped out of her carriage.

"No," she told him and then looked around at the village before her. The little shops and pubs looked like a picture that you'd see in a calendar. The first snow of the year had come and covered the shops and the ground with it. Hogwarts students could be seen running throughout the village. The Third Years stared into shop windows with their eyes wide with wonder.

Sam felt someone brush against her shoulder and she looked over to find George smiling over at her.

"Are you ready for a magnificent Weasley tour?" he asked her making a smile grow on her face.

"I am, I don't know about you, though," she smirked, feeling cheeky that day. He rolled his eyes and they started off down the road and George started to gab about each of the shops right away. The Three Broomsticks came up first and George quickly promised her that he'd buy her a Butterbeer later on. They kept going and passed a couple houses and stores and the Shrieking Shack where she was informed that it was the most Haunted Building in Britain. George wore a face that made Sam suspicious of him as he told her this. It was almost as if he was enjoying his own personal joke. She dismissed this when they came upon Honeydukes.

"C'mon," he said, motioning her into the sweet shop.

"No," she said, even though she wanted to go in, "it's okay, we can keep going."

"Yeah right," he laughed, "I can see the look in your eyes. Let's go," he said again and finally she walked giddily into the store with him.

She was instantly blown away by the amazing amount of sweets that seemed to be everywhere in the shop. There were rows upon rows of chocolates and a chocolate fountain. As she looked at all of the sweets, George slipped away momentarily to pick up all of the chocolates that he imagined that she'd like. He bought it at the counter and found Sam eyeing up some chocolate cauldrons making him happy that he picked her up some. He slipped his arm around her waist making her stiffen up immediately.

"Ready?" he asked, staring into her striking green eyes. She nodded wordlessly with a shocked expression but still kept a smile on her face. They left the shop and George handed her the bag of sweets.

"What's this?" she asked and then her eyes widened when she saw what was in the bag. "For me?" she asked and he nodded with a grin on his face. "Oh, George, you shouldn't have! I'm mean, this is so sweet, but you didn't have to spend your money on me!" she cried happily making the boy roll his eyes.

"Of course I have to, love. Now let's finish up this tour so we can get some Butterbeers, I'm freezing my arse off," he told her with a wink making her giggle and they continued on eating some of her chocolates along the way.

When they circled around and walked back to the Three Broomsticks they found it to be packed with students leaving there no room to sit down.

"Do you want to get our Butterbeers to go?" he asked and Sam agreed so they walked up to the bar and bought their drinks and left. He led her down a path when they were outside that led to a vacant spot where they could see the Shrieking Shack.

"It looks so cool," Sam smiled happily as she sipped her Butterbeer. George remained silent as he was too transfixed in staring at her profile to respond. Her nose was straight her lips were full and had a splatter of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She didn't have the high cheekbones that she wished to have, but he thought she was beautiful the way she was.

"George?" He snapped back into reality and saw her staring him in confusion.

"Yeah?" he asked and drank the rest of his Butterbeer before standing up and throwing the empty bottle into the woods.

"You okay?" Sam asked, making him roll his eyes.

"Of course," he told her with a smile.

"Good," she said sweetly and then she pulled her hand from behind her back and threw the snowball that she was hiding at his shoulder. She laughed and ran away when he charged after her in mild aggression.

"You're dead, Riddle," he laughed as he created a snowball and threw it at the back of her retreating head. She let out a bark of laughter as she felt the snow melt and wet her blonde hair. Sam quickly created two snowballs and threw them at George who was trying to create snowballs of his own. They both hit his head making him drop his snowball.

"That's it, Sam!" he laughed and started chasing her making her laugh and run away. Once George caught up with her he tackled her lightly to the ground, making her fall on top of him.

Once they stopped laughing they couldn't help but be silent from the powerful energy rushing between them. She couldn't help but be hypnotized from his hazel eyes that stared widely into her green ones.

"George-" she was about whisper but she was cut off when his lips came in contact with hers.

What was missing from her kiss with Draco definitely occurred in her kiss with George. Fireworks were going off like crazy in her head making her feel light headed. His lips were warm and felt right with hers. When they finally parted they were both breathing louder than usual.

"Sam-" he tried to say but was cut off from a voice in the distance.

"George! Sam!" the heard Fred yell, "I know you're there! C'mon, we have to meet Harry at the Hogs Head!" George looked at Sam with a slight frown at his face after listening to his brother.

"Do we have to?" Sam wined in a whisper making George smile.

"I know what you mean," George mumbled and then kissed the top of her head. The girl pushed herself of him and before they left, they shared a kiss and then started back up the trail.

October 5, 9:12 PM

Oh my God. :)

Happily,

Samantha Riddle