Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I think Harry Potter owns me.
Thank you, Chained Dove, for correcting my mistake on the POVs *feels like a total dork* That's what reviews are for, right?
I don't know what's up with me! Also, I wrote that Mark Brocklehurst was mooning over Gwen. (I meant Elisa Rodgers!)
Oh, and if anyone doesn't understand my ending, George is referring to the very beginning of the story (yeah, thirteen chapters ago). So if you don't get it, you can look back.
Reviewers * wipes away a tear * I can't believe this is the last chapter! You guys kept me going on this! Thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter thirteen: MistysTwilight47, Chained Dove, Kelly the Maiden, Noodlejelly, Helena Darjeeling, Snowgrl, Sea Chelle, the Silver Star, Lala, twin (okay, you're NOT annoying, You're awesome), Potter Princess, Luisa, Juvenus, Ellie, Alex, eJo 182, Springrain, Oliverwoodschic, Biobud, Tessa, two insanely tortured minds, Shandril, and Tangible visions and the Penguins.
For those of you waiting for me to write something else check out my parody of "Hanging by a Moment" called "Hanging by a Broomstick. It plays at the Yule Ball sometime but George and Alicia aren't exactly listening…
Weasley twin addicts: Check out my obsession list and pretty much everything I write since they are all about the twins. I'll be adding an alphabet list soon, too.
Oh, yeah, one last note. My twin wanted to inform everyone reading this that "Jorge" is George in Spanish. (She would have killed me if I didn't mention it. If you don't believe me check out her review). Okay, I'll finish this story now. You may want to read the last part of chapter thirteen again if you don't remember what happened…
George's POV
"Don't be long," I said, letting go of Alicia's hand.
I watched her go as she walked away, shaking my head at the way she affected me. Oh, sweet Merlin, I was smitten! 'George, get a hold of yourself!' a voice in my head commanded. 'Just be cool about this. When she comes back don't get all mushy on her…'
"Hey, Georgie Boy! Long time no see!" boomed a deep male voice that could only be my brother Charlie.
"I'm not George, I'm Fred!" I protested, turning to see that I was right.
"Oh, you can't fool me, little brother."
"Really, did you see Fred before you found me?"
Charlie grinned. "Actually yes, he was dancing with Angelina."
"Big surprise there," I said with a snort.
"Yeah, I should have guessed. You come here with anyone?"
"Yeah, Alicia," A feminine voice answered for me.
"Gwen!" I said in surprise.
"Am I right?" the blonde smiled.
I felt heat rush to my face. "Well, yes…"
"I shouldn't have asked. The only time George Weasley is quiet is whenever Fred mentions this Alicia girl," she laughed.
"Fred what!"
"Relax, I'm kidding! Ian is looking after the dragons now so Charlie and I have been dancing. I've danced with Fred and Ron and now I'm going to steal you away for a dance. "
"Well-"
"Where is Alicia?" she asked, looking around.
"Oh, she went to fix her hair."
"I'm going to have to meet her when she comes back!" she said with a friendly smile.
"I'll meet her first!" Charlie said with a smile.
"Ah, he's only saying that because he's danced with Angelina and Hermione," Gwen said, leading me onto the dance floor.
"Looks like I can't refuse…" I said jokingly.
"Don't you forget it!"
"Alicia wants to see the dragons and the ice sculptures, too!" I called back to Charlie.
"We can arrange that," he said with a wink. Gwen blew fake kisses to Charlie as we walked away from him.
"So, how are things?" she asked me.
"Things are great," I said honestly.
"Having a good time tonight?"
"Oh, definitely. A lot better time than last year."
"Oh, because of Alicia?"
I only smiled.
"Don't tell me you're going to put pixies in her robes like you did to me!"
"Oh, not a chance," I said with a grin. "Hey, that was over a year ago!"
"So?"
"I guess you're right. Hey did you hear about our game with Ravenclaw?"
"No, what?"
"We tied with them!"
"You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not. Cho Chang caught the Snitch but our Chasers were so good that…" I began to go into great detail about the game including things about Ron and Harry, our three Chasers, and the Keeper for the Ravenclaw team.
"He's a disgrace to the entire house!" Gwen wailed.
"Ah, he's only a reserve."
"Still. How are those Ravenclaw beaters!?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. Dylan Stackpole's a seventh year but Anthony Stockwood's a fifth."
"What, no girls?"
"No, only Cho and Fiona."
The song ended and Gwen kissed my forehead. "Thanks for the dance, kiddo!"
"Hey, don't call me that!" I protested. Hmm…Alicia had been gone an awful long time…I wonder what happened…
Just then I spotted her. She was completely white, the color drained out of her cheeks, and she wasn't smiling at me. Without another word she bolted toward the Great Oak doors.
What…the…hell?… Quickly muttering an apology to Gwen and Charlie, I hurried after her.
Alicia's POV
I had to get away…I had to get away…I raced out the wide-open front doors and stumbled down the steps toward the twinkling fairy garden.
I heard footsteps behind me but didn't turn around. Just before I reached a winding path in the gardens, I heard someone running down the steps. I looked behind me and saw George running straight toward me. I dodged behind a hedge but he spotted me before I was hidden. In four quick strides he made it over to my hiding place. I had to face him... I stepped out from behind the hedges, not having a clue what to say or do…
George's POV
I ran down the front steps in record time and reached the garden in search of Alicia. Why had she run off like that? I caught a glimpse of her to my right and quickly caught up with her. She stood pale and still as stone as I walked closer.
"George," her lower lip trembled.
"Alicia! Wait!" I reached for her and missed as she backed away from me.
"Please, go away. She'll be wondering where you are," she said, walking away from me.
"She who?" I chased after her.
"You know perfectly well 'who'!" she snapped, concealed behind a rose bush.
"No, I don't. You're being ridiculous!" I said desperately.
"The blonde! The girl you're so chummy with! Fellow beaters! Fred and Lee seem to feel you fancy her! And here I thought that somehow maybe-" her voice broke.
"What in the world are you talking about? I was just dancing with Charlie's fiancé!"
She stopped and came out from behind the bush; a single tear fell down her cheek. "What? Oh…my…" her face flushed bright red. "I've said way too much…"
"You think I fancy Gwen or something?" I asked doubtfully.
To my total surprise she actually nodded, biting her lip. "For three months now…I saw a picture of her in your dorm…Oh, George, I'm so sorry…I didn't meant to…"
"Stop, stop," I murmured, softly bringing her into a hug. I don't know how this thing got started but I want you to know that I prefer girls my own age, one in particular whom I've had my eye on since fifth year…"
She looked up at me and I stopped. "I mean…"
She smiled and gestured toward a carved bench a few feet away. I nodded and we sat down on it. I swallowed rather nervously. Now I was the one who'd said too much.
Alicia's POV
We sat in silence for a while; taking in the twinkling lights, stone statures, elaborately cut bushes and the black velvet sky. To me it was all so romantic. I glanced at George. I couldn't read his expression. He caught my eye and smiled and I wondered who'd break the silence. It was George who spoke first.
"So… you were in my dorm?" he asked curiously.
"Well, yeah, I accepted a dare."
"A dare?"
"Yeah, Katie dared me to go in your room."
"Oh?"
"Mmhm."
"And?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" George raised his eyebrows.
"Nope. Only that I saw a picture of you and-"
"Gwen."
"Right."
"She's really nice, you know."
"I'm sure she is," I smiled. "Now that I know the truth."
George laughed quietly, resting his hand lightly over mine. Shyly, I slid closer to him, twisting my hand up so that our fingers intertwined. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. Feeling the slight rise and fall of each breath he took, I relaxed. A soft touch at my forehead made me open my eyes to see he'd brushed a stray tendril from my eyes.
I turned my face up to smile at him at the same time George brought his down. One look in his intent brown eyes quickly changed my intentions…Our faces were so close I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. His eyes darted questioningly from my eyes to my mouth and back up to my eyes again. I shifted my gaze to his lips as we got closer, feeling my heartbeat quicken. As we closed the space in between us I shut my eyes.
His warms lips brushed mine softly and when he didn't stop I leaned forward, draping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips against his, inviting him to continue. He hesitated, and then became more aggressive, almost numbing my mouth with his smooth lips. He was gentle, though, his hands settling on my back and softly gripping my waist. He slowly pulled away after a minute and I fancied a soft sigh.
George's POV
Alicia let out a soft sigh as I pulled away. Her eyes searched mine intently.
"That was nice," I said softly.
"Yeah," she lowered her eyes. "But I know what would be nicer…" she whispered.
"What would that be?" I lowered my voice as she looked at me.
She smiled, as if daring me to guess. "Guess."
"I think I will," I murmured, claiming her lips again. My last thought as Alicia's mouth caressed mine was that this was a dream that no one, not even my own mum, could wake me from.
A/N: Did you like it? Please review! Ever wonder where Fred and Angelina disappear to in this story? Stay tuned for a Fred and Angelina story parallel to 'By George'. I don't know what I'll call it but I'm thinking on it. It may take me a while to post it.
Thank you, Chained Dove, for correcting my mistake on the POVs *feels like a total dork* That's what reviews are for, right?
I don't know what's up with me! Also, I wrote that Mark Brocklehurst was mooning over Gwen. (I meant Elisa Rodgers!)
Oh, and if anyone doesn't understand my ending, George is referring to the very beginning of the story (yeah, thirteen chapters ago). So if you don't get it, you can look back.
Reviewers * wipes away a tear * I can't believe this is the last chapter! You guys kept me going on this! Thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter thirteen: MistysTwilight47, Chained Dove, Kelly the Maiden, Noodlejelly, Helena Darjeeling, Snowgrl, Sea Chelle, the Silver Star, Lala, twin (okay, you're NOT annoying, You're awesome), Potter Princess, Luisa, Juvenus, Ellie, Alex, eJo 182, Springrain, Oliverwoodschic, Biobud, Tessa, two insanely tortured minds, Shandril, and Tangible visions and the Penguins.
For those of you waiting for me to write something else check out my parody of "Hanging by a Moment" called "Hanging by a Broomstick. It plays at the Yule Ball sometime but George and Alicia aren't exactly listening…
Weasley twin addicts: Check out my obsession list and pretty much everything I write since they are all about the twins. I'll be adding an alphabet list soon, too.
Oh, yeah, one last note. My twin wanted to inform everyone reading this that "Jorge" is George in Spanish. (She would have killed me if I didn't mention it. If you don't believe me check out her review). Okay, I'll finish this story now. You may want to read the last part of chapter thirteen again if you don't remember what happened…
George's POV
"Don't be long," I said, letting go of Alicia's hand.
I watched her go as she walked away, shaking my head at the way she affected me. Oh, sweet Merlin, I was smitten! 'George, get a hold of yourself!' a voice in my head commanded. 'Just be cool about this. When she comes back don't get all mushy on her…'
"Hey, Georgie Boy! Long time no see!" boomed a deep male voice that could only be my brother Charlie.
"I'm not George, I'm Fred!" I protested, turning to see that I was right.
"Oh, you can't fool me, little brother."
"Really, did you see Fred before you found me?"
Charlie grinned. "Actually yes, he was dancing with Angelina."
"Big surprise there," I said with a snort.
"Yeah, I should have guessed. You come here with anyone?"
"Yeah, Alicia," A feminine voice answered for me.
"Gwen!" I said in surprise.
"Am I right?" the blonde smiled.
I felt heat rush to my face. "Well, yes…"
"I shouldn't have asked. The only time George Weasley is quiet is whenever Fred mentions this Alicia girl," she laughed.
"Fred what!"
"Relax, I'm kidding! Ian is looking after the dragons now so Charlie and I have been dancing. I've danced with Fred and Ron and now I'm going to steal you away for a dance. "
"Well-"
"Where is Alicia?" she asked, looking around.
"Oh, she went to fix her hair."
"I'm going to have to meet her when she comes back!" she said with a friendly smile.
"I'll meet her first!" Charlie said with a smile.
"Ah, he's only saying that because he's danced with Angelina and Hermione," Gwen said, leading me onto the dance floor.
"Looks like I can't refuse…" I said jokingly.
"Don't you forget it!"
"Alicia wants to see the dragons and the ice sculptures, too!" I called back to Charlie.
"We can arrange that," he said with a wink. Gwen blew fake kisses to Charlie as we walked away from him.
"So, how are things?" she asked me.
"Things are great," I said honestly.
"Having a good time tonight?"
"Oh, definitely. A lot better time than last year."
"Oh, because of Alicia?"
I only smiled.
"Don't tell me you're going to put pixies in her robes like you did to me!"
"Oh, not a chance," I said with a grin. "Hey, that was over a year ago!"
"So?"
"I guess you're right. Hey did you hear about our game with Ravenclaw?"
"No, what?"
"We tied with them!"
"You're kidding!"
"No, I'm not. Cho Chang caught the Snitch but our Chasers were so good that…" I began to go into great detail about the game including things about Ron and Harry, our three Chasers, and the Keeper for the Ravenclaw team.
"He's a disgrace to the entire house!" Gwen wailed.
"Ah, he's only a reserve."
"Still. How are those Ravenclaw beaters!?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. Dylan Stackpole's a seventh year but Anthony Stockwood's a fifth."
"What, no girls?"
"No, only Cho and Fiona."
The song ended and Gwen kissed my forehead. "Thanks for the dance, kiddo!"
"Hey, don't call me that!" I protested. Hmm…Alicia had been gone an awful long time…I wonder what happened…
Just then I spotted her. She was completely white, the color drained out of her cheeks, and she wasn't smiling at me. Without another word she bolted toward the Great Oak doors.
What…the…hell?… Quickly muttering an apology to Gwen and Charlie, I hurried after her.
Alicia's POV
I had to get away…I had to get away…I raced out the wide-open front doors and stumbled down the steps toward the twinkling fairy garden.
I heard footsteps behind me but didn't turn around. Just before I reached a winding path in the gardens, I heard someone running down the steps. I looked behind me and saw George running straight toward me. I dodged behind a hedge but he spotted me before I was hidden. In four quick strides he made it over to my hiding place. I had to face him... I stepped out from behind the hedges, not having a clue what to say or do…
George's POV
I ran down the front steps in record time and reached the garden in search of Alicia. Why had she run off like that? I caught a glimpse of her to my right and quickly caught up with her. She stood pale and still as stone as I walked closer.
"George," her lower lip trembled.
"Alicia! Wait!" I reached for her and missed as she backed away from me.
"Please, go away. She'll be wondering where you are," she said, walking away from me.
"She who?" I chased after her.
"You know perfectly well 'who'!" she snapped, concealed behind a rose bush.
"No, I don't. You're being ridiculous!" I said desperately.
"The blonde! The girl you're so chummy with! Fellow beaters! Fred and Lee seem to feel you fancy her! And here I thought that somehow maybe-" her voice broke.
"What in the world are you talking about? I was just dancing with Charlie's fiancé!"
She stopped and came out from behind the bush; a single tear fell down her cheek. "What? Oh…my…" her face flushed bright red. "I've said way too much…"
"You think I fancy Gwen or something?" I asked doubtfully.
To my total surprise she actually nodded, biting her lip. "For three months now…I saw a picture of her in your dorm…Oh, George, I'm so sorry…I didn't meant to…"
"Stop, stop," I murmured, softly bringing her into a hug. I don't know how this thing got started but I want you to know that I prefer girls my own age, one in particular whom I've had my eye on since fifth year…"
She looked up at me and I stopped. "I mean…"
She smiled and gestured toward a carved bench a few feet away. I nodded and we sat down on it. I swallowed rather nervously. Now I was the one who'd said too much.
Alicia's POV
We sat in silence for a while; taking in the twinkling lights, stone statures, elaborately cut bushes and the black velvet sky. To me it was all so romantic. I glanced at George. I couldn't read his expression. He caught my eye and smiled and I wondered who'd break the silence. It was George who spoke first.
"So… you were in my dorm?" he asked curiously.
"Well, yeah, I accepted a dare."
"A dare?"
"Yeah, Katie dared me to go in your room."
"Oh?"
"Mmhm."
"And?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" George raised his eyebrows.
"Nope. Only that I saw a picture of you and-"
"Gwen."
"Right."
"She's really nice, you know."
"I'm sure she is," I smiled. "Now that I know the truth."
George laughed quietly, resting his hand lightly over mine. Shyly, I slid closer to him, twisting my hand up so that our fingers intertwined. I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder. Feeling the slight rise and fall of each breath he took, I relaxed. A soft touch at my forehead made me open my eyes to see he'd brushed a stray tendril from my eyes.
I turned my face up to smile at him at the same time George brought his down. One look in his intent brown eyes quickly changed my intentions…Our faces were so close I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. His eyes darted questioningly from my eyes to my mouth and back up to my eyes again. I shifted my gaze to his lips as we got closer, feeling my heartbeat quicken. As we closed the space in between us I shut my eyes.
His warms lips brushed mine softly and when he didn't stop I leaned forward, draping my arms around his neck. I pressed my lips against his, inviting him to continue. He hesitated, and then became more aggressive, almost numbing my mouth with his smooth lips. He was gentle, though, his hands settling on my back and softly gripping my waist. He slowly pulled away after a minute and I fancied a soft sigh.
George's POV
Alicia let out a soft sigh as I pulled away. Her eyes searched mine intently.
"That was nice," I said softly.
"Yeah," she lowered her eyes. "But I know what would be nicer…" she whispered.
"What would that be?" I lowered my voice as she looked at me.
She smiled, as if daring me to guess. "Guess."
"I think I will," I murmured, claiming her lips again. My last thought as Alicia's mouth caressed mine was that this was a dream that no one, not even my own mum, could wake me from.
A/N: Did you like it? Please review! Ever wonder where Fred and Angelina disappear to in this story? Stay tuned for a Fred and Angelina story parallel to 'By George'. I don't know what I'll call it but I'm thinking on it. It may take me a while to post it.