14 December

11:30 A.M.

History of Magic

I know you're concerned about me, thoughts book, but I am perfectly okay. I know, I know, that's surprising considering that I have officially been dating George Weasley for three days, but I'm okay.

In fact, I'd almost say life is good.

I mean, it's obviously nothing supremely wonderful, but it's alright. The worst part is getting over everyone's reactions. Everyone was all, "I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!!! I TOLD YOU THEY FANCIED EACH OTHER!!!" It pissed me off to gratify everyone's suspicions and I tried to break up with George, but he said no. And then we argued for an hour and ended up snogging, which drove everyone else out of the common room.

So, double blessing.

Also, McGonagall—being the creepy witch she is—looked all gratified and said I don't have to write in you anymore, thoughts book. But that only lasted for two days and then George and I got into an argument over where to go this Hogsmeade weekend (he wanted Zonko's, and I wanted the Shrieking Shack) and we ended up pulling out our wands and blasting the chandelier in the Great Hall from the ceiling and it came down and crashed on Colin Creepy and he broke his leg. Naturally, I ran up to him and grabbed his camera and documented the incident for him. Little sucker…

Alicia says that was cruel, but I don't care. Madame Pomfrey healed his leg like two minutes later.

Anyway, so after that, George and I got another week of detention and she says I have to start writing in you again. Apparently dating George does not mean I don't fight with him. I told her, "Go figure," and she took five more points from Gryffindor. So that, along with the fifty I lost for breaking the chandelier brings my total to 305. Only 195 more until my party!!!

So, to get on with the point, thoughts book, the reason I am writing in you at this moment is that I am currently gripping my quill so hard it's about to splinter. Marietta Edgecomb keeps stalking George!!!

That's right, my boyfriend George!!!

She keeps coming into History of Magic (which we don't even have with the Ravenclaws, P.S.) with "notes" for the classmates from Professor Sprout who she apparently assists. I have deduced that they're not real notes because one came for Trisha Midgen that said "Good job with your project in Greenhouse 12!" There is no Greenhouse 12. Also, I got one that said, "You're a bitch."

George just laughed. I smacked him upside the head.

AND!!!

She's hitting on George more than ever. Like she'll come over during breakfast and force herself between us and press her chest out and ask him to open a jar of jam for her. Luckily Lee is the only one salivating and he rushes up to do it for her. Also, she tried to trip me in Transfiguration this morning. I politely remind her that I have set her skirt on fire once and can do it again, and she gets this innocent face on and is like "I don't know what you're talking about, Katie Bell. I didn't try to trip you. George, your little girlfriend is a paranoid freak!"

To which George grins and responds: I know. And pats me on the head.

Little prick. He just leaned over and suggest we stage a covert operation and sneak into the Ravenclaw dorms and drop dung bombs on her from the pipes. I figure this is just an excuse to watch Marietta undress so I slug him.

Binns just looks up and blinks.

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Later…

2:30 P.M.

Loo

I ducked out of the hall really quick to avoid Umbridge. She has been on the prowl to catch George and me together for the past three days. And, as we were just snogging behind a tapestry on the seventh floor, I didn't think it was a good idea to get caught. I've seen what she's done to students who get detention from her—Lee's left hand is all carved up and says "I will not use foul language." I don't need a manifesto on my hand reading "I will not behave like a slut." Imagine the ideas it would give someone like Roger Davies. Shudder.

I feel slightly refreshed that we're having another D.A. meeting tonight. First, because we're practicing jinxes, which means I can finally have an excuse to let my aim go slightly awry and hex Marietta Edgecomb's face, and second, because George and me always linger afterward and use the room for our own purposes. Out of the sight of Umbridge. Heh heh heh.

Oh gross. Seriously, thoughts book, three days ago I would have killed myself for writing that. I'm slightly ashamed of myself.

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Even Later…

3:30

Potions

Notes Between the Girls and Me

I hope you and George don't keep the D.A. room all to yourselves tonight. Me and Fred want a go.

Finders, keepers Ange. Why can't you just stay in the Astronomy tower?

Filch is patrolling it now. There's only time for a quick romp before he'll be up there.

That's disgusting.

Why can't we share?

EW! I'm not having a snog ten feet away from where you and Fred are shagging!

Godric, Katie, quit being so dramatic. We wouldn't do THAT in front of you. Although George could probably use some pointers from Fred, he's most excellent at ---

I'm sorry. I'm not allowing you two to talk about shagging while Snape's fifteen feet away. It's not a good setting.

George and I aren't shagging!!!

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7:30 P.M.

Detention

Have finished correcting the first year pop quizzes and am waiting for McGonagall to release me. George is off somewhere scrubbing something. We're not allowed to have detention together now that we're dating.

La la la…

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11:48 P.M.

Dorm Room

Oh sweet Merlin, I have just seen the sickest thing in the world!!!

Okay, back up.

Tonight at the D.A. meeting, I was a little disappointed 'cause we didn't do jinxes like I thought. Harry had us move on to the Patronus Charm. So no hexing Marietta, but I did have the pleasure of seeing her fail miserably at producing a patronus. Ha! She started crying and Cho went over to comfort her. Which is where Harry spent most of the evening. Go figure.

So the lads and Alicia and Angelina and I are in a corner of the room practicing these things. I can't manage to make anything but a few puffs of smoke come out of my wand, and neither can Ange or Lee, but Alicia's patronus is a fat puffy cat which is rolling around in the air and playing with a ball of yarn. HA! Figures…The twins have managed to produce theirs; they have matching foxes which start chasing Alicia's cat.

I'm frustrated and plop down on the nearest pouf. "How come I can't do it??" I pout, folding my arms.

The twins plop down on either side of me.

"Just think of a happy thought, Katie Kate!" Fred says, flicking his long hair out of his face.

"You're my happy thought, Kates," George says smarmily, puckering up his lips in a ridiculous manner and batting his eyelashes. I push him off the pouf.

Alica flicks her wand and her cat disappears. "I've got an idea," she says as Ange and Lee are switching wands to see if they can produce theirs better with a different wand.

"What?" I ask, eager to produce a patronus to go attack George's.

"Well…you're always happiest when you're angry…"

"That is not true!"

"Yes it is," everyone chorused, looking up from what they were doing. I am silenced. Alicia continues.

"So think of a time you've been really cruel! That will make you happy!"

I make a face at her, but I try it. I imagine Marietta Edgecomb screaming and running out of the Transfiguration room, hands clasped around her flaming buttocks. I laugh maliciously.

Exepcto Patronum!

And it works! Except what bursts out of the end of my wand isn't a ferocious lion or wildebeest. It's a little furry bunny rabbit.

"WHAT???" I yell so loudly that most of the room looks up. A few people laugh. "That's lamer than Alicia's!"

"Hey!"

George throws an arm around my neck and thrusts me to his side. "Nicely done, Kates!"

I shove him away, and hide in a corner and continue to pout. Naturally, no one comes to comfort me.

I watch as Ange finally manages to produce a leopard and Lee gives up. The meeting disperses and everyone starts to head to the door. The twins appear to be attacking Harry with more offers of ridiculous pranks to play on Umbridge, and he attempts to shrug them off (smart lad), but most of his attention is directed at Cho Chang who is hanging back. I roll my eyes. Stupid pre-teen romance.

It takes George all the way to the door to realize I'm missing, and then, almost as an afterthought, he turns back and walks around the room to where I'm sitting. Harry and Cho are in their own world and don't seem to notice the idiotic lanky redhead. Or me, for that matter.

"Kates," George says as he gets to me. "Still up for a good snog tonight? Room's almost empty."

I glare at him.

"Oh come on, Kates, No one cares that your patronus is a bunny. So was Luna Lovegood's."

I burst into tears. "Luna Lovegood's was a hare! Mine was a floppy, fluffy bunny!"

George doesn't appear to know what to do. He pats me awkwardly on the shoulder and hands me a tissue. Then he claps a hand over my mouth. I'm instantly angry.

Me: MMPH!

George: No, Kates, look.

He points a finger over to a corner of the room as Cho (who's still here) approaches Harry. I shrug his hand off of me.

Me: We've gotta get out of here. I don't wanna see this.

George nods and we start to rise, but as we do, Cho bursts into loud, noisy tears.

George: Poor lad. I know what that's like.

Me: -Slugs him-

George: Oh shit, we're stuck.

And we are. 'Cause at that moment, Harry and Cho start snogging and there's no way we're getting up and betraying ourselves as being in the room during all of this.

I want to throw up in my mouth. It's nothing horrid at first, but then Harry's tongue is suddenly out before even meeting Cho's mouth and they're at each other like wolves. George and I duck behind a couch and gag. He starts rolling on the floor hissing that his eyes are burning. Then the noises start.

I want to cry, it's so painfully awkward. George and I are screwing up our eyes and stuffing our fingers in our ears. Then after a few minutes, he shoves me with his shoulder and I look over at him.

"We've got to be safe now," he mouths and I nod and we both take our fingers out of our ears.

And this is what we overhear.

"No, Harry, it's fine. Role play is fun. Me and Ced did it all that time."

I open my mouth to scream, but George quickly claps a hand over my mouth and shakes his head violently. We sink even lower behind the couch.

"Erm…I dunno, Cho, I think I'm gonna go now…Ron and Hermione will be waiting for me…"

"Smart bastard," hisses George. "I've snogged her. Chang's kinky."

I knee him in the stomach, and we hear a door open so we peek out over the couch just in time to see Cho grab Harry by his cloak and lick the side of his face. Then he dashes out and Cho follows a few seconds later.

When all is clear, George and I stand up and scream.

Me: I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT HAPPENED!!!

George: I KNOW, I KNOW! FILTH! AWWWWW!

Me: Ange and Fred are nothing compared to that!

George: Ange and Fred aren't a tenth of that!

Me: And they weren't even shagging!

George: Mine eyes, Mine eyes!!!

After we recover, and mutually agree that any snogging tonight is out of the question, we head back to the Gryffindor Common Room where Harry is sitting, shell-shocked, in front of the fire. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are on the couch facing him.

Ron: So mate, how was it?

Harry: -thinks-Wet.

George leans close to me and whispers, "Damn right, wet. If you ever try to lick me, I'll hit you over the head with my bludger's bat so fast you won't know what happened." I shove him into a wall.

"Like I would ever!" I hiss.

But Harry appeared to have enjoyed it, because a few minutes later, the three fifth years were all laughing. George and I shuddered, he pecked me on the forehead, and we went up to our dorms.

I barely even noticed Fred and Ange in the corner after that.

Merlin help me if George and I EVER get that way.

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