(A/N HERE IT IS! :D The next chapter and I think this one might be my favorite! You'll understand once you start reading! ENJOY!)

"Leave me alone!" The cry was desperate, and only made me push harder.

"Miah!" I shouted, knowing it was her.

"George," she screamed and I could hear the fear, even though I was still pretty far from her.

"Miah." Every step took me closer to her and I could hear my panting loud in my ears, but I didn't stop, wouldn't stop.

"Geor-" but she was cut off. What happened? Was she okay? Panic built up in my chest. I whipped around the small bend in the road just in time to see them. Draco gave Miah a rough shove forward and she was knocked down, landing hard on her hands.

"Miah!" I cried and she looked around, and of course that blonde bloke did too. I could read the fear in his eyes, the way they flicked from mine, and the small shift backward.

"George." I heard Miah's raspy whisper and the anger just burst inside of me.

"How dare you," I growled, directing my hatred to the fool who dared to do this to my Miah.

"What are you doing here?" Draco hid his fear behind an ugly sneer, but I ignored him.

"How dare you hurt Miah like that!" I stepped forward, letting my rage burn like a forest fire.

"What are you going to do about it?" How dare he, that bloody little- I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I pounced.

"No!" Miah's scream distracted me and caused Draco to miscalculate; his wand jabbed and the spell flew right by my head.

As quickly as I could, I brought my hand up and collided my fist with his arm, sending the wand flying into the brush next to the lane. He let out a cry of surprise and quickly reached into his pocket, only to look shocked. He turned behind him to see that Miah had grabbed her wand out of his pocket. She gave a triumphant smile from where she lay on the ground.

Draco turned back to me only for his face to meet with my fist, and he reeled backward. He held his jaw and I noticed he already had a split lip; I had a feeling Miah had something to do with that.

I came at him with another punch, but the quick little prat slipped around me and countered with a punch of his own. I felt the blow hard in my stomach but ignored it, thinking of all what he might have done to Miah. He came at me again, but wasn't fast enough, and I knocked him back a step with a punch. Man he was bony! I fought the urge to shake my hand as pangs of pain shot through it.

While I was momentarily distracted, he jumped at me once and we fell back. I felt sharp stones dig into my back, and I let out a grunt. I felt his fist collide with the side of my face, pain pounding through my head. Angrily I gave a kick and knocked him from me, then pinned him to the ground. He fought me with everything he had. I ground my teeth, only to increase the burn in my jaw. I let go of one of his arms and drove my punch into his stomach, making him double over and clutch at his middle.

I dragged him to his feet and attacked again; this time he fell backwards with no resistance, his sides heaving. Blood trickled down his chin from his lip, his hair was all out of place, and he looked up fearfully at me.

I took a step toward him threateningly, and he scrambled to his knees, then took a dive into the weeds by the road. When the rustling stopped I figured he must have found his wand. The weak little weasel, finally got a taste of the medicine he had coming for a long while! But there was no time for celebration because Miah still needed me.

I quickly spun around and ran to her. She lay on her side, eyes closed and a lump growing on her cheek.

"Miah," I whispered, gently brushing my fingers across her jaw.

…

I watched with horror as Draco's spell flew toward George, but my scream had startled him, and he stopped just out of the way of Draco's wand. George quickly knocked the wand from his hand. Thinking quickly, I dragged myself up and slipped my wand from Draco's pocket, and not a moment too soon. His hand fumbled with his pocket before he spun around to see I had it; I couldn't help but give a teasing smile.

I fell back on the ground, my arms unable to hold me any longer, but I watched with joy as George pummeled Draco right in the face. George made another swing but missed, and I could barely keep my eyes open now. Exhaustion was numbing my whole body, but I fought it hard as I watched them brawl. How did it come to this? I couldn't help but wonder.

They fell to the ground, with Draco on top, and I desperately wanted to help George but I just couldn't find the strength to. I gave in then and let my head fall back against the stones. George would win, I knew he would.

I could hear the sound of the stones shifting with their steps, and soft grunts as blows made contact. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly. They are fighting over me, and it's all my fault! George, the most wonderful person in the world, next to Sadona, of course, was risking himself for me. Was I even worth it?

A great thump started in my skull and I grimaced at the incredible headache. I heard some scuffling moving off, and then it stopped altogether, but I couldn't find the energy to even open my eyes and see who had won. I was afraid of who it could possibly be.

The crunch of the person's feet hurried over to me, and a sweet whisper met my ears.

"Miah." Oh how I loved that voice. I felt a gentle stroke across my cheek, and I leaned my head against it. My eyes fluttered opened and I smiled, a pained but indescribably happy smile. Just seeing him gave me all the strength I needed, and I pushed myself up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his arms around my back and his face nuzzled against my neck; this was the place I was meant to be, and I never wanted to leave.

I slowly pulled out of the embrace to look him in the eyes to find a small tear slipping down his cheek and my heart broke at the sight of it.

"Oh Miah, I was so scared," his voice shook, his sweet brown eyes staring deep into mine.

"George, don't cry," I whispered, please don't cry. I wiped the tear with my thumb, and he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Miah, I love you more than anything in the whole world." I was at loss for words but thankfully I didn't need words to answer him. I felt his lips brush ever so gently on mine, and a feeling of bliss swept over me. How I could ever have confused love with Draco, I had no idea, because this was it right here. He took my breath away with the softness of his kiss and warmth of his arms around me.

When we finally broke away, I could feel a light blush on my cheeks and a silly smile on my lips. He grinned as well and the light was back in his eyes.

"You know how long I have been waiting to do that?" His comment made my blush heat up on my face. "But could you, you know, not mention me crying…" He joked and I couldn't help but laugh. However, even the slightest jolt from that little giggle made a shock of pain burst through my side, and a little gasp escaped my lips.

"What is it, what's wrong?" he asked, and worry took over his expression once more. I very lightly put a hand on my ribs and winced. It hurt badly.

"It hurts," I looked to him, wishing I could erase the worry from his eyes.

"Let's get you home." He ever so carefully scooped me up in his arms, looking pained himself every time I grimaced. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes for a second to get my bearings.

"Could you?" he asked when I opened them. I nodded and grabbed my wand. With a wave we found ourselves outside of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and he very gently carried me in. The closed sign was on the door and it was dark in the shop.

That was when I realized how much I wanted to see if Sadona was okay. He carried me up the steps and into the flat; I wondered how pitiful I must have looked, curled up in his arms like a frightened child.

The door to the flat closed loudly behind us and I wondered where they were.

"Miah!" The hopeful cry came from Fred's room, followed by a loud thud, and running feet. Sadona sped from the room and down the hall, her coffee brown hair flying out behind her, followed by a very unhappy looking Fred.

"Sadona Marisol! You get back on that bed this instant!" he yelled, and then saw us.

"Sadona!" I called to my best friend. George slowly set me on my feet and I fell into her open arms.

"You're okay, oh you're okay." She started to sob into my hair, and because she was crying, I started crying. But they were happy tears, the happiest tears I have ever cried in my life.

"I was so worried about you!" I said, pulling away and wiping my eyes.

"Me, I was terrified for you!" She rubbed at her face with her palms. All the while Fred had watched the reunion with a happy smile, but with his arms crossed firmly over his chest.

"Yes, yes, and we can tell each other all about it, after you two rest. You have been through a lot today." Sadona gave Fred an unhappy glare, but after a loud sigh, she did as he commanded and dragged her feet all the way to his room.

"That girl is going to drive me crazy one day!" Fred collapsed on his couch and faked his displeasure.

"One day," I rolled my eyes.

"Glad to see you're okay Miah," he teased, but I was already making my way to George's room. I slowly crawled into the bed, without even bothering to think about ridding myself of my dirty and torn clothing. George followed and leaned against the door frame, watching me as I snuggled deeper under the blankets.

"Aren't you going to change?" he questioned as he moved into the room.

"No mom," I teased, sleep pulling at my eyelids already.

"How do you feel?" he asked, coming to the edge of my bed.

"I just need to sleep." I could still feel throbbing everywhere, but there was no way I could pull myself from the bed now. "How do you feel?" I asked him.

"Not so good," he smiled. "But I will be okay. You rest now." He leaned over me and pressed his lips against my forehead, then quietly left the room. I smiled and wanted to touch the spot where his lips had just been, but a moment later, I was out like a light.

…

"Miah," I whispered and gently brushed my fingers across her jaw. Was she hurt? I felt her lean against my hand, and her beautiful blue eyes slowly opened. A small smile stretched across her lips and I felt such a relief. Before I knew it, she had her arms around me, and I was burying my face against her neck.

Emotions I have never felt before rushed over me and I couldn't hold them in. A tear slipped down my cheek, but I didn't care. I was feeling way too much to care about that silly little tear. Miah pulled away and looked me in the eyes, then noticed the small little tear.

"Oh Miah, I was so scared." I couldn't stop the words or my voice from quaking.

"George, don't cry." She ever so gently wiped the tear from my cheek, and I leaned my forehead against hers, needing the support.

"Miah, I love you more than anything in the whole world." I couldn't have stopped the words from tumbling from my mouth if I wanted to; it was one of those things that I really had no control over. For a moment, fear stabbed in my heart at how she would respond. But once more I just let my instinct lead, and my lips met hers. In that moment in her arms I knew I should never have worried how she would react. I had kissed before, but this was nothing like I had ever experienced; lights flashed before my eyes, and I knew this was the fireworks they talked about.

Sadly the kiss had to end so we could catch our breath, and Miah looked so cute with a light pink blush on her cheeks and smile on her perfect lips.

"You know how long I have been waiting to do that?" I felt like my old self again, all my troubles disappeared. "But could you, you know, not mention me crying…" I couldn't help but quirk and she laughed. Then she gasped, and my humor evaporated with that little noise of pain.

"What is it, what's wrong?" She put a hand to her rib, and I knew she was in agony there by the grimace that pulled at her features.

"It hurts," she quietly said, and my heart broke because I knew I couldn't make that pain go away.

"Let's get you home." I ever so gently lifted her up in my arms like princes always do with the princesses. I felt the hurt myself whenever she winced, and I watched her closely when she shut her eyes and leaned against my chest. The feel of her there had my stomach doing back flips and I could barely breath.

"Could you?" I asked when she opened them, and she nodded and gave her wand a flick. We found ourselves in front of the shop's door. I could see it was dark inside as I opened the door and carefully maneuvered my way in, then headed up to the flat.

The door closed loudly behind us as we entered the room, and saw a light on in Fred's room.

"Miah!" Sadona's voice cried, followed by a loud thump as she came flying from the room. Fred was right behind her looking unhappy.

"Sadona Marisol! You get back on that bed this instant!" he demanded, and then noticed us.

"Sadona!" Miah cried, and I had a feeling she wanted to give her friend a hug, so I set her on her feet. She fell into her best friends arms and I watched, glad they both seemed to be feeling good now.

"You're okay, oh you're okay," Sadona babbled as she started to cry. I saw Fred's eyebrows arch for a moment, and then he gave a sigh. I noticed Miah was crying too but I had a feeling she wasn't hurt.

"I was so worried about you!" Miah exclaimed as she wiped at her tear streaked face.

"Me, I was terrified for you!" Sadona cried, and then they pulled themselves together. I saw Fred glance at me, and I knew what he was thinking.

"Yes, yes, and we can tell each other all about it, after you two rest. You have been through a lot today." Sadona turned to Fred and gave him a glare, then dragged her feet all the way to his room.

"That girl is going to drive me crazy one day!" Fred lied as he fell on his couch. I laughed inside thinking, One day, huh? How long is he planning on being with her?

"One day," Miah joked.

"Glad to see you're okay Miah," Fred called as she retreated to my room, but I could see the relief in his face. I followed after her and watched as she climbed right in bed, dirty clothes and all. I couldn't help but notice how helpless and truly exhausted she looked.

"Aren't you going to change?" I asked as I moved into the room.

"No mom," she teased, and I smiled.

"How do you feel?" I asked the more serious question.

"I just need to sleep." She was right of course. Sleep would make everything much better, or worse… I couldn't help but wonder exactly how sore we would be in the morning. "How do you feel?" she asked, and I looked deeply into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Not so good," I said truthfully. "But I will be okay. You rest now." I couldn't help but give her a kiss on her forehead before I left. I felt so good now that I knew how she felt and that she knew how I felt.

I almost skipped over to where Fred lay on the couch, wanting to tell him what had happened, but about half way across the room deep snores met my ears. I gave a disappointed sigh and sat heavily on my couch. Well, I guess it would have to wait.

(A/N So is it your favorite too? hehe! I have been waiting to write Miah and George's first kiss FOREVER! And here it finally is! Did I do a good job? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEEEE review and let me know! P.s. Thanks Mirage for betaing and dealing with my many mistakes!)