George sighed in defeat and turned to look Liesel in the eye. "I know something you don't." Liesel grimaced. "Someone likes me?" she asked George. "Who? Who is he? Say his name," she demanded. "I'm tired of this game. It's been going on since my second year." George ran his fingers through his hair and grinned at her with amusement glinting in his eyes. "Fred." Fred/OC, Draco/OC

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.