By the way, if you all are looking for the Fred and Katie romance to blossom, well please wait. I have to finish George's first. Hey, and if you're wondering about that whole dream thing, it will be explained, I promise! I have to get this out of the way first. I had a vision, and besides George and his 'mate' are very cute, I just had to write this chapter!

Also, anything not fully elaborated on in conversation, will be added in later chapters. You'll understand when you come across it.

To Kate: I got you hooked. George and his mate. :D

I dedicate this chapter to you, and probably many more in the future.

Not been beta-ed. Mistakes are mine.

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"Aww, our little Georgie-poo likes guys, how cute!" Joked Lee, who was sitting next to George in the bottom bunk.

George shot a nasty glare at him, inching away. " You're over it Lee. "

The guys had finally decided to take the conversation upstairs to their dorm, dragging a reluctant Katie with them. Unfortunately, Lee hadn't left the room since that morning, and interrupted the private discussion. Now, Lee was the barer of George's secret as well.

"So are you going to talk to this guy about it George? You're taking a high risk, with him you know. He's practically more of a Quidditch star then Ollie, and Harry. If not, as popular. " Katie reminded.

"I know, I know. " George said quickly, not wanting to remember that.

"So you never told me who it was!" Lee added in, " So it's a Quidditch person.." Lee became deep in though, going through all the names of all the House Quidditch players in his head.

"We don't want Lee to go brain dead from thinking too hard would we, George?" Fred commented from his position on the bed across from the one George and Lee were on.

"To save you the trouble, Lee, it's.." George knew he was going to regret this, especially blurting it out to Lee, " It's Cedric Diggory."

Lee's mouth dropped, and then he suddenly burst out laughing. " Diggory?! The Cedric Diggory of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team?! Mr. Popular himself, second in line to Harry when it comes to fame in this school?! That guy is a straight as a board, George!"

Katie shot a worried glance to Fred, then to George who had become very quiet, his face turning beat red. "At least he'll know, George. " Katie responded to him hopefully.

"And you never know, when have we ever known Lee to always be right?" Fred added in.

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George never wanted to trust his friends, nonetheless his twin ever again. He had taken their advice, and went for it. But it took drastic results.

George had met up with Cedric after Transfiguration.

"Cedric?"

The taller boy looked to the redheaded boy. " Ah, a Weasley! Fred or George?" He asked politely, mistaking the two had been a regularly occurring thing.

"George, and may I speak to you somewhere privately?"

Cedric nodded in agreement, and followed George into an empty class room.

It was there where twin told him just about everything, nervously of course. Cedric had listened quietly. And when George had finished, Cedric, said nothing, and inched out of the room, leaving George standing there, feeling stupid and severely upset. George didn't see him at all the rest of the day, and suspected he wouldn't ever again. That was until Oliver at Quidditch practice, later that night, announced that the first match would be against Hufflepuff the following day.

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"He just left you there?! What kind of guy is that George?" Fred questioned angrily.

"It's not big deal. I'm over it. Honestly. " George peered around nervously, " Would you keep your voice down Fred? Not everyone on the team knows, you know."

The twins were suiting up in the Gryffindor locker room. George had finally given in to tell his twin about what had happened earlier, after much begging and protesting.

"I will not keep my voice down! The guy is a pompous jerk, George. You --"

"Need to shut up, and get over here so we can discuss game plan for today?" Oliver piped in. When had that guy showed up? Both Fred and George scrambled quickly over to where the rest of the team was sitting. Oliver began.

"Today, we need to win --"

"We always need to win. " Angelina remarked.

Oliver shot a glare to her, and continued. " Harry is going to need to catch the snitch early in this game. Diggory is a superb Seeker --"

"Not better then our ol' Harry though!" Fred leaned over nudging Harry in the side with a smirk. George hadn't said anything after the mention of Cedric.

"Hufflepuff should be a good game, although our tactics are a bit more advanced. I'll take care of the goal, as long as you three, " Oliver motioned towards the only three women on the team, " Keep hold of the Quaffle. And you two, nonetheless double trouble," Oliver added with a smirk to the Weasley twind, " look out for the bludger. This could be a difficult game. But don't let your guard down for one moment. You do, you'll be knocked off your broom in a second. And I don't need any of you hurt, got it?" Oliver shot a hand in towards the middle of the semi circle they were all situated in.

"Hufflepuff is going down!" Fred jumped up, placing his hand atop Oliver's.

George, realized he couldn't let this bother him. He had told Fred he was over it. So, why not be? He too rose from his seat, thrusting his hand in. "Yeah, you bet!" George piped in. Fred turned towards George as he said this, grinning.

Everyone else placed their hands in, agreeing. " So, what are we?" Oliver asked, leading the cheer.

"The best Quidditch team there is!" Everyone yelled.

"Who are we?!"

"Gryffindor Lions!"

"Gooooo Lions!" With a loud clap of hands, they all took hold of their brooms and headed for the pitch.

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They were not fifteen minutes into the game against Hufflepuff, when the commotion started.

"George! Watch, the bludger-!" Came the pleading scream from Fred, not more than fifty feet away from him.

Before the other Weasley twin could comprehend, there was a loud crunching noise, with a searing jolt of pain to his jaw. Then, complete darkness.

A sudden hush, followed by strangled screams, emitted from the crowd. The Quidditch players among the pitch froze in their tracks, as George tumbled, from a dangerous height, towards the grassy field below.