A/N: Ah, now we're getting to the good part! This chapter is all about G/A! I apologise if you are waiting to hear about other characters, I will get around to them but this story is mainly about them. I also apologise if anybody seems OoC. I prefer to write about the minor characters because I can develop their personalities as I wish because J.K doesn't write much about them. I may have gotten everything wrong and Alicia and Angelina may be complete opposites for all I know. I have read the parts of the books containing the twins and from what J.K has written I have noticed differences between Fred and George. Ok, I'll stop babbling.
Chapter 8
"George? What on Earth is that?" Alicia peered curiously at the creature beside him.
"This is Dobby the house elf. Alicia meet Dobby. Dobby meet Alicia."
Personally she couldn't see why Hermione was so determined to help the little blighters.
"It is very nice to be meeting you miss," Dobby stepped inside. He looked distinctly out of place in the neat ordered room. His mismatched clothes clashed wildly.
"Uh, it's nice to meet you too," Alicia said slowly.
Dobby and George placed all the bowls and plates of food they were carrying onto the floor.
"Thank you Dobby," she smiled politely.
"Mr. Wheezy tells Dobby that miss is feeling sad. Miss mustn't feel sad, Mr. Wheezy will take care of miss," Dobby nodded emphatically.
"Is that so," Alicia raised a questioning eyebrow at George, he just smiled and shrugged.
"Well, Dobby must be getting back to the kitchens," he looked expectantly at her.
"You want a tip?"
"Dobby does not want money, miss."
"Well what do you want then?"
"Clothes," George said like it was obvious.
"Oh, right," she dropped her brush onto her chest of drawers beside her bed and opened one of the drawers randomly. Dobby and George joined her as she searched for something.
"Dobby does not have one of these clothes," Dobby grinned gleefully and pulled out a bra.
"That's my kind of elf," George laughed.
"I don't think so," she snatched it away from George's prying eyes, "how would you like a Gryffindor scarf? I have an old one somewhere."
"Dobby would like that very much! Dobby loves Gryffindor!"
"Want some help?" George offered.
"No, you keep your hands out of my drawers. Ah, here we go."
With an enormous grin on his face Dobby took the scarf, "miss is too kind. When miss is finished eating with Mr. Wheezy Dobby will come and clean up."
"Thank you Dobby," Alicia smirked. Once you get past his appearance he was quite a likeable fellow really. At least he was easily pleased.
"It's Dobby's job," he said as he proudly tied the scarf around his middle like a belt.
"You're a strange little creature," Alicia laughed. She expected Dobby to be offended but on the contrary he looked astonished. At least she thought it was astonishment, it was hard to tell.
"Dobby knows Mr. Wheezy is a little unusual but he is not a strange little creature."
George snorted and Alicia hid a smile
"Actually I was-"
Dobby turned to George, "do not worry, Mr. Wheezy, Dobby does not think you are a strange little creature."
"Well, thanks but I think she was talking-"
Before George could finish there was a loud crack and Dobby disappeared.
Alicia giggled helplessly until she got a stomachache. George laughed with her, he was just glad to see her happy again. That was the whole reason he brought Dobby with him.
"Oh, I really need to eat something," Alicia clutched her stomach.
"Help yourself," George gestured to the array of food spread on the floor. She sat beside him and surveyed the food. It looked more like dessert than dinner.
"Is there any chance of anything here being nutritional?"
"Nope," he answered as he filled a bowl with chocolate pudding.
"Strawberries. They're healthy," she reached across George and grabbed the large bowl, "I love strawberries."
"I know," George smiled through a mouth full of pudding.
"Oh," Alicia picked one up, "they've been dipped in chocolate. That cancels out all nutritional value."
"Here, I can fix that," he grabbed a strawberry of his own and popped the end in his mouth. He twisted it around a bit then presented it, chocolate-free, to Alicia. "There you go, nice and healthy."
"I can't eat it after you slobbered all over it!" She scrunched her nose up in a way that drove him crazy.
"I didn't slobber!"
"I won't eat it and you can't make me!" She said firmly.
"Wanna bet?" He pounced on her.
"George!" She squealed and fell back.
"Eat it," he pressed her down with his upper torso and dangled the strawberry in her face.
"No. Get off me!" She giggled and wriggled around in vain.
"I will if you eat it."
All the days events were driven from her mind as she wrestled with George. It was no use though, he was too strong for her.
"Ok, I'll eat the ruddy thing!" She grabbed George's hand that held the strawberry and directed it towards her mouth. George suddenly became very pale and forgot to breathe. He distinctly felt her warm lips on his fingertips.
Being horizontal and all meant she had trouble swallowing but she managed, "well? Happy now? I ate your slobbery strawberry."
"So you did," George peered at the remains of it still on his hands.
"So are you going to get off me?"
George didn't answer his mind was reeling. He had promised himself and Angelina that he would keep his feelings under control but this opportunity wasn't going to come again.
"Alicia, I-"
He was interrupted by a tapping noise.
Alicia's face lit up, "that sounds like Joey. I must have mail. Excuse me."
George sat up and she ran to the window.
"Well that went well," he muttered angrily and bit into a chocolate éclair.
Alicia opened the window and sure enough her owl Joey glided in and dropped a letter on her bed and landed on George's forearm.
"I wonder who it's from," she said excitedly. She loved getting mail.
"It's probably just from Erica or Jasmine," George shrugged as Joey began to nibble on the end of his éclair. "Hey, this is mine! You get your own!"
Jasmine was Alicia's younger sister. She was in her fourth year and she went to Beauxbatons. Jasmine was only her half sister though, they shared a mother but no one knew who Jasmine's father was. Alicia hadn't heard from either of her sisters in a while but she doubted it was from them.
"I think I know who it's from," she grinned to herself.
Joey ignored George and continued nibbling. "Stop that! You don't see me eating your owl treats do you? Get your own food."
Joey hooted in annoyance as George tried to wrench the owl off his arm.
"Now, now boys, no fighting," Alicia chided. She jumped onto her bed and opened the letter.
Joey gave up on the éclair and swept out the window.
"Stupid owl," George went and slammed the window shut.
"He's not stupid he's wonderful," Alicia sighed as she recognised the handwriting.
"Who's it from then?" George returned to his spot on the floor.
"Oliver."
"Oh," George nearly choked. "Since when have you two been pen-pals? I thought you never wanted to talk to him again. What was it you called him? A Quidditch obsessed ignoramus?"
"Yeah but that was ages ago. We're friends now. I wrote to him last week and told him about the Yule Ball."
Hi Alicia
How are you? I've never been better. I don't suppose you've heard but the Puddlemere keeper got injured and I got to play a real league game! I made a few lucky saves and now I'm being tipped as the next big thing'. I'm not paying much attention though.
So how is Angelina coping with the captaincy? I hope Fred and George aren't giving her too much trouble. How's the team going anyway? Harry wrote to me after you beat Slytherin. You have to tell me if you beat Ravenclaw. I'm sure you will.
Another Yule Ball? I quite like the idea of the girls doing the asking. Who are you going with? I bet you've got guys fighting over you.
Anyway, tell everyone I said hi.
Oliver
P.S. I miss you.
Alicia smiled and read it aloud to George. When she finished he scowled.
"Next big thing? It's only because he's good looking. And further to the matter, I don't like his suggestion that I'm giving Angelina trouble. What is that P.S. supposed to mean anyway? Does he expect you to go running back to him? You said yourself that Quidditch always has and always will be his first love."
Alicia ignored George's bitch session, "I miss him too."
Large tears began to drip onto the letter and smudge the writing. She folded it and smelt it.
"It even smells like Oliver," she sobbed.
George fought the urge to throw up and he joined her on the bed. "But you've never missed him before have you?"
"I missed him during the last Yule Ball, that's why I went home. Now I really wish he were here, he'd look after me."
"But I look after you," George said. This hurt him; he took care of her better than Oliver ever did.
"I know you do but I'm talking in a boyfriend kind of way."
"Oh." What else could he say to that?
"I'm glad you're here George but Oliver was really sweet and he always knew exactly what to say."
George on the other hand had no idea what to say, he wasn't good with words. He would have put his arm around her but he still couldn't trust himself. He didn't have to worry about that because Alicia sniffed and laid her head on his legs. She lay on her side so he couldn't see her face and her curls were spread over his lap.
"You were right about Davies. He is a stupid prat, I should have listened to you."
"Stupid prat is too much of a compliment for him. I can think of a much more appropriate name."
"He said that I wouldn't take no for an answer. I was just trying to tell him that Meenal was planning on asking Danny Johns to the Ball."
"Just imagine if you had been voted Head Girl."
"Well I'm not Head Girl. Meenal got more votes than me. I'm just glad Zoe didn't get it. A Slytherin Head Girl...I hate to think."
"That brings up another question, why is Davies in Ravenclaw? He's obviously malicious enough to be in Slytherin. Maybe the hat was having an off day," George said as he resisted the urge to stroke her hair.
Alicia rolled onto her back and looked up at him. "You know what Georgie? Davies can burn in hell for all I care."
"That's the spirit!" Said George fervently. Her cheeks were still wet but he noticed a little sparkle returning to her honey brown eyes.
"I really need to eat something before I pass out," Alicia groaned, she shoved the letter under her pillow and returned to the floor.
She grabbed a bit of everything, nutritional or not, "so what was it you were going to say before Joey interrupted?"
"Oh, nothing important."
A/N: Ok I promise that he'll tell her everything next chapter! Sorry to drag in out! Oooh, it's Valentine's Day!! Hugs and kisses to everyone! xoxoxoxoxoxox