Disclaimer: Do I really have to do this again? I don't own Harry Potter and
co. I made few characters here and there but I used my friend's names
because I suck at names.
Rating: Ok so I know I said I'd try to keep the rating at PG. I bumped it up to PG-13 just in case. Yes bad Alicia.
A/N: Did everyone like my little cliffhanger? Again thanks for the encouragement! Personally I like this chapter so see what you think.
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Chapter 11
"You sure it's him?" Angelina asked. The person was wearing a hood; it could have been anyone.
"Positive. I spent six months staring at the stupid git."
"We'll go get rid of him while you stay up here with Ron and Harry," George advised.
"I don't need to be shielded. I'm coming down as well," Alicia said.
"You're better off staying away from him," Katie was quick to side with George on the issue.
"I'm not going to be able to avoid him forever."
"Just stay up here where you're safe," said George almost pleadingly.
"I don't need to be protected. I can take care of myself pretty well."
"But pretty well isn't good enough."
"Don't argue with me George. I need to know what he wants."
With that she descended. Under other circumstances she would have thought George's over-protectiveness was sweet but right now she just wanted to sort things out with Davies once and for all.
"She's too stubborn for her own good," George sighed as he and the team followed her down.
"What's going on between you and Davies?" Harry and Ron demanded.
"I'll tell you later," Alicia promised.
She landed first and Davies took off his hood. He smiled and started to walk towards her but Lee jumped in front of him.
"It's all right, Lee," Alicia said quickly.
Lee reluctantly joined everyone else in a huddle behind Alicia.
"Hello beautiful," Davies grinned at her.
"Excuse me?" She swung her broom over her shoulder.
"I've been asking around about you. As it turns out you're quite desirable and I was crazy to reject you."
"Is that so?" Alicia fought the need to laugh. She had never heard herself described as 'desirable'.
"I'm here to tell you that I'll go to the Ball with you."
"Well thanks but I have a date."
"Who?" He demanded.
"George Weasley."
Davies started laughing, "a Weasley? You've got to be kidding!"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Alicia snapped. She didn't like to get angry but when someone insulted her friends she had been known to lose her cool.
"A Weasley? You've lowered your standards considerably. You're a kind person, you probably just felt sorry for him. You took pity on the misfit from a poor family, it's really quite admirable of you," Davies raised his voice so everyone was able to hear his degrading comments.
Alicia was suddenly aware of the noise behind her. There was a lot of scuffling and yelling. Alicia recognised George yelling something along the lines of, "Let me go! I'll kill the bloody prat!"
"Watch what you say," Alicia warned through gritted teeth. Her blood was boiling. She couldn't recall ever being so angry.
"What are you going to do if I don't? You're just a girl."
Davies was wrong, she wasn't just a girl. She was a livid girl with a broomstick.
Without another thought she swung her broom wildly and caught him in the side of the head. Everyone fell silent as Davies staggered then fell. There was a collective gasp of amazement. Alicia dropped her broom and put both of her hands over her mouth. She had just assaulted the Head Boy!
She slowly turned around to the others. They all had identical looks of shock on their faces.
"Blimey!" Lee exclaimed. "I never knew you had it in ya!"
"Remind me never to piss you off," Fred said as he watched Davies stir with wide eyes.
Hermione's glistening prefect badge caught Alicia's eye. Hermione stood between Harry and Ron looking furious.
Alicia dropped her hands and looked at the ground, "how many points are you going to take?"
"Points? It was a great shot."
"Huh?" Alicia looked up in wonder.
"Don't think I'm going soft but he should have shut up when you told him to. Let's just pretend I had my eyes closed."
"No one trashes the Weasley's and gets away with it," Angelina nodded firmly and clutched Fred's hand.
Davies began to moan and wriggle around.
Alicia went and knelt beside him, "I'm sorry Roger but I did warn you."
"Foolish girl," his hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her curls and she fell to the ground beside him.
Alicia screamed and all hell broke loose. George had taken enough crap from Davies already. He ran, lunged and landed on top of him. Alicia squealed as punches were thrown.
She definitely didn't want to be in the middle of this. Davies released her hair and she was able to roll out of the way.
"Alicia!" Ginny helped Angelina and Katie drag her to her feet.
"Are you all right?" Angelina asked anxiously. She was incredibly worried.
"I think so," Alicia rubbed the side of her head.
"That's my girl," Angelina wrapped her in a big hug.
"Let the boys take care of it," Katie stroked her tousled hair.
Alicia struggled away from the girls and turned around. What had started out as a fight between George and Davies had quickly escalated into an all in brawl. Even Harry and Ron had jumped in.
Hermione stood nearby stomping her foot madly.
"As a prefect I demand you stop at once!"
No one heard her over the grunting, yelping, swearing and punching.
"Maybe we should do something before they kill each other," Ginny suggested.
"Good idea. Each grab a guy and separate them," Angelina instructed. She was rather good at taking charge.
"Maybe you should sit down Licia."
"Katie, seriously, I'm fine."
The girls marched bravely towards the melee. It could hardly be called a fight anymore; it was just a big confused jumble.
"Hey! That's me you just kicked in the shin, Ron!"
"Sorry Lee!"
Alicia grabbed a hold of Ron and Harry while Angelina grabbed Fred. Katie snatched up the back of Lee's shirt. Ginny tried to pry George away from Davies but he shrugged her away and continued hitting every part of Davies he could reach.
Alicia left Hermione to fuss over Ron and Harry and she ran to George.
"George Weasley!" She screamed shrilly.
For a second George thought it was his mother. He stopped pounding into Davies and looked up. Alicia was standing there with her hands on her hips. She was covered in dirt and grass and her curls were one big tangle. George noticed she was shaking slightly and looking agitated.
While he was preoccupied with Alicia, Davies took the opportunity to sucker punch him in the stomach. Alicia squeaked in surprise and George clutched his middle. Davies pushed George off him and scrambled to his feet, he was an absolute mess. Blood poured from his nose which was sitting at an odd angle.
"You're going to regret that Weasley!" He pointed menacingly at George. Blood sprayed everywhere as he spoke. "I'll make you pay!"
He left in a hurry. Alicia gently helped George up. Everyone was eager to leave the scene of the crime so they trudged (or in Lee's case limped) back to Gryffindor tower.
"What happened with Davies in the first place?" Ginny asked once they were safely in the common room.
"Fred and Angelina can tell you," Alicia said.
Wordlessly she followed George up to his room. Once they were inside she closed the door.
"I'm fine you know," George sat on the edge of his bed.
"You sure?" She knelt in down in front of him.
"Yeah, Davies punches like a girl."
"You look a little pale," she pressed her palm to his forehead.
"Stop fussing, I feel fine."
"Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey just to be sure."
"Quit hovering. If I wasn't feeling well I'd tell you."
"I'm not hovering," Alicia sniffed indignantly.
"Yes you are. You hover just like my mum."
There was another one of those damn awkward silences that had become so abundant
"Why did you do it?" Alicia asked out of the blue.
"Do what? Bash the crap out of Davies?"
"Yeah, why'd you do it?"
George tried desperately to come up with a competent response. Well she probably wanted the truth so...
"I did it for you."
"Me? But you know I don't like violence."
"Says the girl who whacked him in the head with a broom?" George chuckled.
"Ok, so I admit it wasn't very diplomatic of me," Alicia giggled.
"Cracking shot though."
"You taught me how to do that."
"Did I? I don't remember it," George thought hard.
"It was a few summers ago when Fred broke his collar bone and you were desperate for Beater practice. I helped you out."
"Wasn't that when you knocked me out with the club? No wonder I couldn't remember it at first."
"I'm getting more and more violent," Alicia suddenly realised.
George laughed at the horror stricken look on her face. "I must be a bad influence."
"That's the way I like it though," Alicia smiled and rested her arms on his knees.
They stared at each other for a while. She was driving George crazy! She was so close and her skin looked so smooth. He just had to touch her. How to do it subtly though?
"You have some dirt on your face," he reached out to brush her cheek.
She jumped up before contact was made and rushed to the mirror beside Lee's bed.
"There's no dirt on my face," she examined her reflection carefully.
"It wouldn't hurt to brush your hair, love," the mirror commented.
"Are you hallucinating George? There's nothing on my face."
"I know. It was just an excuse to touch you," George admitted quietly.
A powerful cough escaped from Alicia and she ended up spitting all over the mirror.
"There's no need for that!" The mirror said in surprise.
"So the thought of me touching you causes you to choke. That's reassuring."
"It's not like that," Alicia wiped the mirror clean. She surveyed her appearance. She tried to smooth her hair but it just frizzed up again.
"Does the mere thought of me make you sick?"
"Stop being ridiculous George. I was just going to say that you don't need an excuse to touch me."
"I don't?"
George thought all his Christmases had come at once.
"Of course you don't. If this is going to work at all then we have to be comfortable with each other, right?"
"Right." George agreed immediately. He went and joined her in front of the mirror.
"You make a delightful couple," the mirror said cheerfully.
"Uh huh," George said absent-mindedly. He decided to throw caution to the wind and he pulled her hair aside to reveal her bare neck.
A pleasant shiver ran up Alicia's spine as she felt his warm breath on her exposed skin. She was burning in anticipation. George was lingering around and teasing her. He ran his fingertips up and down her neck.
"George," she pleaded softly.
"Sorry," he mumbled into her hair.
George hadn't meant to tease her, he just wanted to savour the moment. He licked his lips then pressed them to her neck delicately.
Alicia felt unbelievably weak at the knees. She very nearly collapsed right there. George must have sensed this because he wrapped his arms around her waist and supported her.
George ceased all thought and continued with hungry little kisses all over her neck and shoulders. At the moment all he wanted to do was kiss every inch of her. He knew very well she wouldn't let him so he had to make do.
"We should stop," Alicia said.
"Mmm," George answered indistinctly.
As if on cue the bedroom door flew open. The pair broke apart promptly. Fred stood in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt but McGonagall wants you in her office right now," he reported solemnly.
"Both of us?" Alicia asked anxiously.
"Only George."
"He's made it personal, I thought he would," George nodded.
"Well I'm coming with you."
"No Leesh."
"Do I have to get violent?"
Fred didn't know what was going on but the thought of Alicia being violent made him laugh.
"Well I don't want to keep the Professor waiting," George sighed.
"I'll come and support you as well," Fred grabbed his brother's shoulder.
"I could be in serious trouble here," George realised.
"McGonagall is into second chances and benefit of the doubt though," Alicia reasoned.
"But how many second chances have I had now? On my count about 67. I've used up my nine lives, guys."
It took Alicia a second to get the gist then she was alarmed. "No way, George. They'd never expel you. Would they?"
"It was bound to happen sometime. Maybe I can get a job at the Ministry with Percy," George mused.
"Now you're just talking crazy. They'd never expel just one of us," Fred argued.
"Be realistic, Fred, they've been looking for an excuse to separate us for years."
They entered the common room and it was like someone had died. Everyone fell silent as the trio crossed the room and left the portrait hole. People were obviously thinking along the same lines as George.
"You'll be fine," Alicia assured him.
"Your optimism is refreshing but it's me against the Head Boy. Who are they going to believe?"
"Leesh and I will back you up."
"Thanks but I doubt it will do much good."
George knocked on the door of McGonagalls office reluctantly.
"Enter!"
They did so and found the professor pacing the length of the room. She looked up and shook her head at the sight of all three of them.
"I believe I only asked for one person."
"We're here to support George," Alicia stepped forward.
"I should have expected as much. Very well then sit down," McGonagall rubbed her temples.
Alicia and George sat in the chairs in front of her desk. Fred stood next to Alicia. He noted the fact McGonagall looked very disturbed.
"You know why you're here Mr. Weasley?"
"Could it have something to do with a certain Head Boy?"
"This is not a joke. This is a very serious matter."
"It was just a friendly spat," George said innocently.
"You broke his nose."
Alicia smirked but a simple look from McGonagall silenced her.
"So what's my punishment? A few detentions? Some lost points?"
"Not this time Mr. Weasley. I have no choice but to forbid you from attending the Yule Ball."
"You can't do that!" Alicia and the twins yelled at the same time.
"I can and I have. Do not undermine my authority."
"It's not fair!" Alicia jumped to her feet.
"Ms. Spinnet! You do not tell me what is fair and unfair."
"I'll do detention for a month! Just please let me go to the Ball!" George pleaded.
"It has already been cleared with Professor Dumbledore. You are to stay alone in your common room during the duration of the dance. No arguments."
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A/N: Whoops! Another cliffhanger! Sorry. I will try to update quickly though. It's my birthday today! I'm 17 now! Yay for me! Anyway how did you like the smoochy scene? Was it ok? I've never attempted anything like that before so I'd love everyone's opinion!
Rating: Ok so I know I said I'd try to keep the rating at PG. I bumped it up to PG-13 just in case. Yes bad Alicia.
A/N: Did everyone like my little cliffhanger? Again thanks for the encouragement! Personally I like this chapter so see what you think.
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Chapter 11
"You sure it's him?" Angelina asked. The person was wearing a hood; it could have been anyone.
"Positive. I spent six months staring at the stupid git."
"We'll go get rid of him while you stay up here with Ron and Harry," George advised.
"I don't need to be shielded. I'm coming down as well," Alicia said.
"You're better off staying away from him," Katie was quick to side with George on the issue.
"I'm not going to be able to avoid him forever."
"Just stay up here where you're safe," said George almost pleadingly.
"I don't need to be protected. I can take care of myself pretty well."
"But pretty well isn't good enough."
"Don't argue with me George. I need to know what he wants."
With that she descended. Under other circumstances she would have thought George's over-protectiveness was sweet but right now she just wanted to sort things out with Davies once and for all.
"She's too stubborn for her own good," George sighed as he and the team followed her down.
"What's going on between you and Davies?" Harry and Ron demanded.
"I'll tell you later," Alicia promised.
She landed first and Davies took off his hood. He smiled and started to walk towards her but Lee jumped in front of him.
"It's all right, Lee," Alicia said quickly.
Lee reluctantly joined everyone else in a huddle behind Alicia.
"Hello beautiful," Davies grinned at her.
"Excuse me?" She swung her broom over her shoulder.
"I've been asking around about you. As it turns out you're quite desirable and I was crazy to reject you."
"Is that so?" Alicia fought the need to laugh. She had never heard herself described as 'desirable'.
"I'm here to tell you that I'll go to the Ball with you."
"Well thanks but I have a date."
"Who?" He demanded.
"George Weasley."
Davies started laughing, "a Weasley? You've got to be kidding!"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?" Alicia snapped. She didn't like to get angry but when someone insulted her friends she had been known to lose her cool.
"A Weasley? You've lowered your standards considerably. You're a kind person, you probably just felt sorry for him. You took pity on the misfit from a poor family, it's really quite admirable of you," Davies raised his voice so everyone was able to hear his degrading comments.
Alicia was suddenly aware of the noise behind her. There was a lot of scuffling and yelling. Alicia recognised George yelling something along the lines of, "Let me go! I'll kill the bloody prat!"
"Watch what you say," Alicia warned through gritted teeth. Her blood was boiling. She couldn't recall ever being so angry.
"What are you going to do if I don't? You're just a girl."
Davies was wrong, she wasn't just a girl. She was a livid girl with a broomstick.
Without another thought she swung her broom wildly and caught him in the side of the head. Everyone fell silent as Davies staggered then fell. There was a collective gasp of amazement. Alicia dropped her broom and put both of her hands over her mouth. She had just assaulted the Head Boy!
She slowly turned around to the others. They all had identical looks of shock on their faces.
"Blimey!" Lee exclaimed. "I never knew you had it in ya!"
"Remind me never to piss you off," Fred said as he watched Davies stir with wide eyes.
Hermione's glistening prefect badge caught Alicia's eye. Hermione stood between Harry and Ron looking furious.
Alicia dropped her hands and looked at the ground, "how many points are you going to take?"
"Points? It was a great shot."
"Huh?" Alicia looked up in wonder.
"Don't think I'm going soft but he should have shut up when you told him to. Let's just pretend I had my eyes closed."
"No one trashes the Weasley's and gets away with it," Angelina nodded firmly and clutched Fred's hand.
Davies began to moan and wriggle around.
Alicia went and knelt beside him, "I'm sorry Roger but I did warn you."
"Foolish girl," his hand shot out and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her curls and she fell to the ground beside him.
Alicia screamed and all hell broke loose. George had taken enough crap from Davies already. He ran, lunged and landed on top of him. Alicia squealed as punches were thrown.
She definitely didn't want to be in the middle of this. Davies released her hair and she was able to roll out of the way.
"Alicia!" Ginny helped Angelina and Katie drag her to her feet.
"Are you all right?" Angelina asked anxiously. She was incredibly worried.
"I think so," Alicia rubbed the side of her head.
"That's my girl," Angelina wrapped her in a big hug.
"Let the boys take care of it," Katie stroked her tousled hair.
Alicia struggled away from the girls and turned around. What had started out as a fight between George and Davies had quickly escalated into an all in brawl. Even Harry and Ron had jumped in.
Hermione stood nearby stomping her foot madly.
"As a prefect I demand you stop at once!"
No one heard her over the grunting, yelping, swearing and punching.
"Maybe we should do something before they kill each other," Ginny suggested.
"Good idea. Each grab a guy and separate them," Angelina instructed. She was rather good at taking charge.
"Maybe you should sit down Licia."
"Katie, seriously, I'm fine."
The girls marched bravely towards the melee. It could hardly be called a fight anymore; it was just a big confused jumble.
"Hey! That's me you just kicked in the shin, Ron!"
"Sorry Lee!"
Alicia grabbed a hold of Ron and Harry while Angelina grabbed Fred. Katie snatched up the back of Lee's shirt. Ginny tried to pry George away from Davies but he shrugged her away and continued hitting every part of Davies he could reach.
Alicia left Hermione to fuss over Ron and Harry and she ran to George.
"George Weasley!" She screamed shrilly.
For a second George thought it was his mother. He stopped pounding into Davies and looked up. Alicia was standing there with her hands on her hips. She was covered in dirt and grass and her curls were one big tangle. George noticed she was shaking slightly and looking agitated.
While he was preoccupied with Alicia, Davies took the opportunity to sucker punch him in the stomach. Alicia squeaked in surprise and George clutched his middle. Davies pushed George off him and scrambled to his feet, he was an absolute mess. Blood poured from his nose which was sitting at an odd angle.
"You're going to regret that Weasley!" He pointed menacingly at George. Blood sprayed everywhere as he spoke. "I'll make you pay!"
He left in a hurry. Alicia gently helped George up. Everyone was eager to leave the scene of the crime so they trudged (or in Lee's case limped) back to Gryffindor tower.
"What happened with Davies in the first place?" Ginny asked once they were safely in the common room.
"Fred and Angelina can tell you," Alicia said.
Wordlessly she followed George up to his room. Once they were inside she closed the door.
"I'm fine you know," George sat on the edge of his bed.
"You sure?" She knelt in down in front of him.
"Yeah, Davies punches like a girl."
"You look a little pale," she pressed her palm to his forehead.
"Stop fussing, I feel fine."
"Maybe you should see Madam Pomfrey just to be sure."
"Quit hovering. If I wasn't feeling well I'd tell you."
"I'm not hovering," Alicia sniffed indignantly.
"Yes you are. You hover just like my mum."
There was another one of those damn awkward silences that had become so abundant
"Why did you do it?" Alicia asked out of the blue.
"Do what? Bash the crap out of Davies?"
"Yeah, why'd you do it?"
George tried desperately to come up with a competent response. Well she probably wanted the truth so...
"I did it for you."
"Me? But you know I don't like violence."
"Says the girl who whacked him in the head with a broom?" George chuckled.
"Ok, so I admit it wasn't very diplomatic of me," Alicia giggled.
"Cracking shot though."
"You taught me how to do that."
"Did I? I don't remember it," George thought hard.
"It was a few summers ago when Fred broke his collar bone and you were desperate for Beater practice. I helped you out."
"Wasn't that when you knocked me out with the club? No wonder I couldn't remember it at first."
"I'm getting more and more violent," Alicia suddenly realised.
George laughed at the horror stricken look on her face. "I must be a bad influence."
"That's the way I like it though," Alicia smiled and rested her arms on his knees.
They stared at each other for a while. She was driving George crazy! She was so close and her skin looked so smooth. He just had to touch her. How to do it subtly though?
"You have some dirt on your face," he reached out to brush her cheek.
She jumped up before contact was made and rushed to the mirror beside Lee's bed.
"There's no dirt on my face," she examined her reflection carefully.
"It wouldn't hurt to brush your hair, love," the mirror commented.
"Are you hallucinating George? There's nothing on my face."
"I know. It was just an excuse to touch you," George admitted quietly.
A powerful cough escaped from Alicia and she ended up spitting all over the mirror.
"There's no need for that!" The mirror said in surprise.
"So the thought of me touching you causes you to choke. That's reassuring."
"It's not like that," Alicia wiped the mirror clean. She surveyed her appearance. She tried to smooth her hair but it just frizzed up again.
"Does the mere thought of me make you sick?"
"Stop being ridiculous George. I was just going to say that you don't need an excuse to touch me."
"I don't?"
George thought all his Christmases had come at once.
"Of course you don't. If this is going to work at all then we have to be comfortable with each other, right?"
"Right." George agreed immediately. He went and joined her in front of the mirror.
"You make a delightful couple," the mirror said cheerfully.
"Uh huh," George said absent-mindedly. He decided to throw caution to the wind and he pulled her hair aside to reveal her bare neck.
A pleasant shiver ran up Alicia's spine as she felt his warm breath on her exposed skin. She was burning in anticipation. George was lingering around and teasing her. He ran his fingertips up and down her neck.
"George," she pleaded softly.
"Sorry," he mumbled into her hair.
George hadn't meant to tease her, he just wanted to savour the moment. He licked his lips then pressed them to her neck delicately.
Alicia felt unbelievably weak at the knees. She very nearly collapsed right there. George must have sensed this because he wrapped his arms around her waist and supported her.
George ceased all thought and continued with hungry little kisses all over her neck and shoulders. At the moment all he wanted to do was kiss every inch of her. He knew very well she wouldn't let him so he had to make do.
"We should stop," Alicia said.
"Mmm," George answered indistinctly.
As if on cue the bedroom door flew open. The pair broke apart promptly. Fred stood in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt but McGonagall wants you in her office right now," he reported solemnly.
"Both of us?" Alicia asked anxiously.
"Only George."
"He's made it personal, I thought he would," George nodded.
"Well I'm coming with you."
"No Leesh."
"Do I have to get violent?"
Fred didn't know what was going on but the thought of Alicia being violent made him laugh.
"Well I don't want to keep the Professor waiting," George sighed.
"I'll come and support you as well," Fred grabbed his brother's shoulder.
"I could be in serious trouble here," George realised.
"McGonagall is into second chances and benefit of the doubt though," Alicia reasoned.
"But how many second chances have I had now? On my count about 67. I've used up my nine lives, guys."
It took Alicia a second to get the gist then she was alarmed. "No way, George. They'd never expel you. Would they?"
"It was bound to happen sometime. Maybe I can get a job at the Ministry with Percy," George mused.
"Now you're just talking crazy. They'd never expel just one of us," Fred argued.
"Be realistic, Fred, they've been looking for an excuse to separate us for years."
They entered the common room and it was like someone had died. Everyone fell silent as the trio crossed the room and left the portrait hole. People were obviously thinking along the same lines as George.
"You'll be fine," Alicia assured him.
"Your optimism is refreshing but it's me against the Head Boy. Who are they going to believe?"
"Leesh and I will back you up."
"Thanks but I doubt it will do much good."
George knocked on the door of McGonagalls office reluctantly.
"Enter!"
They did so and found the professor pacing the length of the room. She looked up and shook her head at the sight of all three of them.
"I believe I only asked for one person."
"We're here to support George," Alicia stepped forward.
"I should have expected as much. Very well then sit down," McGonagall rubbed her temples.
Alicia and George sat in the chairs in front of her desk. Fred stood next to Alicia. He noted the fact McGonagall looked very disturbed.
"You know why you're here Mr. Weasley?"
"Could it have something to do with a certain Head Boy?"
"This is not a joke. This is a very serious matter."
"It was just a friendly spat," George said innocently.
"You broke his nose."
Alicia smirked but a simple look from McGonagall silenced her.
"So what's my punishment? A few detentions? Some lost points?"
"Not this time Mr. Weasley. I have no choice but to forbid you from attending the Yule Ball."
"You can't do that!" Alicia and the twins yelled at the same time.
"I can and I have. Do not undermine my authority."
"It's not fair!" Alicia jumped to her feet.
"Ms. Spinnet! You do not tell me what is fair and unfair."
"I'll do detention for a month! Just please let me go to the Ball!" George pleaded.
"It has already been cleared with Professor Dumbledore. You are to stay alone in your common room during the duration of the dance. No arguments."
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A/N: Whoops! Another cliffhanger! Sorry. I will try to update quickly though. It's my birthday today! I'm 17 now! Yay for me! Anyway how did you like the smoochy scene? Was it ok? I've never attempted anything like that before so I'd love everyone's opinion!