Fluff

George's point of view

Chapter 1 The Offer ...



George Weasley sat with his brother at a table in the corner of the common room rubbing his forehead. Fred was deffinitely becoming irratating with the way he wouldn't give up on Ludo. He reminded him again that they were slowly regaining the money they had lost.

"Yes, but if Bagman would give us our money then we'd have even more!" Fred said patting his brother on top of the head. George cocked his eyebrow, and glanced sideways at his brother, half smiling.

"You're obsessed!" he accused him. Fred shook his head.

"No, I want my money back!" Fred said. George's mouth fell open.

"It's both our money!" he said indignantly.

"Whatever! That's not the point!" Fred said writing something else on the parchment. George didn't even want to look.

"Fred, I'm sure he'll be at the Yule Ball," George said quietly. Fred didn't answer and George looked around the common room, spotting Alicia and Angelina.

The Yule Ball ... how could he have been so stupid? Waiting till the very last second ... maybe Alicia ...

She was still looking at him and he smiled and waved. She smiled back, rather cheekily and turned away to Angelina. "Fred, why don't we just leave him alone for awhile? It's his Christmas too."

"Yeah, and he's spending our money to get other people presents ... if he hasn't already. Besides! The more we bother him," Fred began.

"The faster he'll give in," George finished Fred's sentence.

"And the bigger they are," Fred began again, looking him square in the eye.

"The harder they fall," George answered. He sighed and looked around the common room, which seemed to beckon him ... especially Alicia's table. "Can't we just deal with this after the holidays!?" George asked. Fred shook his head no.

"I want to get this done now," Fred said.

"Come on!"

Fred shook his head.

"Just sign paper and we'll be done for awhile. That is till the Yule Ball ... I'm sure he'll be there," Fred said. George sighed and gave in. He grabbed the quill and signed his name under Fred's.

"Happy?" George muttered and he got up and ran his hand through his hair as Fred put everything away. George smiled and looked around the room to see who he would annoy first when he spotted a Alicia, who was looking at him smiling too ... maybe he would see if she had a date till the Yule Ball yet ...

"And don't forget you don't have a date for the Yule Ball yet," Fred reminded him. George's mind went blank and he turned to his brother. He hated the way they seemed to be able to read eachother's mind. That was the last freaking straw!

"Yes, I'm aware," he nodded calmly, though he knew his face was red. And too get away from his brother for twenty whole minutes, he stalked off towards the portrait hole.



Down the corridor and up the stairs to the Owlery, George kicked open the door. His anger melted away, or rather it froze, as a blast of cold air hit him. He sighed and walked slowly towards the large window through which owls exited and entered.

"If only ..." he said placing both hands on the window sill and looking up at the sky. The sky of course bore no stars, only the clouds that brought on the heavy snow, and he stood transfixed for a moment on the sky, watching the way the strong winds caught the helpless snowflakes and threw them this way and that, letting his mind wander to Alicia ...

Even if she didn't have a Yule Ball partner, would she even want to go with him? Sure, she always made him laugh and she laughed at his jokes too, but since the begining of the year she always seemed so serious around him. The door suddenly opened on its own and George whirled around to see no one in the threshold, but that the wind had opened it. Hanging his head low, sat on the window sill and starred down at the forbidden forrest, listening to the owls hoot at the cold. The door opened and closed a few times on it's own, but he ignored it untill ...

"George?"

George blinked. Was that really her voice, or was he imagining things. He didn't want to look over, incase he was really going crazy about this girl. Then the voice came again.

"George?"

George let himself look over and smiled. There she was, the very person he had been thinking about ...

"Hey, Alicia," trying to sound as though the fact that she came to find him meant nothing to him, though it did.

"George," she said. He watched her as she shuffled over, looking at the ground. "What are you doing?"

George struggled with whther to tell her about his problems.

"Just ... thinking ... " he said. He laughed inwardly as he imagined McGonagall's face if he had told her he was actually thinking...

"About?" she said. George watched as she sat down next to him and swallowed. He suddenly had a strange urge to put his arm around her. But what had she just said .. he couldn't remember ... oh yeah! She had asked him wait he was thinking about. He had been thinking about her, but he couldn't tell her that!

"It's ... I mean ... Fred," he answered, hoping she would believe him.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, no. It's not Fred ... I mean, it is but ... " George stumbled on his words and ran his hand through his firey red hair. It WAS Fred ... just the fact that he wouldn't shut up about Ludo and the Yule Ball ... but it was more her ...

"If you don't want to tell me ..." she said quietly. George's mouth fell open.

"It's not that," George he said quickly.

"Then what?" she said. Arg! Why do girls have to know everything!? He asked himself.

"I can't tell you," he said. It was true ... of course, he could tell her but not without dieing of embarrassment. He had a reputation of being Mr. Big shot and he couldn't let that fall .... but no ... that wasn't it.

"Oh," was all Alicia said. You don't want to know, he said to her mentally, though she couldn't hear him.

"I mean, I could tell you, but ..." George trailed off, and smiled at her. He got a sudden vision of him telling her he liked her and her walking away. For some pathetic reason, that was amusing.

"No, it's alright!" Alicia said and she smiled back at him. George had the urge to put his arm around her again, but didn't. What should he say ... what was there to say? George looked around and noticed the snowflakes blowing in thru the window.

"When's the last time you stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"My first year," Alicia answered. George noticed her shiver.

"Are you cold?!" he asked. Yes! Perfect opportunity!

"Oh, no, really... I'm not." she tried to protest but George had already taken off his sweater with the "G' on it. He noticed how hot he had just been, even though it was the middle of winter.

She gave in and put it on.

It was too big for her and George smiled lopsidely. She was actually wearing HIS sweater ... it seemed too perfect...

George laughed.

"What?" she asked, turning to him.

"Nothing," he said, though he was still smiling.

He had to do it now. There wouldn't be any opportunity. But what if she's already going with someone else? he asked himself.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

It's now or never, he told him self.

"Listen, Alicia," he began. She turned to him and starred. Big beautiful watery brown eyes. "Do you ... do you want to ..." George tried to say. Alicia blinked and bit her lower lip. "What I'm trying to say is ... " George ran his hand through his hair and tugged at his shirt. "Will you go to the ball with me?" he asked looking her straight in the face.

Alicia just sat there starring and George was sure she would say no. He swallowed as he starred at those lips he suddenly got the urge to kiss...

"Yes!" she finally said amd George let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.



Hehe, isn't that so ... sappy?! lol, alright ... stay tuned for future chapters. I don't care if you review because I had so much fun writing this little piece of fluff. : ^D