I like this chapter, even though I wrote this down in a notebook at school
and then left it in a class where the teacher couldn't care less who read
it ... hell, he probably read it himself! Grr ... anyway, enjoy!
ps- alittle more exciting ... I don't know if I've entire captured my characters yet.
"Yes!" Alicia finally said. George couldn't take it any longer and before she could say anything else to ruin the moment, he pressed his lips against hers. They were sweet. And the sudden realization of what he was doing made him open his eyes and break the kiss. For a few beautiful moments, her eyes were closed and then in a flutter, he was looking right into them ... those beautiful cinnamon brown eyes.
Neither of them said anything. She only blinked and George only starred. And then it dawned on him ... he had just kissed Alicia...
"I ... I'm sorry ..." George trailed off. He looked down at the floor and cursed himself for ever doing something so stupid. Alicia shook her head no.
"No, George... it's ... it's alright," she smiled and let out a small chuckle to reassure him. George looked up and met her eyes. They were so beautiful.
"So ... " George said and he brushed his hand through his hair. Alicia giggled.
"Shouldn't we be heading back?" Alicia asked. George shrugged and nodded his head.
With each step taken down the Owlery staircase, George became more and more aware of the fact that he was going to the Yule Ball with Alicia. And that he had kissed her. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that she was rambling on and on. It wasn't untill they reached the corridor and Alicia grabbed his hand that he was dragged back into the time and place.
"Who's there?" came an all too familure voice, that echoed through the quiet corridor. George stopped dead in his tracks and slightly shook his head in disgust as he starred up ahead at the wall. A light shone around the corner and you could see Filch's ugly silloutte. Why now?! George thought furiously.
"George!" Alicia whined, turning to him and grabbing his arm.
"Let's ... go ..." George said still starring at the shadow.
"Go where?" Alicia hissed, pointing out the fact that they weren't going anywhere.
"Yeah ... follow me," George said grabbing her hand, and leading her towards the only passage way he could think of. Alicia slowed and George yanked her around the corner.
"I know you're here ... " came Filch's voice. George and Alicia both sped up on impulse.
"George, where are we going?" Alicia asked. George didn't answer and he prayed she wouldn't notice. Instead he lead her right up to the door of the men's restroom.
"Excuse me?" Alicia said, yanking her hand out of George's.
"There's a secret passage way in here," George said.
"I don't care, I'm not going in there ..." Alicia said as she began to leave.
"Alicia, do you hear that?" George asked slyly. He dramatically put his hand to his ear and leaned in the direction of the sound of Filch calling Mrs. Norris. "That, my dear, is the sound of detention from the Yule Ball ..." he said. Alicia glanced nervously at him.
"Oh fine ... but you better be right!" Alicia said looking him square in the eye. George smiled and hoped he WAS right.
"So, where's this secret passage of yours?" Alicia asked skeptically. George laughed as she recoiled from the entire bathroom around her.
"It's not like we have cooties," George said as he went into a stall.
"Where are you going?!" Alicia asked.
"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!" George said.
"Don't you dare!" Alicia protested. George laughed and flushed the toilet. "That's gross!" Alicia whined.
"Alicia, it's just the key to opening the secret passage ..." George explained as he crossed to the other side of the bathroom.
"Where?" Alicia asked.
"Through here," George said, stepping through the mirror. He smiled at the amazed look on Alicia's face.
"How did you ...?" Alicia asked as he helped her step thru into the dimly lit passage way.
"Shh!" George hissed as he finished stepping through. The mirror transformed back into glass just as there was a feint meowing on the other side of the bathroom door. He watched thru the opposite side of the mirror as Filch opened the door.
"Anyone here, my sweet?" Filch said, holding up his lantern. Mrs. Norris immediatly scampered up to the mirror and began to sniff it.
George back away slowly and ran right into Alicia. She grabbed onto his arm.
"What do you see?" Filch said to his stupid cat as he pressed his ugly face against the glass. George would have laughed if he was with Fred but this was desperate. He held another person's permanent record in his very hands.
Filch took his face off the mirror and George could have sworn he saw Filch thinking. He cocked one of his eyebrows.
"It's only your reflection, Mrs. Norris .. don't be silly ..." Filch said slowly. He began to turn away but quickly turned back and tapped the glass.
"Unless ..." Filch said, rubbing his grubby hand down the glass. Grease seemed to float in the air as it was stuck to the mirror. "Unless .. it's those Weasleys! Hahaha, Mrs. Norris! We've got them this time! You go head them off, I've got to make a trip to the Gryffindor tower!" Filch said happily as he opened the door and left. All George could hear was Alicia breathing hard.
"Come on," George said as he turned. He grabbed her hand again lead her through the passage way.
"George, we're going to be in so much trouble ..." Alicia whispered.
"Not on my watch," George said.
"But what are you going to do!? I mean, Filch is going to the common room and --"
"Fred will take care of that. I'm more worried about that evil cat ..." George said. They came to a sudden fork in the path. George stood boldly before them and swallowed. Where the hell was the Marauder's Map when you needed it?!
Meanwhile ...Back in the common room ...
"So here's a riddle ... how many birthdays does an average wizard have?" Fred asked Lee, Katie, and Angelina. Lee was about to answer when someone behind Fred answered for him.
"One," came Rodney the Prefect's voice.
"That's ... correct ..." Fred said standing up. He and Rodney had never really liked each other much.
"There's someone at the door for you," Rodney said, pointing to the portrait, which was open.
"Oh ... thankyou," Fred said. He noticed Rodney following him towards the portait hole, but chose to ignore it. He jumped out of the portrait hole and found himself facing the devil himself: Filch.
"And where had you been this evening?" Filch asked.
"Argus Filch! Good man, how goes it?" Fred said, putting his arm around the caretaker.
"He asked you a question," Rodney said. Fred an insensere smile and turned back to the cartaker, who had gotten out of Fred's grip.
"I've been here the entire night," Fred answered.
"And what about your partner in crime?" Rodney asked.
"Asleep ..." Fred said without batting an eye.
Filch and Rodney exchanged a strange look and Fred swore he would go to Dumbledore about Rodney being in Slytherin.
"Well then maybe you and your conterpart have soom competition ... I'll ... be off," Filch said.
"Night, Argus!"Fred called, loving the way Filch hated Fred's first name basis for him.
"What are you up to?" Rodney asked as Fred climbed into the portrait hole.
"What's it to you? You may be a prefect, but you're no Percy Weasley, Rod," Fred said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Your brother was the --"
"Biggest prat in the universe, I know. No one has to tell me that twice," Fred said, leaving the Slytherin loving Rodney to his anger.
He on the other hand now had a new mission, and a map to "borrow" for the night.
He walked around the room, avoiding the his friends. This was a job for an experienced troublemaker, not those ametures.
He turned to make sure no one was watching him, especially not Harry or Ron. No need telling his younger brother that one of his older siblings had messed up. They would never hear the end of it. He looked around and made sure no one else was watching him either. Lee, Katie, and Angelina were talking amongst themselves. Fred was almost sure he was safe when he noticed Rodney watching him. Fred flashed him a fake smile and dashed upstairs. No doubt that little snot nosed 5th year would follow him. He made sure Rodney was coming before entering his own dorm room and when Rodney appeared at the top of the stairs, Fred gave him another fake smile. Rodney sneered.
"I don't know what you're up to, but don't think you won't get caught," Rodney said.
"Rodney, are you sure the Sorting Hat wasn't on crack before it sorted you?" was all Fred said before opening the door and slipping inside.
He put his ear to the door and held his breath. Rodney still hadn't left, and Fred had to get to the 5th year's room to get the Marauder's Map. Fred would wait it out and collect some things he might need to save his brother...
Back to the underground ...
"George, are you sure you know where you're going?" Alicia asked uncertainly as she and George turned yet another corner.
"Of course I do!" George answered way to quickly. The truth was, he had no idea where they were. He had never even been in this passage and he was beggining to feel alittle nervous.
"Shouldn't we just go back?" Alicia asked. George didn't answer. He knew going back would be just as pointless as going forward.
Just then they came to a flight of spiral stairs.
"See! Told you I knew where we were going!" George said.
"Alright then, where the hell do these stairs lead to?" Alicia said, folding her arms.
"Um ..." George peered up the stairway. "Up?"
"George Weasley!" Alicia exclaimed. She walked by quickly, pushed him against the wall and stomped up the stairs.
"What!?" George asked, following quickly behind her. "What did I do!? Atleast we don't have detention!" George exclaimed.
"Better there than down here with you!" Alicia said.
George stopped in his tracks. What the hell had he even done?! He would never understand women. He listened as her foots steps echoed up the stair case. They slowed..
And finally she stopped.
"I'm sorry ..." he heard her whisper.
"Alicia ..." was all George could think to say as he climbing the steps and stood one step behind her.
"I just ... am afraid. I mean, where am I?!" she said whirled around. George pondered for a second.
"Somewhere ... in Hogwarts ... with me," George said, a lopsided smile on his face. Alicia laughed.
"Yeah ... and there's no place else I'd rather be ..." She in a whisper that echoed in George's mind. Had she really just said that. George starred into her cinnamon-brown eyes and he closed his eyes as they kissed.
N/A Ewww! Cooties! lol, just kidding. Alright, sorry SOOO much about spelling mistakes ... and sorry if you feel you would have rather read Alicia's POV first. More to come, I promise.
ps- alittle more exciting ... I don't know if I've entire captured my characters yet.
"Yes!" Alicia finally said. George couldn't take it any longer and before she could say anything else to ruin the moment, he pressed his lips against hers. They were sweet. And the sudden realization of what he was doing made him open his eyes and break the kiss. For a few beautiful moments, her eyes were closed and then in a flutter, he was looking right into them ... those beautiful cinnamon brown eyes.
Neither of them said anything. She only blinked and George only starred. And then it dawned on him ... he had just kissed Alicia...
"I ... I'm sorry ..." George trailed off. He looked down at the floor and cursed himself for ever doing something so stupid. Alicia shook her head no.
"No, George... it's ... it's alright," she smiled and let out a small chuckle to reassure him. George looked up and met her eyes. They were so beautiful.
"So ... " George said and he brushed his hand through his hair. Alicia giggled.
"Shouldn't we be heading back?" Alicia asked. George shrugged and nodded his head.
With each step taken down the Owlery staircase, George became more and more aware of the fact that he was going to the Yule Ball with Alicia. And that he had kissed her. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that she was rambling on and on. It wasn't untill they reached the corridor and Alicia grabbed his hand that he was dragged back into the time and place.
"Who's there?" came an all too familure voice, that echoed through the quiet corridor. George stopped dead in his tracks and slightly shook his head in disgust as he starred up ahead at the wall. A light shone around the corner and you could see Filch's ugly silloutte. Why now?! George thought furiously.
"George!" Alicia whined, turning to him and grabbing his arm.
"Let's ... go ..." George said still starring at the shadow.
"Go where?" Alicia hissed, pointing out the fact that they weren't going anywhere.
"Yeah ... follow me," George said grabbing her hand, and leading her towards the only passage way he could think of. Alicia slowed and George yanked her around the corner.
"I know you're here ... " came Filch's voice. George and Alicia both sped up on impulse.
"George, where are we going?" Alicia asked. George didn't answer and he prayed she wouldn't notice. Instead he lead her right up to the door of the men's restroom.
"Excuse me?" Alicia said, yanking her hand out of George's.
"There's a secret passage way in here," George said.
"I don't care, I'm not going in there ..." Alicia said as she began to leave.
"Alicia, do you hear that?" George asked slyly. He dramatically put his hand to his ear and leaned in the direction of the sound of Filch calling Mrs. Norris. "That, my dear, is the sound of detention from the Yule Ball ..." he said. Alicia glanced nervously at him.
"Oh fine ... but you better be right!" Alicia said looking him square in the eye. George smiled and hoped he WAS right.
"So, where's this secret passage of yours?" Alicia asked skeptically. George laughed as she recoiled from the entire bathroom around her.
"It's not like we have cooties," George said as he went into a stall.
"Where are you going?!" Alicia asked.
"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!" George said.
"Don't you dare!" Alicia protested. George laughed and flushed the toilet. "That's gross!" Alicia whined.
"Alicia, it's just the key to opening the secret passage ..." George explained as he crossed to the other side of the bathroom.
"Where?" Alicia asked.
"Through here," George said, stepping through the mirror. He smiled at the amazed look on Alicia's face.
"How did you ...?" Alicia asked as he helped her step thru into the dimly lit passage way.
"Shh!" George hissed as he finished stepping through. The mirror transformed back into glass just as there was a feint meowing on the other side of the bathroom door. He watched thru the opposite side of the mirror as Filch opened the door.
"Anyone here, my sweet?" Filch said, holding up his lantern. Mrs. Norris immediatly scampered up to the mirror and began to sniff it.
George back away slowly and ran right into Alicia. She grabbed onto his arm.
"What do you see?" Filch said to his stupid cat as he pressed his ugly face against the glass. George would have laughed if he was with Fred but this was desperate. He held another person's permanent record in his very hands.
Filch took his face off the mirror and George could have sworn he saw Filch thinking. He cocked one of his eyebrows.
"It's only your reflection, Mrs. Norris .. don't be silly ..." Filch said slowly. He began to turn away but quickly turned back and tapped the glass.
"Unless ..." Filch said, rubbing his grubby hand down the glass. Grease seemed to float in the air as it was stuck to the mirror. "Unless .. it's those Weasleys! Hahaha, Mrs. Norris! We've got them this time! You go head them off, I've got to make a trip to the Gryffindor tower!" Filch said happily as he opened the door and left. All George could hear was Alicia breathing hard.
"Come on," George said as he turned. He grabbed her hand again lead her through the passage way.
"George, we're going to be in so much trouble ..." Alicia whispered.
"Not on my watch," George said.
"But what are you going to do!? I mean, Filch is going to the common room and --"
"Fred will take care of that. I'm more worried about that evil cat ..." George said. They came to a sudden fork in the path. George stood boldly before them and swallowed. Where the hell was the Marauder's Map when you needed it?!
Meanwhile ...Back in the common room ...
"So here's a riddle ... how many birthdays does an average wizard have?" Fred asked Lee, Katie, and Angelina. Lee was about to answer when someone behind Fred answered for him.
"One," came Rodney the Prefect's voice.
"That's ... correct ..." Fred said standing up. He and Rodney had never really liked each other much.
"There's someone at the door for you," Rodney said, pointing to the portrait, which was open.
"Oh ... thankyou," Fred said. He noticed Rodney following him towards the portait hole, but chose to ignore it. He jumped out of the portrait hole and found himself facing the devil himself: Filch.
"And where had you been this evening?" Filch asked.
"Argus Filch! Good man, how goes it?" Fred said, putting his arm around the caretaker.
"He asked you a question," Rodney said. Fred an insensere smile and turned back to the cartaker, who had gotten out of Fred's grip.
"I've been here the entire night," Fred answered.
"And what about your partner in crime?" Rodney asked.
"Asleep ..." Fred said without batting an eye.
Filch and Rodney exchanged a strange look and Fred swore he would go to Dumbledore about Rodney being in Slytherin.
"Well then maybe you and your conterpart have soom competition ... I'll ... be off," Filch said.
"Night, Argus!"Fred called, loving the way Filch hated Fred's first name basis for him.
"What are you up to?" Rodney asked as Fred climbed into the portrait hole.
"What's it to you? You may be a prefect, but you're no Percy Weasley, Rod," Fred said, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Your brother was the --"
"Biggest prat in the universe, I know. No one has to tell me that twice," Fred said, leaving the Slytherin loving Rodney to his anger.
He on the other hand now had a new mission, and a map to "borrow" for the night.
He walked around the room, avoiding the his friends. This was a job for an experienced troublemaker, not those ametures.
He turned to make sure no one was watching him, especially not Harry or Ron. No need telling his younger brother that one of his older siblings had messed up. They would never hear the end of it. He looked around and made sure no one else was watching him either. Lee, Katie, and Angelina were talking amongst themselves. Fred was almost sure he was safe when he noticed Rodney watching him. Fred flashed him a fake smile and dashed upstairs. No doubt that little snot nosed 5th year would follow him. He made sure Rodney was coming before entering his own dorm room and when Rodney appeared at the top of the stairs, Fred gave him another fake smile. Rodney sneered.
"I don't know what you're up to, but don't think you won't get caught," Rodney said.
"Rodney, are you sure the Sorting Hat wasn't on crack before it sorted you?" was all Fred said before opening the door and slipping inside.
He put his ear to the door and held his breath. Rodney still hadn't left, and Fred had to get to the 5th year's room to get the Marauder's Map. Fred would wait it out and collect some things he might need to save his brother...
Back to the underground ...
"George, are you sure you know where you're going?" Alicia asked uncertainly as she and George turned yet another corner.
"Of course I do!" George answered way to quickly. The truth was, he had no idea where they were. He had never even been in this passage and he was beggining to feel alittle nervous.
"Shouldn't we just go back?" Alicia asked. George didn't answer. He knew going back would be just as pointless as going forward.
Just then they came to a flight of spiral stairs.
"See! Told you I knew where we were going!" George said.
"Alright then, where the hell do these stairs lead to?" Alicia said, folding her arms.
"Um ..." George peered up the stairway. "Up?"
"George Weasley!" Alicia exclaimed. She walked by quickly, pushed him against the wall and stomped up the stairs.
"What!?" George asked, following quickly behind her. "What did I do!? Atleast we don't have detention!" George exclaimed.
"Better there than down here with you!" Alicia said.
George stopped in his tracks. What the hell had he even done?! He would never understand women. He listened as her foots steps echoed up the stair case. They slowed..
And finally she stopped.
"I'm sorry ..." he heard her whisper.
"Alicia ..." was all George could think to say as he climbing the steps and stood one step behind her.
"I just ... am afraid. I mean, where am I?!" she said whirled around. George pondered for a second.
"Somewhere ... in Hogwarts ... with me," George said, a lopsided smile on his face. Alicia laughed.
"Yeah ... and there's no place else I'd rather be ..." She in a whisper that echoed in George's mind. Had she really just said that. George starred into her cinnamon-brown eyes and he closed his eyes as they kissed.
N/A Ewww! Cooties! lol, just kidding. Alright, sorry SOOO much about spelling mistakes ... and sorry if you feel you would have rather read Alicia's POV first. More to come, I promise.
