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Right, on to the next chapter! It's kinda short, but I hope you like it anyways! Toodles, Geo

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George marched up the marble staircase muttering savagely to him self. "Should have tuned around. No. She has to stop this. What am I saying? What is wrong with her? Oh shut up brain!" He continued his way up to the portrait of the pink lady and bellowed the password to her, sighing impatiently as the picture swung forward to let him enter.

"Oi! George! Wait up!" Called Lee Jordan, his and Fred's best friend, "Where you off to, mate?" He asked, "I was just feeling rather hungry and was going to nip off to the kitchens, wanna come?" Why won't he just shut up and leave me alone? Thought George, Can't he see that I am in a horrible mood?

"George? Are you listening to me?" Lee was getting annoyed.

"I can hear you just fine, and no, I don't want to go to the kitchens. I am not hungry. Now would you please go away and leave me in peace!" George said shortly and took the dormitory stairs three at a time, slamming the door as hard as he could. He paced up and down the room, still muttering four letter words under his breath. He sat down on his bed with his head in his hands and groaned miserably. He lay down on his back and starred up at the ceiling,

Why does she always do that, why is she so afraid of people seeing us together? Maybe I should just break it off with her, I can't take much more of this. George rolled that last thought over and over in his mind for what seemed like ages until he heard the door creak open.

"BUGGER THE HELL OFF LEE!" He yelled, thinking that it was his friend come back to pester him.

"I'm not Lee. But maybe I should bugger off, you're obviously in no mood to talk." It was Fred, sounding rather offended.

"Oh, sorry Fred. I thought…oh never mind you know what I thought." Said George sitting up, "I guess you want me to pour my soul out to you about what happened between me and Alicia?" He said sarcastically, giving his twin an icy look.

"I just want to know what the hell is going on. Leesh is really upset. She didn't mean to piss you off so badly." Fred replied sitting down on the bed opposite George's.

"Well she can tell me that her self, we don't need you going around being a messenger boy." George spat.

"For cripes George! Listen to your self! You told me just last week that you couldn't ever stop thinking about her and that you love her more that Quidditch! She knows she has a thing with being in public and she is going try to get over it. But she'll need your help!" Fred was now red with anger at his twins' behavior.

"Do I look like I care! Go! Just go! Leave me alone!" George pulled close the hangings of his four-poster.

"Fine!" Fred retorted and left the room, cursing George silently.