Disclaimer- God, what wouldn't I do to own George Weasley?

A/N- You guys are really going to kill me…

Sister Pavarti and Juvenus- Thatnks for R/R! I made Candi up with every intention of making her an evil bitch that everyone would hate, but I get strangely attached to my characters, and now I love her, even though everyone else hates her. Poor Candi! I love happy endings, so you can probably guess how it will turn out. (But I also love little twists, so don't think I just gave away the story) Anyway, without Candi, there wouldn't be a story!

Sister Pavarti- If you want to see my NC-17 attempts read Exchanged. I want to try and keep this story clean, just to see if I can do it. Hmm… maybe I'll have a clean version and a dirty version…

Alicia Spinnet- Yes, of course he deserves you more than Candi! But he's acting like such a guy and is the only person that doesn't realize that.

And Thanks bunches to Potter Princess, queenie, Lost Angel, and supergal88. Reviews really do mean a lot to me. Isn't it great the site FINALLY decided to work?

Life After Hogwarts

August 24

8:30 am

I'm still talking about yesterday; nothing happened yet today, it's only 8:30, a time when the rest of the world is sleeping. (Or should be)

Anyway, you will never guess where George took me to play quidditch. I was thinking some field behind Diagon Alley. Instead, we apparated to the gates outside Hogwarts!

Since school hadn't started yet, the only people there were the teachers and the prefects. (Who came a few days early to help set everything up) I was feeling incredible sentimental as we walked across the grounds. I was pointing out everything that I missed, my favourite places, etc. George just kept laughing and shaking his head and telling me I was too dramatic and emotional.

Before we went to the quidditch pitch, we were going to stop off to see George's youngest brother, Ron, and his two friends Harry and Hermione. They had both been made prefects the year before, so like all the others, they came back early.

I felt a tug at my heartstrings when I saw all my old professors. I found that I even missed Snape, even though he would always make me cry during potions. Now was no exception, he was no nicer to me than he had been for the past seven years and sneered at the fact that I was going to a muggle college. He said that I was a "waste of Hogwarts' space" and that I was "throwing away all the hard work of the teachers."

Dumbledore was happier to see me and sincerely questioned my life after Howarts. But is there really a life after Hogwarts? I don't think so. I had the best years of my life here and my heart will always stay within these walls. There I go getting all sentimental again.

I was struggling to hold back my tears by the time we got to the Gryffindor common room. The memories were everywhere. I couldn't believe how much I missed it! There was the corner where Katie, Angie, and I would always sit and talk, the over stuffed armchair near the fire where Oliver Wood had given me my very first kiss, the burn mark on the floor from when Fred and George had lit sticks on fire and had used them in a sword fight… (Now that I think about it, its luck only the floor got hurt.) I could go on for days. I wished more than anything that I could have another year. Just ONE more year and I'd be happy. Actually, no I wouldn't. I'd just be in the same position next year wishing for another year. I couldn't take it anymore. The tears streamed down my face as I looked at my former home.

"Lich, You are so pathetic!" George said, laughing at my tears.

I-I c-can't h-help it!" I sobbed.

"Come here." He said wrapping his strong arms around me and letting me cry on his shoulder.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose that exact moment to walk into the common room.

"George, don't tell me you're dumping Candi for that!" I swear, Ron can be as wicked as the twins when he wants to be.

"Ron!" Hermione hissed at him angrily.

I turned away from the comfort of George's now soaked chest, wiping my eyes. "Thank you, Ron." I said in a sarcastic voice. "Now I see why I spent all that time baking for you."

He grinned "You know I was just kidding, Alicia. You know I like you more than that muggle anyway."

"And WHAT is wrong with muggles?" Hermione retorted.

"Nothing Hermione." Ron said, withering under his friend's glare.

"Alicia, are you alright?" Harry asked, noticing my tears.

George laughed. "She's just a little sentimental, that's all."

The five of us sat around and talked for a while. I really did miss this. Maybe I'll come back and teach after I graduate. I can just imagine myself as old as Dumbledore, still teaching because I can't bear the thought of leaving for good. I'm getting myself way off topic now, aren't I?

Anyway, at around 2:00, George and I decided that we should go down to the quidditch pitch so that we had enough playing time before it got dark. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to go clean classrooms. I suddenly remembered why I was so happy to not have been picked as a prefect.

Being it that school hadn't started yet, the goal posts weren't yet up, hence the portables that George had brought. As soon as we had each set one up, I grabbed my broom and began my flight around the quidditch pitch. I had forgotten how absolutely amazing this was! I soared recklessly around the pitch doing barrel roles, dives, and whatever other stunts I had felt the urge to do. I landed to see George nodding appreciatively.

"I see that the break hasn't changed your flying skills."

"I'm sure yours haven't either." I said. "I challenge you to some one on one quidditch!"

"You're on!" We shook on it. He tosses the quaffle to me and we both pushed off into the air.

One on one quiddtch is quite different, as you may imagine. I invented it last year as a drill for Angie, Katie, and me. The game is a lot like muggle basketball. One person starts out with the quaffle and has to get past the other person and shoot the ball into the goal. The other person can steal the ball away. If you get a goal, you get a point. If you steal the ball away and then score a goal, you get five points. The same person keeps starting out with the quaffle until they miss a goal, in which case it goes to the other person. Understand?

Even though George was a beater, he wasn't a bad chaser. After about two hours the score was 20-17 me. By then I was feeling my usual determination to win. I had scored two more goals when it started to rain. And I mean rain. It was as if the sky had just opened up. Within seconds, George and I we soaked to the bone and the quaffle was quivering with cold.

"Should we go in?" I called to him over the pounding of the rain.

"What's the point? We can't get any wetter than we already are!" he answered in true Weasley twin logic.

We tried to pick up our game, thinking the rain wuld make for a nice challenge. The quaffle, on the other hand, seemed to have different ideas and wouldn't cooperate, darting away from us to the safety of the bag.

George and I landed. There was no point in continuing if we didn't have a ball. We got our stuff together and began walking towards the castle.

"You know, Lich," He said over the noise of the downpour. "I think this is the first time we ever spent time together like this."

I nodded; boy did I ever know that. I had been waiting for this for only seven years.

"I had a really great time," He continued.

"Me too." I smiled at him.

He dropped the bag and wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't have been more surprised when he kissed me. This time it was real, not some fantasy, but a real, true, honest to god kiss! And it was exactly how I thought it would be. His lips were soft and gentle as they brushed across mine. Like silk.

This is WRONG, Alicia, WRONG! Candi is your roommate, don't do this to her! What if she finds out? The sensible Alicia in my mind kept protesting, but all thoughts ceased when George ran his tongue across my bottom lip. I opened my mouth slightly, granting his tongue access to my mouth. I closed my eyes and sank deeper into the kiss as the rain kept pouring down on us.

It all seamed unreal. I mean, this was GEORGE I was kissing! GEORGEOUS WEASLEY! I had imagined this moment countless times, but it didn't even compare to this reality. I felt weak, and my legs suddenly gave out under me. I collapsed, bringing George down on top of me for the second time that day. This time, though, he didn't jump up. We parted to catch our breath.

"Wow…" I whispered.

"Yeah, wow." He said, grinning down at me. "I've wanted to do that for years now."

This I was expecting even less than the kiss. "Me too." I could barely get the words out

He leaned down and kissed me again, harder and more passionately. I ran my fingers through his soft, wet, red hair, pushing his lips as close to mine as I could, eager to taste more of him, to devour him. His hands slid under my tank top and moved upwards. This was heaven.

Suddenly the reality of what I was doing set in and I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"We can't do this. What about Candi?"

"Candi…" his whispered her name and a look of realization crossed his face. "Oh, Gods."

"So what happens now?" I asked after a moment of silence, dreading the answer.

"I don't know. I guess the best thing to do would be to forget this happened."

I knew he was going to say this, but I was still crushed. "Yes," I reluctantly agreed. "That would be best."

But I wasn't convincing myself, not by a long shot.

August 24

9:15 am

As if this whole George thing isn't bad enough. Candi just burst into my room to tell me that we're going out tonight. Her and George, me and Shane. Isn't this going to be fun! A whole evening with George. Everything had become awkward since the kiss; we had barely even spoken since then. And then I see Candi, always acting so in love with George. She had no idea he had cheated on her, and there was no way in hell that I would be the one to tell her.

Wonderful. Now I'm heartbroken and guilty. I can't handle all these emotions!!! When had my life become a living hell? Why couldn't Candi have another boyfriend, any other boyfriend except George. But she has George, and I just get to sit and watch. And know, that if I said something only a few years earlier, it would be me in his arms instead of my muggle roommate.

A/N- AAANNNNNNNNNND CUT! (Sorry, just had a callback audition today and I', now acting all theatrical) Anyway, I'm sorry!!! I know I'm going to get flamed for this chapter. If the site behaves, then I'll update soon! I don't want to leave you all hanging like this!

Oh, and BTW… I was thinking of doing this from George's POV next… what do you think?

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~Lexa~