Chapter 2

Three days and I've still yet to see an owls from George. I knew that he was too good to be true especially for me. I had finally drilled into my head that he had forgotten about me and moved on to another victim. I can't keep him out of my mind that I even dream about him. The touch of his hand can still be felt in my cheek. His smooth skin brushed against my cold face. I would do anything to gaze deeply into his trusting eyes. It now seems to me that I'm obsessing over a guy I just met on my last trip to Diagon Alley. Just the thought of him made me shiver with eagerness. AS I plopped down onto my bed I noticed something flying towards my window. Now this was getting my hopes up, it might be from George. The owl swiftly glided in and landed on my desk chair and was clinging onto a piece of parchment. I grabbed it quickly from the bird's leg and unrolled it.

Dear Cassara,

Sorry for worrying you by not owling you for a few days. I have been waiting for days to get mum to let you come over sometime. Finally, she said you could after I convinced her that you were Ginny's friend from school. She agreed so whenever you can you can floo over. Please do reply with your answer but of course get permission from your parents. If you can't that is fine too but I'll owl you every single day.
I dream about you and my mind is always set on your gorgeous red hair and glimmering blue eyes. I'd love seeing you before Hogwarts if that is possible, even if school only starts in about a week. I'd really like to learn more about you because the only part of you I know is the outside and I want to see within.
With love,
George

Ah, 'with love' he is truly a sweetheart, which in the end decides that I should visit him at his house. I took in a long, slow deep breath and wondered about George and his family. After I finished getting over the shock of his letter I grabbed some stationary off of my desk and a quill. I began to write a letter back to him. It consisted of many answers and numerous questions. Such as, when should I be there and answers like, "Of course I'll owl you and I'd love to come visit you."

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"Tell me what he sleeps in!" Jessie begged me as I was waiting for George and his brother, Fred, to come Floo to get me.
"Jessie I am not going to tell you what he sleeps in, why don't you ask him yourself when he gets here?" I joked.
"Well, duh, that would be totally embarrassing. His brother you say? Have you seen him before because if he looks anything close to how you describe George than he probably has a girlfriend."
I started to giggle until there was a bit of a rumbling coming from my fireplace and George stepped out. I was just about to go and hug him but then someone else came out. It was George!
"Whoa! You didn't tell me that you were twins George." I looked at them and instantly noticed which was George because his smile was nothing like I have ever scene so I remembered it from in the book store.
"This is my brother, Fred." He introduced.
They looked so similar but I wasn't anyway attracted to Fred at all because I wasn't inlove with George's looks, even though it played a key part in my feelings. I was concentrating on the look of his eyes, which Fred didn't have. Apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed how identical they look. Jessie was just staring with her mouth dropped open. After a few seconds she elbowed me in the ribs indicating that she also wanted an introduction.
"George I'd like you to meet my friend, Jessie, she wants to know what you sleep in." I chuckled.
"Cass!" She bellowed.
She only called me Cass when she was angry, usually she just called me Sara because I hated the name Cass.
"Well actually that is a difficult question," Fred said also laughing, "because I couldn't tell you what he sleeps in because he doesn't wear anything!"
"I think you're mistaken Fred, that's you." George chuckled, "I sleep in boxers incase you were wondering."
Jessie just blushed too embarrassed and too 'into' Fred. She was definitely crushing on him I could tell. Even though they look the same Fred seemed more of her type than George, thank God because I'd suffer if George weren't with me, though we aren't going out. I had an urge to go and hug him so I did. He welcomed me into his arms and I wanted to kiss those lips. They looked so soft and experienced while they were smooth and slightly wet. I couldn't stop the sensation in my body to just do it. What could go wrong? Except for the fact his brother and my best friend in the room but it was better than in front of his parents I suppose. I lifted my head away from his warm chest and looked up into his eyes. He was having the same urge I was as he bent down and placed them on my mouth. I was right and they were soft and I wanted them to myself so that's the way I kept it. His kiss was long and gentle and I wanted it to last forever, I enjoyed his breath against my skin and arms around me. I don't know how long we were just standing there in each others arms but when we broke Fred and Jessie looked a tad irritated.
"sorry, I got a little carried away." I confessed to Jessie so they couldn't hear.
"Wow Fred is hot!" She laughs.
"One could get them mixed up."
"You better leave and not leave them waiting. You are so lucky, going to see them all day."
I just gave her a long stare and walked back to the family room where Fred and George were chatting a bit. I entered and George gave a bright smile at me. Then I faintly hear Fred speak.
"Ginny's friend George?" and he gives him a peculiar glance.
"Perhaps more." he responds, "Ready to floo, Cassara?"
I walked towards my fireplace and grab someone the powder, "It's called, The Burrow." George mumbled right before I throw down the dust. I faintly say, 'the burrow' and find myself in a strange, but wonderful house.