Updates, updates.. Blinky wrote something for this chapter -- told you she would!! She's better than I am, and
since Brenna is property of her, she wrote a lil love scene for her and Geroge since I suck at crap like that! Hurray
for Blinksan!
~*~
Brenna walked into the Great Hall only to be welcomed by it's overwhelming vastness. She sat at the solemn
table in the room and sighed. She had felt something weird coming from George the other day and she couldn't
get him out of her mind. What was it about that tall kid with firey red hair that set her off? She shook her head
trying to push thoughts of him away.
She had spent hours grilling Ron about George. She had probably made it a little too obvious that she liked him.
Still, after finding out some interesting stuff, she fell into a dark spindling love, for one Mr. George Weasley.
People like her never fell in love...never. It was too unusual, too unplanned... but there was just something about
him that drew her near. She set her head on the table and let a few lonely tears drip off her cheeks. She was so
confused now and really didn't know why.
"Damn you George Weasley..." she cursed. The tears began to flow more freely and her body became racked with
sobs. At this point in time Fred and George quietly entered the Great Hall. Seeing Brenna all alone and distraught
George motioned for Fred to leave.
Walking silently to the sobbing Brenna, George sighed. He reached her and placed a comforting hand on her
back.
"Come now Brenna, why are you crying..?" he said quietly.
Brenna jumped with a frightening start, pulled her wand, and pointed it square inbetween his eyes.
"Oy! Brenna, it's only me!" exclaimed George. He looked at her and noticed her tear stained cheeks. He reached
out his hand and brushed a few of the tears away.
She shook gently under his touch and without a second thought he pulled her into a warm embrace. She shook
violently for a moment or so, but stopped as George's warmth overwhlemed her.
"Brenna..." he started. "What's wrong?" he inquired.
She let out a shuddering sigh and pulled away from him. She sat back down at the table. The candlelight from
above streamed onto her face.
"George... I... You... We... Hogwarts..." she stopped, looking at her pale, clenched knuckles.
George reached a hand over to hers and covered it. he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"I know..." he said quietly. He felt her knuckles release. With this he gripped her hand tighter and smiled
comfortingly.
At the same instant they both looked to meet the gaze of people walking into the Great hall. George stood slowly
bringing Brenna up with him. They left just as the rest of them entered the Great Hall.
~OoO~
Lucius Malfoy kneeled over a chest, muttering in the last compartment. Stranger yet, he was being answered.
"Do you have the boy?"
"Not yet, but the trap is set, I assure you.."
"Get me the boy!"
~OoO~
George led Brenna silently down the hall and then finally up to the Gryffindor Common Room. Brenna gazed around
silently at all of the red luxurious couches and roaring fire. They sat on the couch somewhat together, some what
apart. They're hands were still linked together, and Brenna was clenching his hand tighter than ever.
"George... I... You... Me... Us..." she started again.
"Hrm...?" he inquired softly as he took in her beauty. He couldn't help but stare at her as the pale orangish red
firelight danced over her skin. He wanted to reach out and touch the pale flicker on her skin, but everytime he
managed to stop himself.
"George... I... like you..." she murmured softly squeezing his hand. She can't believe she had just told him, poured
her heart out to hi, and now what was she going to get...
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. He could feel her shivering cold body against his own.
He kept one hand around her waist, and placed the other against the shivering skin on the flat of her back.
"Glad we feel the same way..." he said with pure emotion in his voice. He nuzzled his head agianst her neck and
moved her hair gently behind her ear. Brenna shivered with pure ecstacy under his cool touch. He kissed her
neck taking in the sweet taste of her skin. Brenna laughed and sighed.
"You know what George... I take that back..." she said unwaveringly.
George looks up quickly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What... You do!?"
She nodded deeply, "I don't like you George Weasley... I'm in love with you..." With that she turned around in his
lap and placed her hands on his chest. She looked him square in the eyes.
"I've never... never loved anyone before... but your something special, someone different to me..." she said with a
small shrill sob in her voice.
He laughed silently and stared back into her deep brown eyes.
At long last he spoke, "I love you too Brenna..." Without a second thought to it, he leanded his face in close to
hears and gently moved his lips over her own.
Lost in a deep ecstacy, they slowly lost track of time. When they parted at last, Brenna leaned in and caught him
in a full embrace. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in deeply. Her face overcome with joy.
Both of them enjoyed each others company so much, that they could care less when the others walked back into
the Common Room. ((If you couldn't tell I didn't write the lovey dovey crap.. well I pity the foo'!))
~OoO~
Everyone sat together for dinner, on the last night of their break, and the last night of Willow's punishment.
"Come on Will, you have to sneak out or something," said Ron quietly, frowning.
"I'll try.. but it won't be easy, love," Willow replied, toying at her food.
The two were discussing how they could spend their last hours of freedom together. Willow and Ron had decided
Willow would escape from Lucius when she had the chance, and they'd spend their last hours of break in freedom.
~OoO~
((Yeah, I know I'm kind of rushing the story))
Willow looked around Malfoy's office impatiently. Her last day and her last task was to tidy up his office. Yikes.
She figured the time was right, and she walked over to his door and shook the handle. Locked. It was no surprise,
really. She searched her robes for her wand.
"Damnit all!," She exclaimed
She'd forgotten her wand, on all days. She put her hand on her head, sighing.
"Wait a minute...," She murmered, pulling out a small bobby pin she used to keep her hair in place, "Perfect."
since Brenna is property of her, she wrote a lil love scene for her and Geroge since I suck at crap like that! Hurray
for Blinksan!
~*~
Brenna walked into the Great Hall only to be welcomed by it's overwhelming vastness. She sat at the solemn
table in the room and sighed. She had felt something weird coming from George the other day and she couldn't
get him out of her mind. What was it about that tall kid with firey red hair that set her off? She shook her head
trying to push thoughts of him away.
She had spent hours grilling Ron about George. She had probably made it a little too obvious that she liked him.
Still, after finding out some interesting stuff, she fell into a dark spindling love, for one Mr. George Weasley.
People like her never fell in love...never. It was too unusual, too unplanned... but there was just something about
him that drew her near. She set her head on the table and let a few lonely tears drip off her cheeks. She was so
confused now and really didn't know why.
"Damn you George Weasley..." she cursed. The tears began to flow more freely and her body became racked with
sobs. At this point in time Fred and George quietly entered the Great Hall. Seeing Brenna all alone and distraught
George motioned for Fred to leave.
Walking silently to the sobbing Brenna, George sighed. He reached her and placed a comforting hand on her
back.
"Come now Brenna, why are you crying..?" he said quietly.
Brenna jumped with a frightening start, pulled her wand, and pointed it square inbetween his eyes.
"Oy! Brenna, it's only me!" exclaimed George. He looked at her and noticed her tear stained cheeks. He reached
out his hand and brushed a few of the tears away.
She shook gently under his touch and without a second thought he pulled her into a warm embrace. She shook
violently for a moment or so, but stopped as George's warmth overwhlemed her.
"Brenna..." he started. "What's wrong?" he inquired.
She let out a shuddering sigh and pulled away from him. She sat back down at the table. The candlelight from
above streamed onto her face.
"George... I... You... We... Hogwarts..." she stopped, looking at her pale, clenched knuckles.
George reached a hand over to hers and covered it. he knew exactly what she was talking about.
"I know..." he said quietly. He felt her knuckles release. With this he gripped her hand tighter and smiled
comfortingly.
At the same instant they both looked to meet the gaze of people walking into the Great hall. George stood slowly
bringing Brenna up with him. They left just as the rest of them entered the Great Hall.
~OoO~
Lucius Malfoy kneeled over a chest, muttering in the last compartment. Stranger yet, he was being answered.
"Do you have the boy?"
"Not yet, but the trap is set, I assure you.."
"Get me the boy!"
~OoO~
George led Brenna silently down the hall and then finally up to the Gryffindor Common Room. Brenna gazed around
silently at all of the red luxurious couches and roaring fire. They sat on the couch somewhat together, some what
apart. They're hands were still linked together, and Brenna was clenching his hand tighter than ever.
"George... I... You... Me... Us..." she started again.
"Hrm...?" he inquired softly as he took in her beauty. He couldn't help but stare at her as the pale orangish red
firelight danced over her skin. He wanted to reach out and touch the pale flicker on her skin, but everytime he
managed to stop himself.
"George... I... like you..." she murmured softly squeezing his hand. She can't believe she had just told him, poured
her heart out to hi, and now what was she going to get...
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her onto his lap. He could feel her shivering cold body against his own.
He kept one hand around her waist, and placed the other against the shivering skin on the flat of her back.
"Glad we feel the same way..." he said with pure emotion in his voice. He nuzzled his head agianst her neck and
moved her hair gently behind her ear. Brenna shivered with pure ecstacy under his cool touch. He kissed her
neck taking in the sweet taste of her skin. Brenna laughed and sighed.
"You know what George... I take that back..." she said unwaveringly.
George looks up quickly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What... You do!?"
She nodded deeply, "I don't like you George Weasley... I'm in love with you..." With that she turned around in his
lap and placed her hands on his chest. She looked him square in the eyes.
"I've never... never loved anyone before... but your something special, someone different to me..." she said with a
small shrill sob in her voice.
He laughed silently and stared back into her deep brown eyes.
At long last he spoke, "I love you too Brenna..." Without a second thought to it, he leanded his face in close to
hears and gently moved his lips over her own.
Lost in a deep ecstacy, they slowly lost track of time. When they parted at last, Brenna leaned in and caught him
in a full embrace. She leaned her head on his shoulder and breathed in deeply. Her face overcome with joy.
Both of them enjoyed each others company so much, that they could care less when the others walked back into
the Common Room. ((If you couldn't tell I didn't write the lovey dovey crap.. well I pity the foo'!))
~OoO~
Everyone sat together for dinner, on the last night of their break, and the last night of Willow's punishment.
"Come on Will, you have to sneak out or something," said Ron quietly, frowning.
"I'll try.. but it won't be easy, love," Willow replied, toying at her food.
The two were discussing how they could spend their last hours of freedom together. Willow and Ron had decided
Willow would escape from Lucius when she had the chance, and they'd spend their last hours of break in freedom.
~OoO~
((Yeah, I know I'm kind of rushing the story))
Willow looked around Malfoy's office impatiently. Her last day and her last task was to tidy up his office. Yikes.
She figured the time was right, and she walked over to his door and shook the handle. Locked. It was no surprise,
really. She searched her robes for her wand.
"Damnit all!," She exclaimed
She'd forgotten her wand, on all days. She put her hand on her head, sighing.
"Wait a minute...," She murmered, pulling out a small bobby pin she used to keep her hair in place, "Perfect."