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Authors Note: Thanks to all who reviewed Chapter One! All your comments helped me! Read/review people!! I luve ya

                                                               *Desi*

Chapter 2: Peaches and Cream

As Alicia and Angelina walked (not to the Quidditch Pitch, as they had told Lee they would, but to the Great Hall for Lunch) , they talked about Katie and Lee.

"I'm really happy for Katie! She's had a thing for Lee for ages! Lee was just too thick to notice it until now!" reprimanded Alicia.

"Hey!" said a voice. "You wouldn't be talking 'bout me, ladies, right?"

The two girls turned around. There, right behind them, stood Lee, Fred, and George.

"Has anyone ever told you three NOT to stalk people?" said Angelina, frowning.

"Oh, yes. But do we really listen to people who scold us?" asked Fred to his parteners-in-crime.

"Nope," exclaimed George proudly.

"Never have, never will," said Lee, with his nose held high and an aristocratic air on his face.

The two girls sighed.

"It's no use. You three are uncurable," said Angelina.

"Thank you Angie!" All three boys bowed low.

"Now, would Ms. Alicia kindly walk with me to the Great Hall?" George offered his arm.

"Sure," Alicia shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. The truth was that fireworks were exploding inside of her.

"I'll meet you guys there," said Lee. "I'm gonna go and find Kate." He sped off through Hogwarts and headed to Gryffindor Tower.

Alicia and George walked, arm in arm, towards the Great Hall, as Fred and Angelina talked in the hall (A/N: See next Chapter *evil laugh*). They sat down at Gryffindor Table (next to each other, might I add) and started eating lamb chops and potatoes. Once they had finished the main course, dessert arrived: Peaches and Cream.

"Hey! Peaches and Cream are my favorite! I can't believe this! They've NEVER served Peaches and Cream!" exclaimed Alicia, pileing peaches onto her plate.

"Alicia, why do you like Peaches and Cream so much?" inquired George.

"Ummm...I dunno. Maybe because their sweet. I like anything sweet, really," said Alicia, thinking hard about the question.

"Really? Anything? Canari Creams? Ton-Tongue Toffees?" George asked excited.

"Okay, let me rephrase. I like anything sweet and SAFE!" laughed Alicia.

"So you don't like me then? Oh, I'm hurt Alicia! Just when I was gonna ask you to the ball, too..."he said getting up from the table, very dramatically. Alicia jumped up.

"You were going to ask me?" she said in a whisper, very cautiously.

"Yes. Why? Is that really such a bad thing?" asked George, puzzled. He had never seen Leesh shy around anyone before.

"Ask me and find out..." Alicia said, coyly. Wow, that was weird. I'm talking coyly! George Weasley, see what effects you have on me! She reprimanded herself mentally.

George, however, went with his instincts instead of scolding himself. He put his arms around her and whispered in her ear, "Alicia Spinnet, will you go to the Ball with me?"

Alicia thought she was going to faint. George Weasley, the guy that she had had a crush on since they had started playing on the Quidditch team together, was finally, after all these years, seeing Alicia as more than a teammate and a friend. She leaned close to his ear and whispered back, "I'd be crazy not to go with you, George," This time, she did not reprimand herself.

Greorge grinned. He whispered, "Common Room at seven, okay Leesh?"

" Sure," she answered, still murmuring.

"I got to run. We've got class in ten minutes and I need to get my bag from my dorm. But I'll see you in Transfiguration, okay?" said George sadly.

Alicia didn't want him to go, but she had no choice. " Sure, I'll see you there."

"Good. Now, while I'm gone, don't say that you'll go to the ball with anyone else." George said.

"I wouldn't dream of it," said Alicia smiling at George's overprotectivness.

"Good," George leaned down, looked Alicia in the eye and kissed her, full on the lips. It wasn't a long kiss, it wasn't a deep kiss. It was a sweet kiss. And as George fled out of the Great Hall to collect his Transfiguration things, Alicia thought, Just like Peaches and Cream.