Dusk was just beginning to set over the castle as George and Madison made
their way up the winding marble stairs. Torches flickered along the stone
walls causing light to dance gaily. The flames light up the thin cold
stairwell just enough to see where to step. As the night set in on
Hogwarts, the corridors began to get chilly to the point of students
putting on their sweaters. Madison was getting goose bumps along her arms
from the cold air. George's ears wearing turning a light shade of pink from
the light gusts of wind that occasionally blew through. He clutched his
cloak tightly around his body trying to keep in his body heat. Madison's
cheeks were turning red as they continued up the stairs. George noticed
this and stopped on one of the landings. He grabbed her arm lightly sending
her a signal to stop as well. She did and turned towards him.
"Cold are you?" he asked jokingly.
"Just a bit," she said chattering a bit, "We better keep moving, Snape will have a fit."
"Here, wait, have my school robe. It'll keep you warm, for a bit anyway," he offered. He removed his black robe and placed it around her shoulders. She gratefully took it and pulled it shut. She held onto it with both hands and smiled up at him. He smiled slightly back and they continued walking. The half moon was just starting to show its face from behind the clouds when they reached the top of the stairs. They walked down the hall and turned left into the trophy room. Professor Snape was sitting in a chair in the right corner of the room with a very stern and perturbed look on his face. His arms were folded against his chest and his teaching robes were wrapped around him. As they entered, he stood up from his seat. He dropped his robes and faced them.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," he announced.
"What for?!" Madison said sounding extremely shocked, a look of panic on her face.
"For being late," he directed at her, "Now, the rags are over there. I'll be up in three hours to check on your, shall I say, progress." He turned on his left heel and walked towards the door. He grabbed a hold of the handle and shut it as he left leaving them enclosed in the trophy room alone. George walked over to the bucket of water that was housing two old rags. A bottle of polish was sitting next to it; he looked at it and tilted his head to the side.
"I'm guessing that we can't use magic," he said.
"Why do you say that?" she inquired.
"Because there's a bottle of polish and rags. Looks like it's all man power," he sighed.
"Hey I resent that!" she spat at him.
"It's a saying, I didn't mean to offend you," he backed off. He picked up the wet rags and the bottle then walked over to her. He handed her the rag and added some polish to the cloth. She walked over to one side of the room while he continued to the other side of the room. There were a lot of trophies strewn across the room. Shelves upon shelves of golden and silver goblets and plaques. Most were from quidditch others were from smaller things, one being dueling. They polished until the trophies shone like the sun and glittered like gold. Polishing only took an hour; they still had two more hours to kill. Madison sunk down to the floor in the corner and brought her knees to her chest. Her hands were a bit sore from scrubbing and a blister was beginning to form on her thumb. George was feeling the same way. He walked over to her and took the rag from her. He placed them both back into the bucket and joined her in the corner. It had gotten a little colder during the hour, but with the door shut it kept the room a small fraction warmer. Even though fall was just setting in, it was colder than it normally was. Madison let her hair out from its messy bun, it fell lightly across her shoulders and into her face. She brushed it behind her ears and clutched George's robe tightly. George let out a silent shiver, trying to hide from Madison that he was cold. She noticed though and looked at him.
"Cold are you?" she mocked him.
"Just a bit," he said in a mock high pitched voice. She let out a muffled laugh and he smiled. She brought her arm out opening the robe wider to let him in. He took the side of the robe and wrapped it around both of them. They're arms were against each other making the robe fight tighter than it should.
"Is there any way that we could get more room?" Madison wondered.
"I know one way," he replied.
"And that would be?" she asked questionably.
He looked at her with a nervous face, something nobody had seen before. She gave him a confused look but waited to see what his idea was. He moved his arm closest to her and placed it around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She placed her arms around his mid-stomach and lied her head on his shoulder. There was now more room to wrap the robe closer to them, which is what he did with his free hand. She shut her eyes, she felt very comfortable. The cold air seemed to surround them, the light danced along the walls. George looked down at Madison who fell asleep and was off dreaming. The warmth of her body near his warmed him up inside. It seemed to push the cold air away. He liked this, he never wanted this night or this moment to end, but in his heart he couldn't fight the fact that Professor Snape would be coming up in an hour and a half. He smiled down at her and placed his head lightly on hers. A smile crept onto her face as she slept. George made sure that he didn't fall asleep, he wouldn't know what Snape would do if he walked in on them like this and, quiet frankly, he didn't want to find out. A half an hour crept by and they hadn't moved from their position, they just became closer. After about an hour, he decided to wake her up. He tapped her shoulder and she slowly woke up. She yawned and stood up handing him back his robe. He refused it and placed it, again, around her shoulders. He stood up as well and took a quick walk around the room making sure Snape couldn't find anything to take points away from Gryffindor for. He found nothing to get caught with. Madison started to walk towards George, but tripped over a lifted stone. She felt her body fall forward, there's was nothing she could do. She landed on something soft and warm, she felt things hold onto her. She had fallen forward onto George and he was now holding her. He stroked her hair with his had as she wrapped her arms around him again. Her hair was like silk, it ran soft and smooth across his fingertips. Her entwined her hair between his fingers carefully and released it. For about ten minutes, he just held her in his arms not wanting to let go. He wanted to refuse reality and stay inside that room, but he knew that wasn't possible for in a matter of ten minutes Snape was about to open the door. They finally broke apart and walked to separate sides of the room pretending to have been there the whole time. The door opened, light flooded into the room along with a burst of cold air. The potions Professor walked slowly into the room and examined it.
"Weasley, you missed a spot on this trophy, ten points from Gryffindor. It seems that you both have earned your dismissal, so you may both leave. I better not see any funny business tomorrow or you'll be back up her again," he threatened as he walked out of the room quickly.
They both looked at each other and laughed out loud. They walked down the long stairwell together and to the Gryffindor common room. George had his arm draped around her bony shoulders as they walked. They entered the common room around 11:00 that night, the room had already filled out only two or three students remained and it was basically first years. They reached the doorway where they split up. George let go of Madison and smiled at her. She handed him back his robe and smiled back.
"Thank you again," she praised. She turned to get to her dormitory but heard George whisper her name. She spun around to face him again.
"Um, I was wondering. Would you like to sneak down to the kitchens with me tomorrow night? I get hungry this late," he wondered.
"Sure, I could always use a late night snack," she agreed.
"Cool, see you tomorrow either here or at breakfast," he smiled.
She turned again and went to the dormitory. Everyone was asleep and in bed by the time she lied down. She fell asleep no more than ten minutes later. She was so sound asleep that she couldn't here someone walk around the room. A shadow of a girl carrying a knife or wand moved swiftly around the room as if looking for something or someone. She looked in the beds and under the beds. Apparently she didn't find what or who she was looking for because she left. Amber soon came up from getting a glass of water and climbed into bed and fell asleep not knowing of the intrusion.
Okay, another chapter done. Hope you liked it, I know I made George sound kind of shy, but this is how I think he might act towards a girl he likes, plus I thought it was cute. Anyway please review!!!! Probably won't have another chapter up til next weekend cause of school. Thanks for baring with me on this fic you guys! Hope you liked it and keep reviewing. Thanks to those who've been loyal in reviewing. Next chapter probably won't have that much romance in it, but it will have some, but more mystery and action hopefully. Until next time!
"Cold are you?" he asked jokingly.
"Just a bit," she said chattering a bit, "We better keep moving, Snape will have a fit."
"Here, wait, have my school robe. It'll keep you warm, for a bit anyway," he offered. He removed his black robe and placed it around her shoulders. She gratefully took it and pulled it shut. She held onto it with both hands and smiled up at him. He smiled slightly back and they continued walking. The half moon was just starting to show its face from behind the clouds when they reached the top of the stairs. They walked down the hall and turned left into the trophy room. Professor Snape was sitting in a chair in the right corner of the room with a very stern and perturbed look on his face. His arms were folded against his chest and his teaching robes were wrapped around him. As they entered, he stood up from his seat. He dropped his robes and faced them.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," he announced.
"What for?!" Madison said sounding extremely shocked, a look of panic on her face.
"For being late," he directed at her, "Now, the rags are over there. I'll be up in three hours to check on your, shall I say, progress." He turned on his left heel and walked towards the door. He grabbed a hold of the handle and shut it as he left leaving them enclosed in the trophy room alone. George walked over to the bucket of water that was housing two old rags. A bottle of polish was sitting next to it; he looked at it and tilted his head to the side.
"I'm guessing that we can't use magic," he said.
"Why do you say that?" she inquired.
"Because there's a bottle of polish and rags. Looks like it's all man power," he sighed.
"Hey I resent that!" she spat at him.
"It's a saying, I didn't mean to offend you," he backed off. He picked up the wet rags and the bottle then walked over to her. He handed her the rag and added some polish to the cloth. She walked over to one side of the room while he continued to the other side of the room. There were a lot of trophies strewn across the room. Shelves upon shelves of golden and silver goblets and plaques. Most were from quidditch others were from smaller things, one being dueling. They polished until the trophies shone like the sun and glittered like gold. Polishing only took an hour; they still had two more hours to kill. Madison sunk down to the floor in the corner and brought her knees to her chest. Her hands were a bit sore from scrubbing and a blister was beginning to form on her thumb. George was feeling the same way. He walked over to her and took the rag from her. He placed them both back into the bucket and joined her in the corner. It had gotten a little colder during the hour, but with the door shut it kept the room a small fraction warmer. Even though fall was just setting in, it was colder than it normally was. Madison let her hair out from its messy bun, it fell lightly across her shoulders and into her face. She brushed it behind her ears and clutched George's robe tightly. George let out a silent shiver, trying to hide from Madison that he was cold. She noticed though and looked at him.
"Cold are you?" she mocked him.
"Just a bit," he said in a mock high pitched voice. She let out a muffled laugh and he smiled. She brought her arm out opening the robe wider to let him in. He took the side of the robe and wrapped it around both of them. They're arms were against each other making the robe fight tighter than it should.
"Is there any way that we could get more room?" Madison wondered.
"I know one way," he replied.
"And that would be?" she asked questionably.
He looked at her with a nervous face, something nobody had seen before. She gave him a confused look but waited to see what his idea was. He moved his arm closest to her and placed it around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She placed her arms around his mid-stomach and lied her head on his shoulder. There was now more room to wrap the robe closer to them, which is what he did with his free hand. She shut her eyes, she felt very comfortable. The cold air seemed to surround them, the light danced along the walls. George looked down at Madison who fell asleep and was off dreaming. The warmth of her body near his warmed him up inside. It seemed to push the cold air away. He liked this, he never wanted this night or this moment to end, but in his heart he couldn't fight the fact that Professor Snape would be coming up in an hour and a half. He smiled down at her and placed his head lightly on hers. A smile crept onto her face as she slept. George made sure that he didn't fall asleep, he wouldn't know what Snape would do if he walked in on them like this and, quiet frankly, he didn't want to find out. A half an hour crept by and they hadn't moved from their position, they just became closer. After about an hour, he decided to wake her up. He tapped her shoulder and she slowly woke up. She yawned and stood up handing him back his robe. He refused it and placed it, again, around her shoulders. He stood up as well and took a quick walk around the room making sure Snape couldn't find anything to take points away from Gryffindor for. He found nothing to get caught with. Madison started to walk towards George, but tripped over a lifted stone. She felt her body fall forward, there's was nothing she could do. She landed on something soft and warm, she felt things hold onto her. She had fallen forward onto George and he was now holding her. He stroked her hair with his had as she wrapped her arms around him again. Her hair was like silk, it ran soft and smooth across his fingertips. Her entwined her hair between his fingers carefully and released it. For about ten minutes, he just held her in his arms not wanting to let go. He wanted to refuse reality and stay inside that room, but he knew that wasn't possible for in a matter of ten minutes Snape was about to open the door. They finally broke apart and walked to separate sides of the room pretending to have been there the whole time. The door opened, light flooded into the room along with a burst of cold air. The potions Professor walked slowly into the room and examined it.
"Weasley, you missed a spot on this trophy, ten points from Gryffindor. It seems that you both have earned your dismissal, so you may both leave. I better not see any funny business tomorrow or you'll be back up her again," he threatened as he walked out of the room quickly.
They both looked at each other and laughed out loud. They walked down the long stairwell together and to the Gryffindor common room. George had his arm draped around her bony shoulders as they walked. They entered the common room around 11:00 that night, the room had already filled out only two or three students remained and it was basically first years. They reached the doorway where they split up. George let go of Madison and smiled at her. She handed him back his robe and smiled back.
"Thank you again," she praised. She turned to get to her dormitory but heard George whisper her name. She spun around to face him again.
"Um, I was wondering. Would you like to sneak down to the kitchens with me tomorrow night? I get hungry this late," he wondered.
"Sure, I could always use a late night snack," she agreed.
"Cool, see you tomorrow either here or at breakfast," he smiled.
She turned again and went to the dormitory. Everyone was asleep and in bed by the time she lied down. She fell asleep no more than ten minutes later. She was so sound asleep that she couldn't here someone walk around the room. A shadow of a girl carrying a knife or wand moved swiftly around the room as if looking for something or someone. She looked in the beds and under the beds. Apparently she didn't find what or who she was looking for because she left. Amber soon came up from getting a glass of water and climbed into bed and fell asleep not knowing of the intrusion.
Okay, another chapter done. Hope you liked it, I know I made George sound kind of shy, but this is how I think he might act towards a girl he likes, plus I thought it was cute. Anyway please review!!!! Probably won't have another chapter up til next weekend cause of school. Thanks for baring with me on this fic you guys! Hope you liked it and keep reviewing. Thanks to those who've been loyal in reviewing. Next chapter probably won't have that much romance in it, but it will have some, but more mystery and action hopefully. Until next time!