It's the Hogsmeade weekend and I'm so excited! Well, as excited as one can be-- getting prepared to go on a date with someone as good-looking as George. It's good, really, to try and get my mind off Terry. What's done is done, there's no going back now. Ever since George asked me out he's been acting so very sweet, while being the same George Weasley to everyone else. No one seems to understand the change, they don't see the love. They only see the prankster. And if he's solely a prankster to them, I can understand why they give him confused looks as he's around me. I actually feel sorry for them.

I'm in the girl's dorm, fixing my hair and grabbing a different outfit. This one is too... plain. I grab a pair of tight fitting blue jeans, which accent my slender waist, thanks to Quidditch, and a dark red tank top—what can I say? I'm a sucker for my Gryffindor colors. I turn to look through my jewelry box and shift through it impatiently and find a simple gold chain, so I slide it around my neck. That finished, I turn to search through my things for make-up, adding a touch of blush, light purple eyeshadow and dark red lipgloss. All in all I think I look all right. Sitting in front of a mirror, I run the brush through my hair, and Angelina walks in, tutting softly. "What?"

"Love, if you want to impress George Weasley you don't have to go through all the trouble..."

"I want him to realize it's not just some regular thing what I'm doing, I want to show him I care for him. I never got 'dressed up' for Terry." Angelina comes up behind me, plucking the brush out of my hand and runs it through my hair, grabbing a few pony tails and hair clips. After a few minutes my hair is done up in braids on either side of my temple, reaching behind my head and meeting in the center, before falling into place over the rest of my hair that is loose. With a flick of her wand, Angelina curls the hair that's handing down and she chuckles.

"George Weasley won't be able to keep his eyes off of you. I like your shirt, nice low neckline. That's sure to catch his attention as well. You going to The Three Broomsticks?"

"Of course, I like a good Butterbeer." She grins at me.

"Lean in to whisper something across the table. 10 galleons he looks down your shirt."

"LINA!"

"Well...?" I look at my reflection, pleased with how lovely I look.

"I'd lose that 10 galleons." I purr.

"'s my girl!"

I walk down the stairs chatting idly with Angelina, when I turn my head and see George staring up at me, jaw dropped. I give him a playful wink before finishing my way down the stairs. I try not to look anxious, the truth is I never thought I'd want to be ready to go on a date with George Weasley. There's nothing wrong with him, I do like him-- so much... It's just strange to be with someone other than Terry. I shake my head. Best to focus more on George right now then my troubled past.

I hear someone call, "It's time to go!" So, walking up to George, I loop my arm through his and we start off, neither of us saying a word. Sometimes words just aren't necessary. George knows me better than any guy I've known, in all honesty more than Terry. About halfway there, George pulls his arm away from mine and puts it around my shoulders, pulling me against him. With my head resting on his shoulder, we end up in Hogsmeade, smiling cheerfully at everyone around me.

After about an hour we end up in The Three Broomsticks and both get a drink of Butterbeer. I sip mine casually as he idly begins a conversation about Quidditch. That's the good thing about being on a Quidditch team—when you are at a loss of words talk about Quidditch. George isn't looking at me, he never does when he gets to his shy persona. With a keen smile, I lean across the table, his eyes are on my exposed cleavage. Mentally chuckling, I remind myself to tell Angelina she was right. I reach over and caress his cheek before bringing my lips softly at first then firmly to his. After about a minute of this, I pull away and sit back, sweeping my hair from my eyes. His green eyes are locked on mine as we both become shy and turn away. "Let's go." He finally says, standing up and pulling me to my feet and leading me out of The Three Broomsticks.

It was then that it happened.

The one thing that was never SUPPOSED to happen...

My date was going so well, until I lifted my gaze from George and look into startling blue eyes.

Terence Higgs stared at me, while I held George's hand tenderly in my own.

Moments later all Hell broke loose...

Author's Note

Sorry for the delay, even though Chard's about the only one rading this fic. o.O I am working on the side fic for Whiskey Lullaby, a Hey Arnold! fic that popped in my head, a Ron/Luna fic, Harry/Hermy and this totally random one that I dreamed about! The latter will not be published unless for some odd reason I decide to turn it into one with the characters from a movie or book. It would make a rather interesting Hey Arnold fic! Hmmm... I don't know, I'll ask one of my reviewers if I should. And if anyone's taken the time to read this please give me your perspective.

Also, Chardé, I'm working on the next chapter so keep your pants on!