Hey guys! I'm back and I hope you like this chapter… um its going to be really good I think. A lot of detail about characters in this chapter. Well, I better get started!

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Disclaimer- Me? Own Harry Potter? You have got to be kidding.

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Chapter 5- Locations

Alicia woke up in the hospital wing, her head rested on the beds side, arm lightly grazing over George's chest. She looked around. An odd looking clock told her that it was three in the morning… well at least, that's what it appeared to be.

She looked down at George and he shifted in his sleep, groaning in pain. Madame Pomfrey came over and glared at Alicia, but said nothing. She then opened George's mouth slightly, and poured a purple-red liquid down his throat.

George groaned in agony as he felt his insides burn and every breath he took was like shoving a knife into his chest. He yelled out, wanting it to stop, trying to open his eyes.

Alicia looked down at George, frightened. He was screaming, trying to wake up. He began to shift, yelling with pain.

"What did you do to him?" Alicia shrieked, looking at Madame Pomfrey.

She turned to glare at Alicia. "It's helping him. Now don't judge the way I treat my patients! If you so much as excite him while you're here, you're out the door!" She snapped, turning and walking over to the far side of the room.

Alicia narrowed her eyes at her, but quickly forgot how much she hated the woman when George let out an extremely agonizing yell, and sat up, clutching his sides, his eyes wide open.

"George!" Alicia exclaimed.

George had a pained look upon his face, his eyes watered and scared, his mouth open while he struggled for breath, and he groaned weakly and fell back into the bed.

"Oh my god… are you all right?" Alicia said quickly.

George closed his eyes in pain and breathed heavily for a moment, and then opened his eyes and looked over at Alicia.

"Oh… hey." He said smiling up at her.

She smiled back down at him.

"I thought I'd stay here and see how you were." She said. "You always do that for me… how are you feeling?"

George shrugged and answered, "Not the best… I didn't know you were there. I feel really stupid…"

Alicia took his hand in hers and held it tightly. "No, don't…"

He grinned shyly. "Enough about me, did Griffindor win?"

Alicia laughed. "Yeah… we did."

"Uh, how are you feeling? Is your cut feeling better?" He asked.

Alicia put a hand to her cheek and stared at him bewildered. "It's just a cut… what you have is far worse! Now stop worrying about me." She scolded.

He chuckled and put a hand over hers on her cheek and his fingers lightly touched the sides of her face as he slowly brushed her hand down her cheek and neck and then brought it closer to him, lightly squeezing it.

Madame Pomfrey came back to the bed and glared, yet again, at Alicia.

"Is this girl bothering you, Mr Weasley?" She snapped at him.

He looked over to her. "No, Madame Pomfrey. Thanks."

She pursed her lips. "Well, it seems like she is."

"She isn't." He said firmly.

The doors of the hospital wing swung open, and Umbridge came in, looking smug. She walked up to Madame Pomfrey and smiled, showing her yellowed teeth.

George quickly released Alicia's hand.

"Hem, hem… Hello… POPPY." She mocked.

Madame Pomfrey let out a small grunt of acknowledgement.

"Surprise visit. Now get back to work, I'll stand over there and watch. Don't mind me…" She said.

Madame Pomfrey gave George a cup of medication and told him to drink it fast.

George lifted the cup to his lips and took it all in one gulp. He realized the moment it touched his tongue, why he was to drink it fast. It burned his whole mouth and his throat as it ran down to his stomach.

"Burns, doesn't it?" Pomfrey asked.

He nodded.

"Drink this." She said, giving him another glass.

He took the whole thing in one gulp, yet again, afraid of what this might do to him. He felt it swirl around in his mouth, cooling and healing the burns down his throat and around his tongue. He let out a sigh, and cold mist came out of his mouth, as if it was a cold day.

Alicia bit her tongue. 'I wonder what it would feel like to kiss him right now… probably be really refreshing…' She thought. 'Oh my god, Alicia, what are you thinking? You have to stop doing this… you can't be with George… you weren't meant for him…'

"What are you thinking about?" George asked, mist still lingering around his lips as he spoke.

"Oh! Uh, nothing… just, nothing…" She said, giving him a questionable smile.

He smiled back. "All right."

Madame Pomfrey came up, yet again. "Drink this one last thing, now." She said.

He took it and gulped it down. It tasted disgusting, but all of the sudden the room started to blur. He felt extremely sleepy, so he closed his eyes. The last thing he heard, was Umbridge coughing ('Hem, hem') and Alicia whispering, "Get better for me, George."

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Fred jumped out of bed at the sound of an owl, tapping on glass outside his bedroom window. He opened the window and a barn owl swooped in. He followed it back to his four-poster, where he sat down and untied the note, patting the owl lightly and giving it a small piece of cracker.

He opened the letter and read the following:

Mr & Mr Weasley brothers,

I am here to announce that a couple shops have opened and are free for your use. With your payments, it should cover the following old shops areas:

-Wand Fix and Co.

-Paralysing Particular Potions

-Plants and Water from Johnson and Red

-Dream Caster, by Lola

Those are your options, and if you could send your decision in less than a week's time, it would be highly appreciated. My owl waits for return messages, so just tie an empty piece of parchment to her, and send her on her way. Thank you.

-Crawl Norr, Locations investigator.

Fred looked down at the parchment, bewildered.

"Finally, an answer… Dream Caster is on the list? Weren't they the shop that was on that nice corner? That'd be a good location, don't you think, George?" Fred asked, turning to an empty four-poster bed. "Oh yeah…"

"Whom are you talking to?" Asked Lee Jordan, coming into the room and going over to his own bed and sitting there, chewing on a piece of bacon from breakfast.

"I uh, thought George was still here." Said Fred.

"Oh, yah. He's still in the Hospital wing." Said Lee.

Fred nodded and went downstairs, leaving Lee and his bacon to themselves. He smirked at the thought of their joke shop. It was coming along nicely, even though he and George were the only ones who knew about it and thought that it could possibly work.

When he walked into the Common room, Angelina was playing exploding snap with Katie, and Alicia just walked in through the portrait hole. He walked over to Angelina and sat down beside her, watching her play with Katie.

"Hey." He said.

Angelina looked over at him, with a hint of embarrassment on her cheeks and happiness in her eyes, and then replied casually, "Hey Weasley."

She looked back to Katie and smiled at her, continuing her move. Fred watched her lick her lips, biting down softly on the bottom one while she concentrated… she hated losing. Her lips were so full, Fred thought about kissing them. He looked at her neck and his mind wandered to think about her smooth skin, imagining how tender it was when he placed his lips along her neck.

"Damn hormones…" He mouthed to himself. No one heard or was looking, thankfully.

Angelina let out a giddy yell and threw her hands into the air. "I WIN!"

Katie smiled. "Nice game." She said sweetly. "Oh yah, Fred! Where is Lee? I wanted to uh… talk to him about something."

"He's having some alone time with his bacon." He answered, laughing.

"Well, I'll see you two around then." Said Katie, raising from her seat and yelling up the staircase for Lee to come downstairs.

He obeyed.

"Hey Katie." He said, holding out his arm like a gentleman while Katie linked her arm with his.

"Get a room, you two." Fred said, grinning at them.

Lee's face flushed as well as Katie's. She looked up at Lee, with hope in her eyes and he only seemed to shrink in height as he bent his knees, trying to ignore the comment.

"Well, its lunchtime. See you guys!" Lee said, walking quickly out of the room as he dragged Katie along with him.

Fred looked around. It was in-fact lunchtime, and no one appeared to be in the common room. Alicia had seemed to gone up to her dormitories for a good sleep, being with George all night.

Angelina shot Fred a quick glance. He couldn't really read it, it looked a bit devilish, shy and hungry.

She stood up, as did Fred.

Without warning, she pushed Fred onto the couch and climbed on top of him quickly. She ripped at his shirt and trailed kisses down his chest, to his belly button.

"Whoa! Angel, calm down…" Fred said with a smile playing on his lips.

Angelina put her hands on his chest and looked up at him, breathing slightly heavily and her mouth lay limply open slightly. Her eyes were filled with tears and she kissed his lips with a sense of urgency.

Then she lay on top of Fred quite silently, her head rested on his bare chest.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Fred…" She sighed.

Fred played with her hair and moved it through his fingers. He couldn't think of anything to say. She got up, and again, left him wanting her taste.

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Alicia lay awake in bed, trying to get to sleep. She couldn't. It wasn't possible. All she could do was keep tossing and turning on her bed, throwing the covers over her eyes and then tossing them off again. What was she doing? Thinking about George like that! It was so stupid… she didn't like him that way; she would refuse to.

And yet, she couldn't fall asleep. Her mind swam with thoughts of him. She was worried… he was hurt! She had to help him, but she couldn't think of anything she could do.

Her eyes started to drop as her body began to become less tense. She looked up to the ceiling and tried to keep her eyes open. She didn't want to sleep when George was in pain. She didn't want to have a deep, dreamless slumber, escaping the world while he yelled in pain.

All she could remember hearing from him, was his screams. His painful, agonizing yells. He didn't know she was there; he was practically completely out of it. But knowing that he had no clue she was there at that moment, made her wonder. If he knew she was there, would he have stifled his yells until she had left?

And then she remembered his hand, resting gently over hers as he looked at her with concern, over a miniscule cut. And then there he was, in agonizing pain, and all he could worry about was a small cut on her cheek she had gotten a few days before? He needed to get his priorities in order… and why was he so worried over her? It was only a cut! It was nothing! But still, he pressed on to see if she was okay. It annoyed her slightly, and she didn't know why.

But then, there was another thing to think about that should probably have been worrying her. What the hell happened out there? George Weasley wasn't the type of guy who could be easily tossed off his broom, especially when nothing had hit him or anything. Although, his arm was in bad condition before that… but still, it was George! He just wasn't likely to be tossed off a broom.

Furthermore, was the thing that caused him to fall off, really after him? But then again, there would probably be quite a few people who had enough of his and Fred's silly little pranks… but not enough anger to endanger them!

Alicia felt like turning over again, to keep herself from sleeping. She was fighting a mental argument on whether she should or not, when her eyes closed and didn't open again. She was asleep, and even in her dreams, she felt guilty of it.

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George awoke to no Alicia, and a dropping feeling was in his gut. He still felt relatively awful, but he wanted to be out of the hospital wing.

"No sense keeping him in here, Poppy. Ribs take an awful long time to heal, and Mrs Weasley wouldn't want him missing too many classes."

Dumbledore was speaking to Madame Pomfrey over in the corner, and she pursed her lips looking extremely agitated.

"My patient is not healed, Dumbledore!"

George let their voices trail off. He wanted to go. His arm was healed, and even though every breath stung like being stabbed in his chest, he didn't want to have to stay here and think about it all the time. He wanted to talk with Alicia…

He thought about her too much. He thought about her all the time. Why? He didn't really know, himself.

"Your free to go, Mr Weasley." Spat Pomfrey, looking very angry with Dumbledore.

George smiled and made to jump up, but when he stood, the pain seared through his body, ten times worse than before. He winced but gave Madame Pomfrey a smile and walked out of the room.

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Angelina was very stressed. Fred could only think of that as an answer. She left to go see Katie, and Fred sat there, thinking about her. She was Quidditch Captain… that had to be a strain, she wanted high marks and struggled to get them… more of a strain, and she seemed to be having a hard time at home, along with the fact that she wanted to keep their relationship under wraps for now. There was a strange fear she had, that them being together, would bring their friends down, and she cared more for them than she did for herself.

Fred looked up as he saw George walk into the room.

"BRO!" He yelled, jumping up and giving his brother a good whack on the back.

"OW… uh, oh hey." George winced.

Fred smiled at him. "Sorry."

"Not a problem." He said back.

"You know 'Dream Caster, by Lola'?" Said Fred.

"Yeah. That nice little shop on the corner there, with the hills behind it?" Said George.

"They own those hills, don't they?" Said Fred.

"Yeah, for testing purposes or something… it's a real nice little shop though. Sort of pointless… Dream Casting. If you ask me anyways." Replied George.

"We can own it. All you have to do, is say the word, mate!" Fred answered excitedly.

"WHAT? You're serious? No way!" George yelled out.

"You know it." Fred answered.

George punched the air with triumph, but immediately regretted doing so, because his ribs seared with pain once again.

Fred smiled. "So…?"

"So what the hell are you doing standing here for?" George asked. "Get sending that letter!"

"It's a yes?"

"Don't ask stupid questions, you know it is."

"I know… just,"

"Making sure, I know."

"All right then, I'm on my way. I'll send it by-"

"Screech owl."

Fred left quickly out the portrait hole, and George fell onto the couch, taking a drink of some potion that Madame Pomfrey gave him. Immediately he started to feel the pain trickle away, knowing it would be back in an hour or so, or if enough weight was put on it.

He looked over and saw a second year put his robes down. He recognized the kid as Dennis Creevey. He quickly walked over, nice and quiet behind the kid, and shoved some dung bombs into the top pocket, walking away.

Dennis excitedly picked his robes back up, threw them on, and ran out the portrait hole, while George laughed.

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Hello again! I'm happy to say that we will be fast forwarding a bit of time… but only a bit, so that we get to the main points of action, really soon! It'll be great, so I can't wait to get there, because as soon as we get to that, the REAL story begins! YAY! (Oh yeah, and I know, George still needs to have a bit of fun!)

Oh and a fun fact: Harry Potter is coming out November 18th 2005 (the movie that is) and I'm not POSITIVE, but a website said so!

-Kit