Hey again. It's my birthday! (August the 16th) yay! I am so happy, so I thought I'd put up a chapter and ask you guys that, for a present, if you could please, please, review! I can't wait to write more, the best part is coming, really, really, really soon! So anyways, I'll talk to you all after the chapter! But before I do that, some shout-outs!

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Chapter 8- Dumbledore's Army

George sat there, dumbfounded. Had he heard correctly? That didn't matter very much right now though, Alicia was crying in his arms as he rocked with her back and forth, sitting in the empty Common Room.

"Thank you for not telling anyone." She whispered into his chest.

He put his fingers through her hair and held her close. Then he broke away from her for a moment and picked up Flint, throwing him into the broom closet and grabbing Alicia's clothes off the floor. He handed her the bra and shirt and she shoved them in the robe pocket.

"Don't forget their in there." He said with a slight smile. "Don't want someone reaching into my robe pocket and finding them."

Alicia half-laughed, half-sobbed, and half-hiccupped at the same time which made for a very interesting noise.

"Stop trying to cheer me up." She said, but a smile still coming through on her face.

George swung an arm around her shoulder and walked her out of the hallway and into the long hall where they would soon end up at the portrait. He took a shortcut and they were soon inside Griffindor Common Room.

Alicia turned to George and blushed quickly. She then said in a quiet voice, "Can I sort of give you this cloak tomorrow? I'm sort of… you know…" She broke off looking down at the closed cloak over her body.

George stood there for a moment confused and then he looked at her and nodded. "Oh! Oh, uh, yeah… sure. I just need it for dress code on Monday."

She laughed and nodded at him.

He paused and thought for a moment. He remembered giving her the coat, but he never remembered her being well… partially naked. He never really thought about it until now. He glanced at her and his eyes trailed from her knee high socks that framed her beautiful legs, to her bare skin and then his black cloak that was much to long for her. The sleeves went way past her hands and her hair was flowing down in waves to her shoulders.

"George?"

George snapped out of his trance and looked into her eyes again. "Uh… I was thinking about something."

Alicia smiled. "Oh, okay… well I'm going to go to bed. Thanks." She said with a smile, giving him a quick hug.

George watched her disappear behind the wall and he sighed and began to walk up to his dormitory.

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In the morning, George awoke to a sudden rush of cold and when he opened his eyes and looked around he saw Fred standing with his blankets in his hands, a smirk on his face. He looked down and saw himself on a bare, sheet less bed, with just boxers on.

"Hey, its becoming winter you know!" George complained, trying to wrench the blankets out of Fred's hands and pull them back over him.

"Get out of bed. I'm serious. It's time we star working harder on out stuff." Fred said.

George sat up and thought hard for a second. "We are always working hard on our stuff."

Fred smiled. "Its time to sell our head-less hats."

George smiled remembering their invention. You placed the hat on your head, and your head and the hat disappeared. With all of the stuff- being Alicia and worrying about Quidditch with his brother being Keeper and not playing well in front of crowds and all… he was only good when he thought no one was watching, and what use was that?

George grabbed a handful of headless hats and ran down the stairs with Fred, hoping Hermione wasn't there to tell them off. He then ran back up the stairs because he realized he wasn't wearing anything but boxers.

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During breakfast that day, Fred was sitting and talking with Angelina, and George was talking with Alicia, and Lee and Katie were endlessly flirting.

"Are you doing okay?" George whispered to her when Fred turned to Angelina momentarily.

Alicia smiled at him. "I'm all right, just don't worry about me. Okay?"

He tried to nod.

"So as I was saying," Fred said, turning back to George, "the headless hats are coming along nicely… kids everywhere in the common room wanted them. You think we have about… fifty extra galleons than before?"

George nodded. "But you have to deduct the money we used for supplies…"

"You think too much into that, you know." Fred said.

George smiled. "How did I know you were going to say that?"

"Well at least it's good to know that one of you guys have brains." A voice called out from behind them. Hermione Granger was standing there, hands on hips.

"Oh no…" Fred muttered.

"Look, we weren't doing anything wrong." George protested.

"I wasn't going to talk to you about anything like that. But those headless hats are a good bit of magic… how do you get the disappearing spell to go past the object?" She said, hands still on hips, flinging her messy hair behind her.

Alicia giggled near George's shoulder and Angelina smiled up at Hermione.

"We're still not telling you," Fred began.

George added in, "trade secrets."

Hermione rolled her eyes and sat in between George and Lee. George moved closer to Alicia to give her more room, silently wishing that it didn't have to be the only reason.

"What's up?" Lee asked, apparently confused on why Hermione was choosing to sit in between them.

Hermione leaned forward toward the middle of the table, and beckoned them to come closer. They all leaned in and she said in a very quiet voice, "You all hate Umbridge?"

Fred scoffed. "Don't get us started on that woman!"

A grin spread across Hermione's face. "Well then you all wouldn't mind learning some REAL Defence Against The Dark Arts instead of having to pretend that what Umbridge is teaching us is any use… and she is only making us read so…" She looked around at all their faces, as they began to lean closer, interested. "So uh, meet us in the 'Hogs Head' on the next Hogsmade Weekend. We can start a group of Defence Against The Dark Arts classes ourselves… trained by Harry."

"Who's 'us'?" Asked George.

"Why Harry?" Asked Katie.

"Oh." Hermione smiled. "By us, I mean Harry, Ron and I, and a couple other people who have agreed to hear us out. And um… Why Harry? Because he's really been there. He's really BEEN against he-who-must-not-be-named."

With that, she winked, leaned over and whispered something into George's ear that made him nod, and walked away.

Alicia sighed and looked at everyone. "Well what was that all about?" She looked to George.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I don't know, I guess she has a point though. Umbridge isn't teaching us stuff and well, it's getting a lot more dangerous." George said, taking a huge swig of pumpkin juice.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Well, I think I'll go. I mean, might as well, no harm done." Lee said, picking up some bacon and shoving it into his mouth.

Katie nodded. "Yeah me too."

"I'm in." Said Angelina.

"Who isn't?" Said Fred.

"Yeah, of course." Alicia said.

George smiled. "I'll be there."

"Well, what did she whisper to you?" Alicia asked as everyone continues eating and talking among one-another.

"Oh uh… nothing important. Just scolding me about the headless hats." He lied.

"Oh…" Alicia nodded.

Fred turned to George and George said, "SHE, as in Umbridge, SAID THAT IT MIGHT BE GOOD FOR us to read to learn, THE evil little... She needs to get her priorities in ORDER." He stressed on some of the words and everyone stared at him, a bit confused.

Fred nodded after sitting there and thinking about what he was trying to say. 'She said that it might be good for the order'… then he said, "I agree." In a serious tone, staring straight at George.

Both twins winked at each other and the others sighed.

"I have a feeling they know something we don't…" Angelina began, raising her coffee to her lips.

"They know A LOT, we don't… and I'd rather not know most of it." Alicia said, grinning at Fred.

They all laughed.

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Hogsmade weekend came quicker than George expected. It snuck up on him so fast that in the early hours of the morning, he awoke to find that it was already Hogsmade day. He liked going there for the joke shop, and he liked going there because he got to hang out with everyone without the worry of teachers… unless you consider occasionally seeing them in the 'three broomsticks' or talking to someone they knew. But they weren't a problem, you just slink by them and they never knew you were there.

George climbed out of bed and looked in the mirror. He was still in his boxers, so he flexed in front of the mirror and checked out his stomach. He smiled thinking that it was the best he was going to do. He looked a bit more built than Fred, because he practiced Quidditch a tiny bit more than he did, but they were pretty much the same build.

He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and frowned. How was he supposed to win Alicia over, looking like this? At that moment, it became painfully clear, that he was in love with Alicia Spinnet. Not just some tiny love, but big love that he wanted her so badly he'd do just about anything… but his best wasn't good enough.

'I'm not the best looking bloke she's ever seen', he thought to himself. 'I'm not adorably cute, I'm not smart, I'm just well… I don't even think I'm as good as Fred. I'm like, the leftover half.'

He shrugged off his thoughts that seemed to dampen his spirits quickly. He didn't want to go to Hogsmade right now. He didn't want to face Alicia, because now it was clear to him that he was in love with her and that he couldn't do anything about it, or anything to win her heart. She'd consider him a freak if he even said something about them having a proper relationship. He knew what she would be thinking: reckless, un-romantic, Weasley.

He put on a plain black sweater and old blue jeans. Then he threw on his shoes which all of the sudden, while he looked down at them as he tied the laces, seemed -for the first time in his life- not good enough. He was used to being poor and having to wear and use old things that were either hand-me-downs, given away, or his from before he could remember… but now as he looked at the shoes that used to be a white and were now a grey and rusted-brown colour, the sides peeling and the laces repaired with old knots of string tying them together, they seemed not good enough for Alicia.

'You could never give her what she needed.' A voice in his head whispered. 'That would require money.'

George licked his dry lips and looked at his jeans, the sides torn and sewn together, the knees missing large spaces with another, darker type of blue (which was trying to fake itself to being what was there before) was sewn in patches overtop.

He sighed and walked out of the room, trying not to wake Lee, Fred, a guy named Dan and his friend Josh, up from their sleep. When he got downstairs, he looked into the remains of the fire and sat down on the couch, just staring.

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Fred got up warily, looking over into the beds of his friends and tiptoeing out of the room after he threw on a blue shirt and jeans. He walked slowly down the stairs as to not wake anyone up, and when he reached the bottom, stood there silently, waiting for Angelina to show up. He bit his lip, checking his watch every so often, until he saw Angelina come over, her hair in tiny braids and a smile on her face.

She leaned in and kissed him softly, savouring the taste of his lips on hers, opening her mouth slowly allowing him to gain access with his tongue. She slowly broke apart, but still kept extremely close to him, and kissed the sides of him mouth, staring deeply into his eyes.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her over to the nearest couch, lowering himself slowly on to her and kissing her lips playfully as she giggled. Then he began to deepen them and lengthen them, until he began playfully biting at her bottom lip and pushing his tongue into her mouth, moving his body against hers slowly.

"What – the – hell."

Fred could tell his twins voice from a mile away, and from the tone, it was more of a surprised, impressed, angry… well, pretty much a mix of emotions all at once. Fred stopped kissing Angelina and slowly broke away from her lips, opening his eyes in more of a frightened, accused look, and turning his head slowly to bide time for himself. This was it. He got off of Angelina and stood up in front of his brother, trying to force a grin onto his face.

"Well…?" George began. "Answer my question. What the hell?"

Fred rubbed his eye with one hand and then dropped it to his side, staring at his brother. "Well, me and Angelina here… well… we uh, seem to be what um… some people would call, well rather a lot of people would call, and I'm not saying as in a bad way-"

George cut him off. "You seem to be not saying at all…" He implied.

"Yes, well, you see… we're a uh… a couple. Err, but it's a good thing, really!" Fred said all very quickly.

"I see." George said with a stern expression on his face, as he stroked his chin. "WELL OF COURSE IT'S A GOOD THING, YOU DIM-WITTED GIT!" George exclaimed, his expression softening. He smiled and gave Fred a good pat on the back. "Way to go, mate! You are, the master." He said, winking at Angelina.

Angelina laughed and looked over at Fred with a sort of embarrassed grin.

"W-what? Y-y-your err… okay with uh, this?" He stuttered.

"N-n-not I-I-if y-y-you t-t-talk t-to h-h-her l-l-l-l-like th-th-this!" He joked with a grin across his face.

Fred punched him lightly and then he wrapped his arms around Angelina's waist. "Well then, I'm glad. Just don't tell Katie, Alicia, or Lee. We want to tell 'em on our own time."

George nodded. He had no means of telling any of them, especially Alicia, cause it would just show her that he wasn't as good as Fred. Right now, the thought was bothering him so much, it was eating at the back of his brain, edging him on to do something really stupid.

"Oh well…" He muttered to himself as he saw Fred and Angelina leave the portrait hole together.

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Soon, Alicia found herself handing in her forms to an angry Filch, and a peering Umbridge. She was standing in between Katie and Angelina, who were all quite bored with the regular check.

"I just want to go." Katie whined, fixing her hair.

Angelina only nodded, looking as though she was hard in thinking about something.

Alicia waited for Filch to say it was okay to go, and then they all made their way down to Hogsmade. She realized she hadn't spoken to George or seen him, all morning.

"Where are George, Lee and Fred?" Alicia asked, trying to sound as though she didn't care… but really, she didn't. Why would she? She didn't care, right?

"They are going to meet us later after they visit the joke-shops. Then we will all get together and go to that meeting that Hermione kid told us about." Angelina said happily.

"Oh… yeah." Said Alicia.

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After a while, Fred, George and Lee, all decided to meet up with the girls. They shoved their bags full of jokes and sweets, into their pockets, and walked up to 'The Three Broomsticks'. After about five minutes, the girls came into view, talking and laughing with each other.

"Hey." They all said together.

Fred winked at Angelina, Lee moved a bit closer to Katie, and George and Alicia exchanged glances. Then, they all walked off toward the rough part of Hogsmade, to go into the 'Hogs Head'.

When they arrived there, Fred, George and Lee all exchanged excited glances. The place looked awesome. The door could have been in better shape, with its peeling paint, and you couldn't see through the windows, but the sign that hung from the door said 'The Hogs Head' in black peeling letters, and the picture was a severed hog head, laying on a white cloth, bleeding over it and drenching it in red.

Angelina, Katie and Alicia, all looked at it with disgust. It didn't look like the cleanest place that they had ever seen.

Soon, a lot of students began to pile up with them, all glancing at the place with curious but foreboding looks on their faces. They all began to enter, and as soon as Fred, Lee, and George, got a good look around, they felt s though they were about to hurl.

The ground they were on was practically dirt, the chairs were broken and then fixed very roughly, the cups along the shelves were dirty and a man behind the counter seemed to be trying to clean them with a rag, and only making them worse.

Not only was the place odd, but the people inside, covered from head to toe so that you couldn't see their faces, were all very odd as well. They all had something eerie about them, and you couldn't tell if they were looking at you or not.

"We'll have… 27 Butterbeers!" George said to the man.

He grunted and threw down the rag, going over and grabbing cups.

"Cough up, people!" Fred said happily. "We don't have enough money for you!"

After Fred had collected the money, and George and Lee distributed the Butterbeer, they all sat down and silently stared at Harry.

A huge discussion of questions arose, all of which Hermione and Harry tired to answer. When a couple people asked questions that seemed to be very personal, George and Fred would but in and give answers that didn't exactly make the person feel comfortable.

After a while, Hermione took out a sheet of paper and they all signed their names, as to say they were there and agree that they want to take part in the group. Soon, people began to clear our, and so did Fred, George, Alicia, Lee, Angelina, and Katie.

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It didn't take long for their first lesson to come up, and they all found themselves heading down o where Hermione told them was a room that only appeared when you need it (which Fred and George remembered because it once was a broom closet when they needed to hide from Filch).

When they walked in, it was a neat little room filled with pillows and Defence Against The Dark Arts books. They all sat down and looked up at Harry who was supposed to be the one making a speech.

Hermione began speaking; telling them about why they were here, and then the attention went to Harry as he started to speak as well. Everyone was quite quiet, listening to Harry tell them about how he managed to get past Voldemort with some simple spells, until Hermione stuck up her hand.

Without waiting for Harry to choose her, she said, "I think we should vote on a leader."

"Harry's the leader!" Fred and George snapped at Hermione.

Hermione blinked a couple times from having two twins turn and snap at her at the same time, but then she turned to Harry and said, "I think we should vote. All in favour of Harry being the leader?"

Every hand rose.

"Good."

Harry nodded and began speaking again, when Hermione shot her hand in the air and interrupted again.

"I think we should have a name." Hermione said.

There was a low buzz of whispers in agreement, and then George said, "How about, The Ministry Are Morons Group?"

There were a few laughs and then Alicia said, "What about the Defence Association? The DA for short…"

"DA's good." Piped up Ginny, "bit it should stand for Dumbledore's Army."

"Isn't that the ministry's worst fear?" Angelina asked as she leaned against Fred's shoulder.

"Yep!" Ginny said happily.

There was a lot of excited discussion and laughs and then Hermione said, "All in favour of Dumbledore's Army?"

Every hand shot into the air.

"Motion passed!" She said as she scribbled down the name onto the list of people's names and pinned it up on the wall so that the words: DUMBLEDORE'S ARMY were in clear view.

Soon, Harry got them working on simple spells that many people surprisingly, couldn't do very well. Fred and George worked together, Alicia and Angelina was a pair, and Lee and Katie were also a group.

After a while of practicing, Fred and George went behind a kid named Zechariahs Smith and began knocking his wand out of his hand, every time he opened his mouth. Harry stared, apparently confused and then caught sight of Fred and George.

"Sorry, Harry…" George muttered through laughs. "But it was too damn easy!"

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That chapter was a bit of explaining, the next one will be good. I did my research and most of that stuff happened in the book, with me switching things around, so you know! I have a bit more to add until the best part comes up, yay! Well anyways, read and review, I love to hear from you!

-Kit