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Chapter 12- Confessions and Broomsticks
The day was chilly, hardly any sun at all as it hid behind the clouds. George was sick of being inside the castle, for the past couple days all it had been doing was raining. He was sick of rain, sick of the stuffy castle, and sick of not being able to tell Alicia he loved her. It seemed that everyone else was getting what he wanted most: someone to love. It seemed stupid to admit it to him, the twin of troublemaking, wanting Alicia Spinnet as his own… But he couldn't stop wanting it.
What was love? Some people said that there was no such thing; it was just a hope. People said that no one knew the true meaning and never would. George couldn't believe all that. When he looked into Alicia's eyes, he saw something that he couldn't see anywhere else. He felt something that he never knew he could feel. He was sure, it was love.
He was walking along the hallways thinking to himself, when Fred came up to him and gave him a good hard whack on the back.
"Hello, dear brother." He said smiling.
"Oh… hey." George answered.
Just then, another redhead came up to greet them.
"Hello Ginny." Fred said looking round at his sister.
Ginny smiled weakly. Then she looked to George and said, "Harry reckons he needs to talk to Sirius. You and Fred need to make up a plan to help him." George looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "Please, George! He can't get by without you and Fred. Fred, your good at making plans… George, you are the only one who can make them happen. You're a great team, you two." She finished.
"I don't know Ginny… aren't all the fireplaces being monitored?" George asked.
Fred leaned in. "Yeah, how else would he be able to contact Sirius?"
Ginny smiled. "He's still going to contact him through a fireplace… just not any ordinary one. The only fireplace not being monitored is," Ginny lowered her voice and leaned in so that the twins had to lean in even further, barely breathing, to hear her. "The one in Umbridge's office." She straightened up and smiled, raising her eyebrows at the two and walking away as if they never had a conversation.
Fred turned to George. "What the hell was that about?" He asked.
"Clearly… we are going to have to brainstorm…" George answered.
"You know what this means…" Fred said staring at George.
George didn't answer.
"So long full time education… we will make our departure when we help out Harry." Fred said seriously.
"Well we better talk to the bloke before we go and plan anything." Said George, and they headed off to the Common Room.
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"Harry." Fred said.
Harry was sitting at the small table in the common room with Hermione and Ron, pamphlets on jobs, littered all over the top. Harry whipped around.
"Oh, hey!" He said happily.
George grabbed the pamphlet out of Harry's hands, while Fred sat down on a chair and put his feet up on the table, dropping many pamphlets onto the floor.
"Hmm… 'HOW TO BE A GREAT TROLL HEARDER.' Well, you know what Harry? I don't think that job is right for you." George said.
"Lets get down to business." Fred said as he looked at the look of anger on Hermione's face. "Ginny said that you want to talk to Sirius."
"HARRY! Is this true?" Hermione screeched, leaning forward.
Harry shrugged. "Well, yeah I thought I need to talk to him-"
"NO! Harry, you can't! Umbridge is guarding all the mail like some sort of dungeon troll! You CAN'T Harry!" Hermione squealed.
George sat down as well, staring at Hermione. "Look, he isn't going to be using mail… he isn't that dumb, are you Harry?" He didn't let Harry answer. "We can get Harry into Umbridge's office. That's the only fire not being guarded."
"Don't yell just yet Hermione." Fred said quickly, looking at Hermione's face. "We found a way around all of that extra stuff we know you'd be worrying about."
"A diversion." George answered, smiling. "Look, we have been letting the students have time for revision and holidays, but now it's back to the usual."
"ARE YOU CRAZY, HARRY?" Hermione said in a stern, hushed voice.
"I think it's a good idea…" Harry said slowly.
Ron was now looking at all of them, no longer pretending to be reading his pamphlet.
"RON! DO SOMETHING!" Hermione said wildly, swinging her head around to stare at Ron.
He jumped and then answered very, very quietly. "Well, if its what Harry wants to do…"
Hermione sighed angrily.
"Good work my dear brother, spoken like a true Weasley." Fred said happily. "We will do it after lessons so that everyone is in the corridors to see… lets say tomorrow? Uh… yeah, and we can guarantee you at least fifteen or twenty minutes?" Fred said staring over at George.
George crossed his arms. "Defiantly. We can give you that easy… just don't be much longer than that."
Harry smiled. "Thanks… thanks a lot."
Hermione sighed again, staring at the twins. "Oh I don't know what to do with you two…"
"Good thing." George said standing. "You're not our mother."
Ron laughed but stopped immediately when Hermione looked over at him. The twins set off.
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George sat down after dinner in the Common Room, propping his legs up on a table and looking into the fire.
"Hey." Alicia said, coming up behind him.
He jumped and put his legs down. "Um… hi. Want to go for a walk?"
Alicia nodded. "All right… I can't find Angelina anyways."
George nodded and stood up. They walked outside and he looked around at the darkening sky. The ground was slushy and muddy, and the air was slightly chilly. Alicia's hair flew in her face, getting caught on her lips as she pushed it to the side.
"Nice night…" George said.
Alicia laughed. "If you say so…" She said, wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing her arms.
George laughed. "The sky is clear at least."
Alicia looked over to him, staring into his deep eyes. "Yeah." She whispered.
They walked onto the Quidditch pitch and walked up to the stands, sitting on the benches. They sat there in silence for a while, looking out to the vast pitch and thinking to themselves.
'Can't you admit to yourself your feelings?' Alicia thought. 'But what are they?' She asked herself. 'Do you like George Weasley? Do you LOVE George Weasley? I've never felt this way about anyone… but its only because he is a really close friend…'
George sighed. 'This could be the last time you see Alicia. You need to tell her how you feel.' He thought.
"What do you plan to do after Hogwarts?" George asked.
Alicia looked over to him and bit her lip. "Well I'm not exactly sure… it is last year though… I guess I should know."
George smiled.
"What about you?" Alicia asked.
"I'll work in the joke shop. Maybe do a bit more business on the side, but the joke shop is the main thing right now." George said.
Alicia laughed. "You and Fred will make a good team."
George smiled. "Yeah…" He said. He felt the wind whip across his face. He looked over to Alicia, who was surprisingly, still looking at him. She blushed and looked down at her lap.
"You know…" George lifted his hand and put her stray hair behind her ears and lifted her chin up so he could look in her eyes. "You're really beautiful. You're really special to me." He whispered.
He leaned closer to her. He could feel her hot breath against his face. He could see her eyes staring into his own. He could feel her skin underneath his fingertips… so delicate, so warm and so soft.
She could see his endless eyes that bore into her, making her feel like she had lost all sense of things. He made her stomach leap. He made her heart flutter and fly up, landing somewhere in her throat. His worn hands were soft against her skin… His lips so close to hers.
George couldn't bear being this close to her and not being able to hold her in his arms. He wanted to tell her… he needed to. He needed to kiss her. He leaned in closer, his lips almost touching hers. She closed her eyes…
'Alicia, kiss him already! But no… it's not right, is it? You can't kiss him. You can't… he's George Weasley! What would people think? What would it be like? You can't fall in love with George Weasley, he wasn't made for you.' She thought to herself, her eyes closed.
She turned her head.
"I can't." She said softly.
George leaned back, staring at her. "You don't get it… Alicia, I love you." He whispered, putting his hand on her arm.
She stood up.
"Alicia," he said standing up as well, "please… give me a chance… I love you. I love everything about you. I love the way you talk to me, I love the way you look at me, and I love the way you walk, blink, blush, eat, and concentrate… I love it when you bite your lip when you read. I love how you laugh just to be polite, and then have a full laugh when you really think something is funny. I love everything. Please…" He said softly, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"You don't want to be with me, George... and I can't be with you." Alicia said, still facing the opposite direction.
"What does your heart tell you?" he asked.
She shrugged her shoulder, and his arm fell from it and he rested it at his side. "My mind tells me that I can't be with you." She said, turning to stare into his eyes. "My heart is telling me… I'm sorry."
George couldn't explain what he was feeling. His heart, which was for a moment up in his throat, threatening to eat his Adams apple so that it could take its place, now felt like it was at the bottom of his stomach, pushing on it and making him want to throw up.
"Oh." He said. He looked up and stared her in the eyes, not sure what his eyes were telling her. "I uh… I have to go."
He quickly jumped over the fenced side and landed on his feet in the slush.
"George…" Alicia said slowly.
He didn't turn back to look at her. He just kept walking, his hands shoved deep into his pockets thinking that he wouldn't be there the next day. At least he knew what she felt about him. His heart didn't want to jump back up in its regular place.
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George sat on his bed. He didn't know what to think. For a second, he thought he was the luckiest guy in the entire Wizarding world. Then, it was all taken away from him. He loved Alicia so much, but with just a couple words, she broke his heart. He didn't know what to do or think.
"Hey." Fred said, coming in and sitting on the edge of George's bed by his brother. "I figured out our plan. Now you make it happen." He handed George a drawing.
"Okay…" George said as he looked down at it. At least he would be out of Hogwarts then, and never have to think of Alicia again. Thinking about her was too painful… he couldn't bear the thought of him never being able to be with her. He made a fool out of himself as well, telling her he loved her.
"Well?" Fred asked.
"What's this?" George asked pointing to a part of the paper.
"Well that my good brother, is the mess we will leave behind." Fred said.
George peered at it again. "Well uh… what is it exactly?"
"I don't know." Said Fred seriously, looking at it upside down.
George sighed. "You haven't decided?"
"Thought I'd leave it to you… where were you while I was making this anyways?" Fred asked.
George sighed. "No where. Nothing… forget it." He didn't want to say anything and take away the excitement Fred had. "Well it could be that swamp stuff I've been working on."
"Okay! Works for me!" Said Fred.
"And this bit?" Asked George, flipping the page.
"That's our escape." Said Fred.
George laughed. "You mean to tell me that we're just going to WALK out of the school?" He asked.
"Yeah?" Fred questioned.
"Well why not fly? Then they can't chase after us and catch us." George implied.
"Where do we get our brooms? You're forgetting we don't have them." Fred said.
George put his face in his hands. "How're we gonna get them?"
Fred looked around. "I'm not exactly sure." He pulled out his wand. "Accio canary creams!"
George looked up at Fred as he comfortably munched on a Canary Cream.
"You brilliant, brilliant man." George said, staring at Fred.
"I don't get it." Fred said instantly.
"Listen to me for a second: Accio." George said.
Fred stared. "Accio what?"
"Broomsticks." George answered.
"Now we're back to the broomsticks! Stop changing topic. Accio, what?" Fred asked, throwing his hands up.
"THINK, for a second." George answered.
"Accio…? Huh? Broomsticks… oh! OH! ACCIO BROOMSTI-…" Fred yelled but George stopped him by throwing a hand over his mouth.
"Not while your holding your wand! You'll call them over and we don't need them yet!" George hissed.
"Oh! Oh… right…" Fred said, looking down at his drawings. "Okay, so swamp and no walking, just broomsticks?"
George nodded.
Fred smiled. "All right then! Better rest up for tomorrow! What a big day it is!" He striped of his clothing, except boxers, and jumped into his bed.
George pulled the curtains around his four-poster. It would be the last time he slept in it… last time he slept at Hogwarts. That was the last time he would have talked to Alicia… his mind kept trailing back to her smile. He couldn't stop loving her, but loving her was too painful. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
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"Ready?" Fred asked, leaning over the dinner table to George.
"Yeah I guess." George said.
In about forty minutes, they would be flying out the door of Hogwarts. His stomach felt heavy again. He looked over to the Great Hall's doorway and saw Alicia and Katie walking in, followed by Angelina who was apparently looking in her Quidditch planner.
Lee stood up from beside George to go meet Katie, but George ducked under the table. He had been able to avoid her all day; he wouldn't let her see him now. Fred looked under the table at George.
"What the-…" He began.
"Look, I'll explain later. I'm not here, okay?" He said, clearing things up.
Fred looked puzzled. "But…"
"OKAY?" George said in a loud whisper.
"All right, all right." Fred said, sticking his head back up from under the table.
George saw Alicia's legs move to sit under the table. She had sat down, and so had Angelina. George stared at Alicia's smooth legs as she absentmindedly tapped her foot. Angelina also had started absentmindedly swinging her legs, so George had to crawl forward to avoid being hit.
"Does anyone know where George went? I haven't been able to see him all day…" Alicia said.
"Come to think of it, neither have I!" Katie answered.
Fred laughed. "Oh well he's just under-…"
WHACK.
George punched Fred in between the legs.
"AH! OW!" Fred yelped. "Uh I don't know where he is… he's under the weather, he is." Fred said, covering it up.
"What's wrong?" Angelina said, looking at the pained look on Fred's face.
"Tooth ache." Fred answered, sucking in breath.
George bit his lip so he wouldn't laugh, and began crawling forward on his hands and knees, underneath the table. He passed first years and second years, fat legs and skinny legs, until he was almost at the end.
A small girl kicked his ribs.
"Ow!" George said quietly.
"Huh?" the girl mumbled.
George punched the guy across the table from her.
"OW!" The kid screamed.
"Oh… did I kick you?" The girl asked.
"Yeah…" the kid answered.
"Sorry." She said.
"All right."
George smiled and began to crawl again until he reached the end of the table and crawled out, standing up and dusting off his pants.
"Hey! Where did you come from?" A small second year asked.
George turned to face the kid. "Have you ever heard of magic? That's why we're all here… isn't it?"
The small boy nodded.
"Okay then. No more questions. Oh, and you know that chicken? It isn't chicken." He said, walking out of the great hall while the kid sat there looking scared. George laughed to himself… he was good at joking around.
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Fred and George ran into the middle of the hall together.
"Where'd you go during dinner?" Fred asked.
No one was finished dinner yet. They had time to set up their swamp.
"I uh… I'll still explain later. Lets get this swamp set up!" He said.
Fred nodded and beamed at him. The two ran around, taking out the sacks of magic and sprinkling it where they wanted the swamp to appear. George wiped his hands together, dusting off the remaining magic, and the two stood in the middle of the swamp mess, looking around.
What they were waiting for had soon arrived. Piles and piles of students began to make their way out of the great hall, halting to find a large swamp, with two students in the middle.
"WHAT'S THE HOLD UP?" Umbridge said in a loud, yet still girly and squeaky voice. She then laid eyes on Fred and George and they turned into slits as she looked from one to the other. "You two…" She whispered.
"Us two." Answered George.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SCHOOL?" Umbridge screamed.
Fred laughed. "Your school?" He asked.
George nodded. "Umbridge, lady. This isn't your school. This school belongs to the headmaster… Albus DUMBLEDORE." He shouted the last word.
Fred nodded once again. "And why the hell are you put in charge anyways?"
Umbridge's face was growing read. "THAT'S HEADMASTER TO THE BOTH OF YOU! CLEAN THIS UP, NOW! YOU'RE BOTH IN SO MUCH-…"
George and Fred began to laugh. They laughed so hard that their eyes watered once again.
"Blah, blah, blah, we're in trouble, we know…" George said happily.
Filch was elbowing his way through the crowd. "May I suggest, approval for whipping?" He asked.
Umbridge nodded. "Oh yes… we will show students here what happens when they mess around with things they can't control… oh yes. In my office, Filch."
Filch scurried off and Fred and George both looked at each other. Their time was up… they distracted her as long as they could.
"OH! YOU TWO ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!" Umbridge screamed. "CLEAN IT UP, NOW!"
George laughed and stepped forward, looking over to where he caught a glimpse of Alicia, sad and a look of eagerness across her face. "How can we be in trouble, if we don't belong to this school anymore?"
"What do you mean?" Umbridge asked.
Fred and George raised their wands and yelled out, "Monidor!"
Explosions began to fill the room, covering people, paintings, and walls with something that looked a lot like stinksap.
"Our own little concoction." George said with a smile.
"You think it's funny! DO YOU?" Umbridge screamed.
"Yeah." Fred answered. "Yeah, we do."
Filch came back with a piece of parchment, hanging from his hands. "Can I do it now?"
Umbridge sneered down on Fred and George. "Oh yes… yes, soon enough I think."
Filch jumped up and down happily.
"Now, what do you two mean?" Umbridge asked.
Fred turned to George.
"We've grown out of this school. We learned as much as I think we need to." Fred said happily.
George nodded. "When I think about it, I have been considering the same thing."
"Should we leave?" Fred asked.
"Couldn't have made it any plainer." George answered.
Umbridge opened her mouth to scream, but before she even got out a croak, the twins voice overpowered her.
"ACCIO BROOMS!" They both screamed out, holding up their wands.
Their brooms began flying down the halls, clanging with chains still clung to them. They smashed their way to them, and both boys swung their legs over their broom as they mounted, jumping and hovering in the air.
"We will never see you again… hopefully." Fred said.
George nodded. "Please, do us a favour and don't write."
"Yeah, and if anyone here wants to buy anything you've seen here from us, come to our store, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!" Fred announced.
George nodded. "Number ninety-three, Diagon Alley. To those who swear to use our stuff against her," He added, pointing to Umbridge, "Then we'll give you discounts!"
"GET BACK HERE! SOMEONE, STOP THIS!" Umbridge screamed.
Fred and George flew higher, up to Peeves who was floating there in mid-air, looking around at the mess and rubbing his hands together excitedly. Fred smiled and looked at the poltergeist saying,
(A/N: The following words are taken out of the book, Order of the Phoenix, page595)
"Give her hell from us Peeves."
(A/N: Best line ever! Well anyways, that's it… but the whole escape thing is pretty much what happened in the book, except in my own words. But that's it… rest of it's mine!)
Peeves hopped up and down and said, "I will do as much as I possibly can." And he saluted the twins, taking off his hat and standing straight as a board.
Fred and George nodded at each other and straightened the backpacks that they had, higher onto their backs as they looked down at everyone standing there. George stared straight at Alicia. He closed his eyes when her eyes met his, and he turned his broom, as he and Fred flew out of the castle and into the skies, heading for their new shop.
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Poor George… I still feel bad for him. But yay! They are out of school! That means that I don't have to follow any more guidelines and be careful about what I write and that its not going to change anything too drastically. Well anyways, review! I love this chapter, personally. Hehehe! Well bye for now!
-Kit