He'd Left His Helmet On

by Kiku Hoshi

What if their worlds were switched-the pureblood witch and the muggle-born boy? What would his motorcycle have to do with any of this?

2. The Night

"Hey, 'Mione, how long have we known each other?"

She mumbled something in her sleep that sounded remotely like 'Since Hogwarts'. He smiled at her pale shoulder.

God, he sure did love her. George wasn't the mushy type, but god, he'd be nothing without her.

"I love you."

"Lommm ooo dooo," she murmured into her pillow. He smiled again and laid his head down. It wasn't the greatest profession of love he'd gotten, but it'd work. Especially since she was alseep.

He closed his eyes, willing the night to never end.