Heylo… um… what can I say? I've been busy, but not too busy to not write. Hmm… I can't wait to finish this chapter; I hope you guys are enjoying this fic! So, should I start? I think so.

1 noya- lol thanks, I love the word you used: irony. Wouldn't have thought of that… oh well, I can't say I don't try!

Lauren- speaking of Between Us… oh just wait and see I think you'll like it. Anyways, thanks, I liked the idea that they both didn't know it too… that means they're locked out together! Hehehe… I'm glad you were my first reviewer, I enjoy hearing from you!

Calypso- thank you and yeah, it's a funny relationship. You must wait for something, an announcement made at the end of this story, and this one is a bit shorter than a lot of my other stories. Wait for it, it'll give y'all a reason to review!

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter. I wish George were mine. You can't have everything. Evidently, I don't have anything of this. Meaning, me no own, you no sue.

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Part 3- Moving Staircases

Alicia's POV

His hand moved over my mouth and he inched closer to my body. For some reason, I felt fairies in my stomach. I felt nervous and excited and free… what was I thinking? His voice whispered sweetly into my ear.

"Because… Because my brother or Lee is always with me, why would I need to memorize it?" He said, not looking for an answer.

Shivers went down my back as he spoke, but I began to think about how we were both locked out of our common room, Filch on the hunt. I stared up at him, trying to tell him how scared I was with my eyes, without really admitting it.

He smiled down at me with a reassuring smile; I could feel my chest moving against him as I breathed. He removed his hand from my mouth and his hand accidentally brushed my neck.

"Finally you let go of me." I snapped. "I won't raise my voice again, Weasley, as long as you promise to not make me angry… but of course it's never been a strong point of yours."

"Ha." He said shortly.

My eyes slid over to him as he stood there thinking. He was really cute… and annoying. God, I hate him.

"Well we better go somewhere where we won't be found until morning…" He said quietly.

"What is it my pretty?" A voice said from down the hall. There was a meow, and instantly we both knew whom the voice belonged to.

"Filch…" George muttered.

"I know. What do we do?" I asked.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me along with him, running away from the sleeping Fat Lady, down the moving staircases.

"I can run on my own." I said sarcastically.

He immediately let go of my wrist and my pounding heart lowered slightly. I regretted having said something, but I just couldn't let him hold on to me… we hated each other.

I saw him farther ahead of me, so I tried to speed up. I heard a movement and I saw him grab hold of the rails on the staircase he was on: the staircase just ahead of me.

"Uh oh…" He whispered.

"What-…" I began, but my question was answered as his staircase shifted and began to move away from mine.

"Jump." He said, turning and looking at me.

"What! What do you mean?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"JUMP! HURRY!" He ordered.

I ran to the edge of my staircase and saw him, still very far away from me.

"If you don't jump now," he called, "we will be separated and who knows how long it will take for us to find each other again? JUMP!"

It was my last chance. He was right. I had to jump. I took a run at the edge and felt my feet leave a steady surface. I reached out and his hands took mine. I was very short however, and my body didn't make it as far as I would have hoped.

I found myself letting out a shattered yell, and I was dangling at the side of the rail, near the middle of the staircase. The only thing between me and the black bottom of my drop was George's hands, which I grasped onto tightly.

"George!" I begged.

He tried to pull me up, using all his strength, the muscles in his arms bulging and pushing up his shirt. He would have been able to pull me up fine if the railing wasn't there.

"Alicia," He said, holding his breath and tugging on me again. "You're slipping."

"Oh god, don't let me fall George." I pleaded.

"Never." He said. "But you have to do something for me…"

"Okay… what?" I asked, feeling my hands slipping from his.

"Don't move as much as possible, and shift your weight to the right when I say so." He said.

I gulped. "What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm going to stand on the ledge-…"

I cut him off. "The ledge! You mean the space in between the rail and the very edge of the stairs?"

He nodded.

"You cant do that, it's crazy! You'll fall too!" I protested, feeling myself slide even further.

"Well we don't have much choice so just listen to me." He said.

Our stairway was sitting in the middle of nowhere, not a place to go because it was spare at the moment. I looked around at the black walls, only outlines of where other staircases might be.

I looked at George. He was holding on to me and pulling himself over the rail. He stood on the ledge and almost slipped, so I let out a scream. He moved down crouching almost, and let go of one of my hands.

"AH!" I yelled.

"Alicia, listen. Move your weight to the right." He said.

I did as he said and he swung me up closer to his free hand. I tried to grab it but I missed and dangled there again.

"Do it again." He said, beads of sweat forming on his face.

I swung again and this time I grabbed his hand. With one heaving breath, he lifted me up and I grasped onto his shoulders, throwing my arms around his neck.

"Oh my god…" I whispered into his neck.

He laughed. "We have to get back safely onto the staircase… lean forward onto me."

"What?" I asked.

"Push yourself against me." He said simply.

I closed my eyes and did as he said. I pushed my body forward, close to him. I felt him lean back and we both fell over the rail onto the staircase.

"Did you hear that my pretty?" We heard Filch say again. He was on the staircases too. "Let's go in this room…" He said to his cat.

We both heard the door close and as soon as it did we yelled out in laughter.

"Oh my god…" I said, laughing and pushing my face into his chest as I lay on top of him on the staircase.

Our heads were facing downwards, and I could feel his chest move as he laughed. He sat up, his hands bracing himself. We both stood up and he shook his arms, rubbing them.

"Wow… I was scared there about you for a second…" He said.

"I know…" I whispered.

He smiled. "What do we do now?" He asked.

I laughed. "I was about to ask you the same thing."

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I dunno what I think of this chapter. Please tell me if you liked it in a review. TTFN. Ta-ta for now.

-Kit