Btw, the relationship between Fred and Angelina is secret because she's the team captain and people would think it's weird that they're going out... I don't agree, but Angelina said that's what would happen, and of course, Fred agreed with her, cause he agrees with everything she says.

The 'f' key on my computer is broken, so I have to copy and paste it. And I copy a lowercase one, and Fred is capital, so it's really hard.

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The next morning, it wasn't George who woke up to Tammy sitting on his bed, but Tammy waking up to George sitting on her bed. "G-George?" she yawned, sitting up.

Tammy had already packed up all her things and her side of the room looked as neat as a pin. There were little bits of pieces of tape on the wall, which George had guessed were from posters that were once hanging there.

"Tammy...." George said.

Tammy sat up. "I can't talk now. I'm... I forgot to tell you. But I'm...."

"I know. You're leaving. Which is why I'm here."

Tammy sighed, just staring at him. Neither of them said anything, nothing.

After 4 minutes, George suddenly pulled Tammy into a tight hug. "I'm sorry, George." Tammy said.

"Me too..."

"I don't want to leave. I have to. I tried convincing my dad to let me stay until just the end of the year, so I can take my Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. But he wouldn't let himself be persuaded."

"Tell him that you just want to stay until Christmas."

"I'll try."

"But just in case it doesn't work-"he started but Tammy interrupted, "It will work, George."

"Want me to walk you to the doors? And carry your trunk?"

"Yeah, sure." Tammy said, wiping a few tears out of her eyes with her sleeve as she stood up.

George waved his wand and the trunk levitated into the air, following them out of dorm.

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Have you ever had a great pet that you loved, but one day it died? Have you ever had that best friend on Earth that one day told you that they were moving? Well that's how George felt as he walked Tammy to the Entrance Hall, only worse. He loved Tammy. Not as a girl friend, but as a friend.

When they got to the door, they saw Tammy's dad, standing there, waiting.

George stopped walking as he watched Tammy walk up to her dad and start talking.

About a minute later, Tammy came back to George and pulled him farther away from her father, dragging him by the collar of his shirt. Then, she stopped and looked at him.

"What?" asked George.

"George...." She said quietly.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah..." she said slowly and sadly.

"Tammy...."

"Just joking!" she cheered happily.

George hugged her tightly. "How long?"

"Until Christmas."

"Great!"

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During the next Quidditch practice, Angelina was practically screaming at everyone. She seemed to really want to win the Quidditch Cup this year, the only year she would be captain.

Fred had swung the beater's bat at the bludger, but missed and hit Angelina, who got mad and called him down to the ground.

"You okay, babe?"

"I think so. Should I end practice early so you can take me to the Hospital Wing?"

"I guess."

So she ended practice early and they walked to the Hospital Wing.

At the Hospital Wing, Angelina sat down on a bed, waiting for Madam Pomfrey to come. Fred sat down next to her. "Sorry." he said quietly.

"It's okay." She said, then kissed his lips.

Fred pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. Angelina closed her eyes, apparently enjoying the moment very much.

"Hem hem."

'Busted!' said the little voice inside Fred's head.

Angelina slowly looked up. Oh no. Umbridge was standing there, her hands on her hips. "Apparently, you two haven't heard of the Hogwarts rule about public displays of affection."

"That's because there is none." Fred snorted.

"Do you want detention?" Umbridge asked.

Angelina suddenly straightened up. "Sorry ma'am."

Umbridge rolled her eyes. "Detention tonight. I'm busy again, so go to Snape's office."

When she left, Fred looked at Angelina. "Sorry again."

"Nah, it's okay." She kissed his cheek, and then Madam Pomfrey came in.

"What happened?"

"I got hit with a bat."

"Oh, dear, are you okay?"

"Yeah."

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The next morning, 10 minutes before he went to breakfast, George went to Tammy's dorm to say 'good morning.' He levitated himself up to the door and knocked.

"One second. You can come in. I'm taking a shower, though, in the bathroom."

George walked into the room and sat down on her bed.

And there it was, laying wide open on her pillow. A blood red colored book, with writing in dark red ink inside it.

Most people would resist. Most people wouldn't look inside the book.

But George wasn't most people. Even though he knew he shouldn't've, he grabbed the book and flipped through the pages, looking for his name. His name was on every page.

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Dear Journal,

I got a letter from dad today. He said that we were getting a new house and giving the old one to Mallory.

Now the first thing I'm thinking is: What about George? We haven't talked for two months and if neither of us talk soon, I might never see him again.

And I want to see him again. I want to see him everyday. I love him. I need him.

Last time I talked to George, he liked me. I wonder if he still does.

Every night I dream about what it would be like if George and I were going out. They start out good, but then it turns into a nightmare.

I shouldn't have reacted like that. But I really like it when we're just friends. It's so perfect and no matter how much I like him, I don't want to ruin that.

But I guess I ruined it already, didn't I?

Tamara J. Anderson

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George blinked and turned the page. Tammy actually liked him?!

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Dear Journal,

Now that George and I are friends again, maybe he'll ask me to go out with him. That would be cool.

But seriously, I'm just glad that we're comfortable around each other.

And George, can you please stop reading this?

Haha. I make myself laugh.

Tammy A.

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As he turned back a few pages, he heard the lock on the bathroom door click open and he quickly put the book down and sat up straight.

Tammy looked at him. She was wrapped up in a towel and drops of water were falling from her wet hair. "Hey George."

"Hey." George grinned.

"What did you manage to read?"

"I didn't read it!"

"Yeah you did, George! I saw! If you admit it, I'll forgive you by the end of the day."

"Well.... I'm sorry, Tam."

Tammy sighed and sat down next to him. "So how much did you read?" she asked.

"Two entries."

"Which ones?"

"The one where you found out that you were leaving and today."

Tammy sighed again, laying her head back on the pillow and putting the book on a shelve. "Well...."

George looked down at her. "Tammy, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, whatever."

"Would you go out with me sometime?"

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I left you off with a wonderful cliffhanger. If you have AIM, my screen name is CrazyTalk32. IM me. If you have msn, my email for that is . I might just tell you what happens in the next chapter.

Goodnight!