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Now, on with chapter 3!

George twiddled his thumbs and gazed into the fire. But once again his thoughts wandered back to Amy. What am I going to teach her? How to change into someone else? Or maybe that spell to multiply yourself, or I COULD just teach her how to make a, "Winter Wonderland" ball. George stopped and turned his head to see Amy walking down the girls' stairs. She was wearing a tight green T-Shirt, with very long-baggy black pajama bottoms. George could tell, even from the distance he was at that she had not been sleeping.

"Hey." She began, as she took a seat next to him.

"Hey." George said, as he fought back a yawn.

"So, what are you going to teach me?" Amy said, as she folded her arms.

"Shh, keep your voice down!" George whispered, as he turned to her.

"Sorry," Amy whispered, shifting in the couch, "What are you going to teach me?"

"What do you want to learn?" George asked, scooting closer to her.

Amy giggled, and playfully punched George on the shoulder, "YOU'RE the teacher! Teach me something… ANYTHING!" She said scooting closer to him.

George tried to force back a grin when he realized that Amy was practically in his lap.

"I don't know, I'm suddenly not in the mood for teaching…" He whispered in Amy's ear. Amy gave a gasp as she felt his hands wrap around her waist.

"…George…?" Amy whispered, as he pulled her closer to him.

"Hmmm…?" George whispered, once he had pulled her close to him.

"What are you do- Oooh…" Amy stopped, she couldn't help it but a satisfied moan had escaped her lips. George was now giving her love handles a massage. Then, to George's delight Amy leaned her face to his as planted a soft kiss on his lips. She started to pull away when George placed a hand on the back of her head, and kept it in place. He then leaned towards her for another kiss.

Amy giggled as she kept dodging his pecks, he always hit her cheek, nose or chin.

"Oh come now George…" She taunted as he once again pecked her left cheek.

George stopped and grinned, "I'll kiss you yet, Amy Allen."

Amy raised an eyebrow, "Oh really? You'll have try harder then…" She taunted, shifted herself in his lap.

George grinned, and began to ease her back onto the couch. He then placed his legs on either side of her hips, he grinned as he placed his hands on her cheeks, then lowered his face down to hers.

At first the kisses were fast and brief, but with each peck, it got more passionate. Until the point where neither one of them broke the kiss, it was delayed when George felt a grin form on Amy's lips. He stopped and looked down at her, her face was tinted with her blushing, and her hair was messy from George constantly running his fingers through it.

"What are you so smiley about?" George asked as she began to giggle.

"I don't know…" Amy began, as she began to draw circles on George's chest. "I guess I find it funny that well, you and I are…"

"Making out on the Gryffindor common room's couch?" George finished with a grin.

"Exactly." Amy whispered, then her face lit up more, "My turn."

George raised an eyebrow, "Your turn?"

"My turn." Amy said again, as she began to struggle out of his grip. George didn't hesitate to release her, soon, she was out of his grip. Amy smile as she pushed him towards the arm of the couch, "Sit." She whispered.

George grinned as his back rested on the arm of the couch, Amy smiled and placed her legs on either side of his chest. She giggled a bit as she felt his arms hold onto her waist.

She lowered her face to his and continued their kiss. She felt herself blush as George's tongue wandered into her mouth, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to her, she to let her tongue explore his mouth. It went on like this for hours, until both of them were out of breath.

Amy rested her head on George's shoulder, "Oh George…" She whispered as she snuggled closer to his chest.

"Amy?" George whispered, as he placed an arm around her, while the other brushed her hair, Amy looked at him and whispered, "Yes?"

"Lesson is over."

(A/N: Wee-snaw. Chapter is over, now what will happen in the morning? I will not write another chapter until I get AT LEAST 5 reviews! So if you want another chapter, tell me. AND I am open to suggestions. So Review, and thank you for reading.)