Disclaimer: I don´t own Harry Potter, and I´ll just have to learn to live with that.

A/n: Well, here we go with the last chapter! I´m so proud, and I can´t wait to start working on the sequel. Speaking of that, I´ve posted some info about it over at my Livejournal. Go check it out!

So, it´s my birthday today, and do you know what I´d really like? 100 reviews for this story. You can do that, can´t you? I´m sure you can. I promise to dedicate the first chapter of the sequel to the 100th reviewer.

Last, but not least, I am dedicating this fic to Alicia/Jagged Epiphany, for three reasons:

Because she´s my beta/reviewer extraordinaire, and she has also agreed to beta the sequel

Because she´s the best George/Alicia writer ever

Because I read the first chapter of Castles In The Air´ today, and it was bloody amazing

George´s PoV:

"We could try using an Engorgement Charm for the feathers on the face," Fred suggested.

I shook my head. "I don´t really think that would do the trick," I said. "They´ll still be feathers, even if they´re bigger. We have to think of something to make them more like a beak."

We were sitting in the common room, trying to figure out ways to improve our Canary Creams. Right now we were working on the subject of beaks, which had proved to be a difficulty. All we had managed now was to make the feathers in the face go yellow. This would have been an improvement if it hadn´t been for the fact that your face stayed yellow for about two hours afterwards.

Before any of us could think of anything else, Angelina came over and joined us. "Hey, guys!" she said brightly. We both greeted her lazily and she continued: "I have to talk to you, George. In private." She gave me a look which I guess was supposed to be meaningful, but which actually didn´t tell me anything.

"I think you got that one wrong, Angie," I said. "I know you´re sad because you got the least handsome twin, that´s only natural. But Fred has many good…" Fred silenced me with a pillow in the face and, of course, I had to repay the favour. A pillow fight ensued, which was only ended when Angelina grabbed the pillow in midair and put it down.

"Will you please try to act less like four-year-olds?" she asked. Fred and I shook our heads. "I thought as much. Anyway, I really need to talk to you, George. I think you would be interested in hearing what I have to tell you."

I nodded and got up from the couch. "I´m all yours, Angie." She smacked me over the head. "Why do you have to take everything the wrong way?" I complained, following her out of the room.

"Because you usually mean it that way," she replied. I couldn´t argue with that, so I just kept my mouth shut and followed her into an empty classroom.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked, sitting down on a desk.

Angelina grinned. "It´s about someone you know," she said and then gave me an expectant look. I gave her a blank one in return.

"Am I supposed to get excited about that?" I asked. "Cause as far as I can see, this is something you could´ve told me in front of Fred. Is there more?"

Angelina sighed. "You're so oblivious, George. But all right, I´ll tell you more. Someone you know likes you."

This got me more interested. "Who is it?"

She smiled expectantly. "You have to guess!"

"Okay…" I said slowly. "Is it Patricia?" She shook her head. "Anne? Leanne? Eliza?" None of those gave a positive reaction, and I still had no idea who she meant. "C´mon Angie, give me a hint!"

"It´s a Gryffindor," Angelina told me, apparently a bit annoyed that I hadn´t worked it out yet. "Someone you know very well."

"Um…" I went through all the Gryffindor girls I knew very well. I couldn´t think of anyone I was especially close to except for the Chasers. "It´s not Katie, is it?"

"Of course not! She´s going out with Lee, remember? What´s the matter with you today, George? I would have thought it was obvious who I´m talking about."

I looked at her. She was smirking slightly, waiting for me to figure it out. Suddenly, a horrible thought struck me. Within a second I had got up from where I was sitting and was backing towards the door.

"It´s not… It´s not you, is it?" I said shakily. She glared at me.

"Are you stupid?" She sighed. "I´m dating your brother, remember?"

"It´s not you, then?"

"Of course it isn´t me! And now that we have cleared that up, who are we left with?"

It took a few seconds before it dawned to me. Then it took me a few more moments to comprehend it. At last I said in awe: "Alicia?"

She nodded solemnly. "You got it at last."

"Wow," I whispered. "That was unexpected…" A whole new world of possibilities was opening to me. Alicia finally liked me back… If it really was true that she did.

I frowned as this thought popped up in my head. I didn´t like thinking it, but I couldn´t help remembering the Yule Ball. The last thing I wanted was a recurrence of what happened then. It was of course possible that Alicia really was in love with me for real, but what if she wasn´t? What if she had only convinced herself that she was to get over Fred? And how would I know what the truth was?

Angelina waved a hand in front of my face. "Hello? Earth to George?" I blinked in confusion.

"What?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "I just asked you what you´re going to do about it. When are you going to ask her out?"

"I don´t know what I´m going to," I admitted. "Are you completely sure that it´s true, Angie? I mean, after what happened at the Yule Ball…"

"Oh, stop it," she said impatiently. "Haven´t you been dreaming about this for ages? Well, now´s your chance!"

"But what if she-"I tried to argue, but Angelina cut me off.

"Listen to me! The girl is crazy about you, okay? Now please do something about that crush of yours and get it over with! Seriously, how hard can it be," she muttered, evidently to herself. "Now, if you want the girl, go to the Astronomy Tower. And hurry!"

Alicia´s PoV:

Katie snuggled closer to Lee and kissed him. "I love you so much, sweetie," she murmured.

"I love you more, honey," he replied and kissed her ear.

"No, I love you the most."

"No you don´t."

"Yes I do."

"All right, that´s it!" I suddenly broke in. "If you don´t stop being so disgustingly lovey-dovey, I think I´m going to be sick."

Katie blushed, but nevertheless remained snuggled close to Lee. "Being lovey-dovey is one of our rights as the it-couple´ of Hogwarts," she explained to me. I snorted.

"Sure, Katie. Whatever you say." I grinned at her, and she stuck out her tongue. "Anyway," I continued, "why did you ask me to come with you to the library? I hope it´s not just because you wanted to snog right in front of me."

"Oh, right! I´d almost forgotten about that!" Katie said. She got up from her chair, leaving a clearly disappointed Lee behind, and sat down next to me. "Angie told me that you have finally admitted that you like George. But seeing as you´re both too slow to ever do something about it, we decided to help you a bit. So we put our clever heads together and thought up a plan."

"And how is me watching you and Lee snog supposed to get me and George together?"

She blushed again. "Um… That was just me getting a bit carried away. Anyway, back to the plan." She was about to continue, but I interrupted her.

"Are you really sure I want you and Angie to help?" I asked her. She frowned.

"Of course you do, don´t be ridiculous. It´s your only chance to get the guy. And besides," she glanced at her watch, "you´re meeting him in the Astronomy Tower in ten minutes. So you´d better hurry."

"Hey! It´s none of your business!" I protested, but she ignored me completely.

"Help me out here," she told Lee, and grabbed my arm. He obediently took my other arm and together they started dragging me out of the library and towards the Astronomy Tower. I soon realized that resistance was useless and just tagged along, cursing myself for ever telling Angelina how I felt about George.

xxxxx

I walked slowly up the last few steps to the top of the tower. Katie and Lee had stopped where the stairs started, but Katie had sworn that she´d hex me into oblivion if I turned back, and I had no doubt that she´d actually do it.

"Leesh," a voice said.

"Hey, George." I went over and stood next to him, looking out over the grounds. For a while none of us said anything.

At last, I turned and looked at him. He seemed oddly excited, his cheeks red and his hair more ruffled than usually. I couldn´t help smiling; he looked so adorable.

"I take it Angelina told you, then?"

"Yeah, she did."

"Oh." My eyes dropped to my feet, and I was unable to think of anything else to say. I mean, what do you say to someone who knows that you´re in love with him?

One sentence came to mind. "I love you, George."

"What!"

I slammed my hand over my mouth to keep myself from saying any more stupid things. My eyes widened in panic. Had I really just told George that I loved him? It looked like I had. Crap.

George appeared to be every bit as shocked as I was at this unexpected confession. He opened his mouth, but no words came. Instead he started pacing back and forth across the Tower. I watched him in silence, afraid that if I said anything I would scare him away.

At last he stopped in front of me and took a deep breath to calm himself. "Did you just say that you love me?" he asked in a hoarse voice. I nodded mutely. "And you really mean it? It´s not the Yule Ball all over again?" I shook my head. "Wow. That´s pretty heavy stuff, Leesh."

"I know," I whispered, at last daring to speak again. "I´m sorry, I shouldn´t have blurted out with it like that, without preparing you first."

"I love you, too, Alicia," George cut in before I could say anything else.

I blinked in surprise. "But… How can you? I´ve tricked you, lied to you and used you. How can you even trust me after that? Besides, I´m not even pretty. I´m completely plain and boring."

He put his finger over my mouth to shut me up. "You´re anything but plain and boring, Alicia. In fact, you are the most beautiful, special and sweet girl in the entire universe. You´re amazing. Take your smile. Whenever I see it I want to kiss you because you are so damn beautiful… How could I not love you? I would be crazy if I didn´t."

As he looked me deeply in the eyes, I saw myself for the first time the way George saw me, and I realized how beautiful I was to him. The most beautiful girl in the world.

"Thanks, George," I said softly. "Thanks for making me beautiful."

I leant in and kissed him.

You make me beautiful

You make me prettier than

All my pretty friends

You make me beautiful

You make me adequate, proffesional and tense

- Bertine Zetlitz