Chapter Four

After about ten thousand eons, I finally update.

If I didn't have George to hang out with, I don't know what I would've done with all my spare time at Number Twelve Grimmauld place. I still hadn't heard anything about my parents or my aunt. This made me pretty pissed off. Why were they not telling me anything? I mean, I was kind of left with no explination to what had happened with them.

When George had to work at the shop however, I hung out by the stairs, watching people come and go. It was pretty cool, seeing all the different characters. One man, with a long gray beard and half moon spectacles, would come by quite often. I recognized him from those old Chocolate Frog cards I used to collect. Albus Dumbledore. I decided to ask George about it one day.

"Oh yeah." he said, as we were both sitting in his shop with his friend Lee and brother Fred. "He's the headmaster at Hogwarts. Great man he is."

"I think you have to be more than a headmaster to be on a card George." I told him, trying to figure out more about him.

"Well yeah Laurie." said Lee. "He's the only one that You-Know-Who feared. Him and Harry Potter that is."

"And I'm guessing Harry goes to Hogwarts, right?"

"Got that right." said Lee. "Harry has to be Dumbledore's favorite student."

Well, no wonder. The boy is probably the most famous young man in the Wizarding World, being the only one to survive Avada Kedavra.

"Hey, Laurie, let's get out of here." George said, noticing the time. Spotting a group of twelve year old boys, he flicked his wand at the open sign, which now said closed.

"Sure." I said, grabbing my bag off the stairs I had been sitting on most of the day. You could say I was the shop's head guard. Just by sitting on the top landing, I could watch for theiving kids.

"Where to?" I asked.

"There's this pub we can go to. They make really good food." He said, opening the door for us.

"See you Lee, Fred." I shouted back to them.

I could've sworn I saw Fred and Lee making kissy faces at us in the door reflection.

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I have to say, George knows what he's talking about when he says good food. I was expecting it to be like one of those fast food joints the Muggles always fuss about, but this place was actually nice. It was clean, and had a warm, homey feel to it, and the barmaid knew the Weasley twins fairly well.

"Oh god. I can't eat anymore." I said, finishing up my chicken and potatoes.

"You haven't even had dessert!" George exclaimed, throwing up his arms in mock surprise.

"Well, dessert or not, you'll have to pry open my mouth and shove it down my throat to get me to eat any more."

Scooping up some of my potatoes, he pushed the fork towards my mouth.

"Open up!" he said, laughing.

I shook my head, keeping my lips firmly closed. He was persistent however.

"Do you want me to come over there?" he asked, getting up out of his seat. As he walked over to my seat, I sprang up. Grabbing whatever money in my cloak, I threw it down on the table before running out of there.

As I swung open the door, I was greeted with a nice cool breeze from the darkening sky. Looking both left and right, I sprinted to the closest alleyway and hid behind a building, looking out for George.

Looking at the entrance to the pub, I was not able to spot George stepping out of it. And after what seemed to be a few minutes, he still didn't show. Deciding he was probably still in there, I began to walk out from behind the stone.

"BOO!" he yelled, grabbing my shoulders from behind and wrestling me back.

I shreiked, completely freaked out by the encounter. I mean, does anybody want to be scared in a dark alleyway? Probably not.

"George, bloody hell!" I said, leaning up against the wall. "You scared me to death!"

"Really?" he joked...again "I couldn't tell."

"George, I'm serious. Don't do stuff like that. It's dark, I was all alone..."

"Okay Laurie, I'm sorry." he said with sincere eyes. "I won't do it again. I shouldn't be doing it to anybody anyway, with all the stuff going on."

"Yeah."

Great response.

"We should be getting back anyway." he said. "Mum'll be worried about you. She's always like that, especially with Ginny and Hermionie."

He held out his hand to me, and I graciously took it, intertwining my fingers with his.

We walked back to the pub then, and with a quick trip by Floo, we got back to the house.

"Well, er." George said. "Sweet dreams."

I smiled at this.

"You too." I replied.

And with a stroke of his hand against my cheek, he slowly turned and proceeded back to the fireplace.

I could still feel the tingle on my cheek when I went to sleep.

Again, sorry for the uber long and rediculous wait. I don't think I'll be continuing most of my stories, but this one I probably will. As for that, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. A little romance, but not too much. I'm not one to have them making out first paragraph. If you have any suggestions, I am up for them. Remember : REVIEW!

-Katie