It was a delicious meal and Sarah was soon to forget their previous conversation. The subject was not raised again until two weeks later, during dinner one evening.

"Yeah, I think you should," Sarah was saying in hushed tones to George, who was sitting next to her. Lee, on the other side of George was also close, and Fred was practically lying across the table so that he could be a part of the discussion.

"What if she says no?" George said. Sarah rolled her eyes.

"We've been over this. She told me she likes you." They were talking about Angelina, and the three friends were trying to convince George that he had a chance.

"But I-"

"There she is! Go ask her!" Sarah urged as Angelina waltzed into the hall.

George stood up, then looked ready to sit down again, but Sarah pushed him towards her.

"Oi! Angelina!" Fred called out. "George wants to talk to you!" Sarah winked at her friend and Angelina turned a delicate red before turning her attention to George.

From what the three could see, George looked down at his feet and asked something very quickly and quietly. Angelina blushed a bit more and said something in return before leaning a bit closer. George sighed, glared at his friends and then, deciding to be dramatic rather than shy, fell onto his knees and clasped his hands in front of him. This time, he spoke loudly enough for his words to be heard over the din of the Great Hall.

"I said, Angelina, will you do me the great honor of being my girlfriend?"

They saw her giggle and nod before George jumped up and kissed her some-what shyly on the lips. A quick peck, but Fred gasped. It was George's first kiss. George turned red as he and Angelina split up and sat down with their different group of friends. Sarah and Lee sat open-mouthed as Fred's eyes bulged.

"What was that?" Fred was the first to speak.

"My girlfriend." George replied happily.

"You... just... blow my mind away." Sarah replied. She coughed and turned to the food on her plate.

"Woah," all that Lee said.

"So, when are you going to hook up with the person you like, Lee?" George asked. He sounded cocky.

"After Sarah and Fred hook up," Lee replied. Fred almost choked on what he was eating and Sarah spit her water out. "With the person they like," Lee quickly amended.

"I... no. Not anytime soon." Sarah managed to get out.

"Yeah, not for a while." Fred said.

"Oh really? And what if I did to you two what you did to me?" George said.

"You wouldn't." Fred was scared.

"You don't know who I like." Sarah replied, calmly eating some soup.

"Who DO you like?" Lee asked.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you just so you can blackmail me."

"I promise I won't if you tell me." George looked at her pleadingly. Fred didn't say anything, just looked like he didn't want to know, and at the same time, was dying to know.

"We-ell... it's a boy." Sarah looked at the faces around her. "That you know. Quite well, in fact." They had all leaned in to hear her soft voice. "Aaaaand, his name is..."

"Sarah!"

The three turned to see Oliver walk over to them. Sarah turned red, and the three took it as a sign that the person she liked was Oliver.

"Are you coming to see the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw match this weekend?" He asked.

"Of course! Have I ever missed a game?" Sarah asked happily.

"Okay, well, I'll see you then, then. Talk to you later." He then walked off. Sarah finished her soup and started to rise.

"Well, bye guys. I'll see you all in the common room. I have tonnes of homework that I have to do." She got up and left in a hurry, making Fred believe that she was going after Oliver. He slammed his spoon down and glared evilly at Oliver's retreating form as he disappear through the doorway.

"Man, what is with you lately?" Lee asked.

"It's... complicated." Fred managed to choke out through his anger.

"He like her." George said quickly before turning back to his food.

"What? Who, Sarah?" Lee asked. George looked at Fred, who simply nodded once.

"Oh.. but doesn't she like...?" Lee trailed off. "Oh."

"Yes, 'oh'. Good work, George, Lee. Now she's off to put the moves on that... and I'm stuck here, alone." Fred was furious, his face turning a red colour that matched his hair, his fists clenched tightly. He was talking through his teeth.

"Well, I'm here mate." Lee said. Fred turned and glared at him evilly before standing up suddenly and walking out of the Great Hall. Lee and George turned back to their food quietly.

Fred walked past the portrait to the Gryffindor common room and kept walking until he reached the main doors. He opened them angrily and walked outside, letting the cool October air cool his anger. He broke into a run until he was forced to stop at the quidditch pitch, gasping for air, his breath showing as small wisps of mist upon the black night before they slowly faded into the darkness. He punched the wall, then cradled his now hurt hand against his belly. Fred leaned against the same wall and tried to catch his breath. It took him several moments, and when he realized that he was fine now, he heard some singing. It wasn't lyrics that he knew, in fact, he doubted it was a song at all. It sounded as if the person singing it was making it up as she went. Her clear soprano voice was faintly heard past the walls of the pitch, and as Fred found the already open gate inside, he saw her form in the middle of the pitch, singing up to the sky, dancing around. She opened her arms wide and the wind brought a few snippets of the song over to where Fred stood.

"...I am already dead.

Leave me here,
Let me fly,
Leave me here,
Let me die..."

Her voice grew until he could hear it firmly, the sound reverberating throughout the pitch, bouncing off of the stands and creating a chorus of voices that sang with her.

"Let me die..."

The last note hung in the air as the echoes sung back the same not, then it dropped, and Fred felt as though the spell that had him enthralled was only let off when she took a curtsy to an invisible audience and thanked them, turning to thank the people behind her. She spotted Fred, and Fred saw her standing there.

Her hair was still in the headband that it had been in at dinner, but the slight wind had tousled it slightly, making it a bit messy. Her shoes had been forgotten somewhere to the side and she stood, barefoot, in her uniform (without the robe), in the chilly night.

"Oh, Fred..." He could see that she had turned red, even in the black of the night. A cloud moved and the full moon shone down directly into the pitched, lighting her with its blue tint.

"Hey." He replied, equally embarrassed at being caught. She slowly walked over to him, but stopped when she was about ten feet away.

"What are you doing out here?" She asked, her hazel eyes reflecting moonlight.

"I came to... wait, what are you doing out here? I thought that you had 'tonnes of homework' to do." Fred crossed his arms over his chest and Sarah smiled.

"I just wanted to be alone, to think." She looked up at the sky and Fred was painfully reminded of his crush on her, and her like of Oliver.

"About you boyfriend?" He snarled, surprised at himself.

"Boyfriend?" Sarah was clueless. "But I don't have a... oh, Oliver?" She laughed, a deep rich sound that echoed back, just as her singing had. She snorted and then gasped for breath. She was taking a while getting her breath back...

Just as Fred stepped forwards to see if she was alright, she took a deep breath and returned to normal.

"Oliver isn't my boyfriend. In fact, I don't even like him in that way." Sarah smiled. The crisp air and bright moon were giving her courage. "I like someone completely different, and I'm going to ask his brother whether or not he likes me back. I wonder where his brother is right now. Usually they're together, but at rare moments they're not."

Fred stood there, racking his brains, trying to figure out who he knew like that. It sounded very familiar, but he could not place who she was talking about.

"In fact, they're separate right now." Sarah said, giving him a hint.

"Who are you talking about?" Fred asked, perplexed. 'If only George were here,' he thought to himself. 'He's never here until I need him. Wait... George and I are always together...'

Sarah smiled as she saw the realization on his face. She then gathered up her shoes, stockings and robe and headed out of the pitch to go find George.