Ch.12 Decietful

Yvonne ran towards her room. George was asleep. The light snoring coming from him calmed her slightly. Her mind raced, raced faster than anything that had ever raced in the abyss of her mind. What had just happened? Did she do what she thought she did? She wasn't sure. Was it only a few weeks ago that her and Anthony broke up? She lost track of time in those few seconds.

All she remembered was kissing George, kissing passionately, and falling fast asleep in his arms. Then she remembered feeling the soft warm hand on her shoulder. At first it reminded her of Anthony, but didn't everything now? Of course it did, why wouldn't it. She ran her hands through her hair as she sat on the wooden floor of her dorm like room.

Then she remembered that one night looking into George's thoughts, as he rocked her back and forth, trying to calm her down. Him thinking about her, about stroking her hair, and about wanting to kiss her head, to make her feel better, it warmed her. Then she remembered the kiss. The oh so infamous kiss. The one thing that was so much of a blur she really didn't remember it happening till it was well too late.

She remembered him having the softest lips she can ever remember. Of course they were much softer than Anthony's and even for those few seconds they made her fly higher than Anthony's kisses ever did. She wanted to sigh a heavenly sigh, but didn't want to wake the boy sleeping lightly so she just smiled till she finally made it from the floor to her bed and fell asleep. She dreamed a sweet dream. A very, very sweet dream.

He sat in the common room, looking at the fire. What had he done? Had he even done anything wrong? He shouldn't have kissed her, he knew that much. She was much to vulnerable to have that done to her. He would just be a rebound anyways. I mean it had only been a few weeks. Plus he couldn't get attached to her, she was going to die soon, it would only make it more painful. He thought he liked her, he didn't like anyone. Not since his mother.

His mother. There he went thinking about his mother again. Always coming back to that one topic. His mother. He remembered the night so well. The blast of light, the laughter. The laughter seemed to come from his mouth, yet his mouth was closed. He saw his mother being almost sucked dry, turning white. "NO!" he screamed to the walls of the common room. "No, don't think about it. Don't, just don't."

He looked into the fire. He started to fall asleep. His dream was not sweet, not like Yvonne's was, no Yvonne was dreaming of sweet adolescent things like her kiss and her romance, he was dreaming of morbid things, almost like a vision. Yes a vision.:

Walking through the dark halls of Hogwarts, or a satanic replica. This must be what it looks like once Voldermort is in power. Why was he thinking Voldermort, no one quite knows, but sooner or later everyone shall. He turned down one hallway to the next and the next and the next. Till he stopped. A hooded figure stood in the middle of a hallway. Two people, one on each side.

He looked frightening, yet to George nothing could harm him less. The figure held out an exasperated bony hand, the skin yellow and tight around the fingers, the nails long and chipped. George felt something in his pocket, something that had not been there before. He reached inside of his pocket and gave the figure something that looked like a gold ball. Then he remembered something like this that his father gave him. It was a prophecy.

He woke at a start when he felt something prickling at his neck. He woke in a sweat. He wasn't sure why it bothered him so, the figure was so morbid, like it was already dead. Its voice was so low that he couldn't understand it, just a low screeching sound that pierced his ears. Why had he connected it to Voldermort, of course because it was Voldermort, but then what did that mean? He paid no mind to it and rubbed his neck as he walked out of the common room, it was seven a.m. on a Saturday morning.

Yvonne woke around seven thirty and started to dress herself. Just she was in the dorm. She stretched and started to ready herself and a leisurely pace. She took off her pajamas and proceeded with the undergarments. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a lacy polka dotted corset laced boy-shorts undergarment. Yvonne then proceeded to get a matching bra. Then went to the next drawer.

She reached in and took out a beautiful black tank top with crème lace around the top and bottom. Then she proceeded to put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black and white tie belt. She slipped on a pair of lace shoes. She tapped her head with her hand and her hair fell lightly curled on her Shoulders.

She applied her make up and accessories. She put a large White bohemian flower in her hair and a diamond necklace on, along with a diamond ring and a sliver ankle bracelet. As soon as she finished applying her lip gloss an owl flew into her room and landed softly on her bed. It had a letter attached to it. She took it and watched it fly out of the window.

She read it and laughed lightly to herself. She folded it up and put it in her pocket, along with her cell phone. Which she realized she was the only one who had this device. No one else in the wizarding world seemed to know what it was. She had pictures of everyone on her phone. Pictures of her friends Aaron and Joseph, Chelsey and Josh, Kimmy and Kaitlyn, especially Debbie. She deleted all of those that were Anthony's. She even had a recording of her friend Debbie singing the bad boys theme song that she listened to whenever she became homesick. She made a few last minute adjustments to herself and added some perfume and was on her way out of the tower.

It was a lovely free day. The potions class had "blown up" over the course of the night. She guessed it was some first year punks. Had she been there the year before she would have thought it Fred and George. But they weren't doing anything of the sort any more. Fred was too cocky and self centered and George, well we all know how George was. Sadly Yvonne would never get to see the free willed George. The one who was going to do Weasley Wizard Wheezes and play a huge prank on Snape. The only ones who could con Peeves into doing anything. But because she didn't know, she didn't miss it. But everyone around did, and they told her stories and events that happened with them.

She ran lightly down the twisting staircase and walked briskly out of the common room. Yvonne walked down the hall towards the great hall, she was starving. She hadn't eaten in a very long time. She hadn't been happy in a very long time either. That kiss last night woke her up and set her at ease, although she couldn't be seen near George, she would surely embarrass herself.

She made her way to the great hall, breakfast was being served and she dug right into her bacon and eggs. She was halfway through eating her blueberry muffin when the owl post came. She recognized the family's owl. It was a jet black owl with green cat eye pupils. It swooped down near her and held three letters on its leg. Yvonne untied the red ribbon and gave it a piece of her muffin, the owl nipped her hand gently and flew off out of the castle to the Owlery to rest.

She opened the first letter, it was from her mother, it had pictures of her brother and mother along with her step father and step sister. She smiled slightly, it made her stomach turn, homesickness was creeping in slowly. She read the letter, it was just an update on the latest happenings in the world of her family. Her younger brother had entered middle school and her older sister had started college.

She set the pictures aside carefully and opened the second letter. It was from Debbie, she read it over three or four times.

Dear Yvonne,

Hey there girly, oh my God it is so boring here without you! I cant believe you aren't here anymore. I am so sorry, I cant believe he would do something like that to you, but Anthony is a dick anyways. I mean seriously. I never liked him in the first place. And guess what? I have a Corvette! My mom and dad actually broke down and got it for me! Yes, too bad you're a witch and have to drive a broom. Don't worry, only I know, and I already threatened Anthony about that but he promised to tell, and he better not, or else you can turn him into a frog. So? How is that school? I cant wait to see you this summer. Any hot guys? Cowboys? No, there wouldn't be any cowboys would there? Well here its boring, I cant believe everyone is driving. Oh, Christmas break, please come home. I want to see you so bad. I miss my best friend. Well I better let you go, get back to your spells, when you come back you better be able to whip up a load of cash so we can go shopping. Love ya girl

Debbie

Yvonne smiled. Only Debbie and Anthony knew about the fact that she was a witch, other than her family. But she trusted Debbie with all her heart. She looked at her watch and was startled. She grabbed her letters and ran. She didn't even open the third letter. She took the note out of her pocket. The one she had received that morning. She looked at the clock, ten o'clock. She ran towards the ledge looking over the lake, she saw a figure already sitting there. She smiled slightly and walked towards it figure.

She sat down and looked the figure ion the eyes. "I see you got the note." Yvonne smiled and took out the note.:

I want to do that again, I don't know what came over me last night, I want to talk to you, make everyone see what you mean to me, come and meet me at ten by the ledge.

Love

George.

George smiled and held her hand. He got up from the ledge and waved his wand. His clothes were changed. He was originally in his school robes. He changed into loose fitting acid wash holed up jeans, red converse and a red Rolling Stones t-shirt. His long red messy hair was still the same and his lip, eyebrow, and tongue ring was now visible.

"Oh, when did you get a tongue ring?"

"I have had it for months, I just haven't had it in for a while." George said grabbing Yvonne by the waist his arms around her and hers around his neck.

"Really? Did it hurt?" she asked playfully.

"Yeah, but what I'm about to do is worth all the pain from all my piercing."

"Oh, and what are you about to do?" Yvonne asked looking George in the eyes seductively.

"This." he said picking Yvonne up like a new bride, she yelped and grabbed onto his neck tighter. Yvonne started to laugh and George smiled. Yvonne's shoes had fallen off but George just levitated them behind her. About a minute later he put her down in front of the Hogsmeade sign.

"We cant go there, we don't have permission."

"You know? You are too straight laced. Come on, everyone is here already. it's a Hogsmeade weekend, just because you didn't get your slip signed doesn't mean we have to miss out."

When they were in the square of Hogsmeade looking at all the other couples Yvonne grabbed George and asked. "So…this was worth the pain of the piercing?" George laughed.

"No, but this is." George pulled Yvonne closer into a lovers embrace. He closed his lips onto hers. Where every spectator had a good view of them. Yvonne opened her lips and George deepened the kiss. Yvonne had gotten flutters in her stomach, being viewed in public was something she loved doing, but she had never done THIS much in public. She ran her hands through his hair and got on her tiptoes and kissed him longer and deeper, finally breaking the kiss and hugging him. She had never noticed how much taller he was than her.

After a few seconds of being lost in a haze she had noticed that they were being watched, by a group of people similar in looks to George. Until she then noticed it was his family. His twin Fred, younger brother and sister Ginny and Ron then another three Harry Potter Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. George smiled at Yvonne and grabbed her hand and walked off into the crowd.

Yvonne was getting increasingly mad.

"What was that for?" she asked angrily.

"I like you."

"Oh cut the bullshit, your whole family watched you kiss me and grope me."

"I didn't grope you!"

"I can prove otherwise. Now did you do that for show?"

"No…I mean…well…I wasn't trying…"

"Augh, I cant believe you George. I thought you liked me. I am not a little token you can just carry around like as if you own me. Next time you kiss me. Find somewhere where I wont be seen as a trophy." And Yvonne walked away towards Hogwarts. George sat down and put his hands in his head and shook it.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.