"She could do so much better than that pretty boy!" George was ranting, yet again, about how Polly should be with him. Fred just worked on his final essay while occasionally mumbled 'yes' and 'uh huh' as George rattled on. It had been about four days since the rumour started, and mostly everyone now knew the truth, that Polly and Cedric were just friends. But George wouldn't listen to anyone who tried to tell him that.

The two boys were in the library, only one was doing their assignment. It was due tomorrow and they were just starting, but at least one of them had actually began. Lee, Angelina, and Anya had left nearly an hour ago because they couldn't listen to the same carousel conversation anymore. One more time around the ride and Lee may have puked. But it didn't stop George. When George finally got silent, Fred looked up from is work. George was staring at the door, like demons were walking in. Cedric and Polly were coming to the library to work.

"They have to flaunt it?" George asked, his jaw locked up tighter then a vault.

Polly saw George, and waved at him, hoping for any kind of connection. But he just looked away, and crossed him arms like a toddler. Polly looked at the ground, trying to hide her disappointment. Fred saw the duo in the doorway, which turned into just Cedric. Polly quickly ducked out, not being able to stomach sitting in the same room with someone she cares about who can't even stand to look at her.

Fred shook his head, and looked up at his brother. "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"Because she hurt me," George said, his voice shaking.

"And you've been hurting her ever since you stopped talking to her," Cedric said, slamming his books down on the table. Fred looked at the intense look being shared between Cedric and George. Neither one of the boys would ever be the type to just give up. Fred knew that whatever was coming wasn't going to be good. But instead of trying to diffuse the situation he just moved his precious essay away from the danger zone. He would not be starting it over again.

"Who was talking to you?" George asked, glaring hard at Cedric who just dished it right back.

"Polly has been, she's told me loads." Cedric smirked, while Fred just shook his head.

But Fred couldn't have predicted George leaping across the table and tackling Cedric. George hit the Hufflepuff once in the face before Cedric rolled them over to hold George down. By this time, a crowd of students had formed around, everyone being quieter than a field mouse. Fred's eyes were as wide as they could be as he watched all of this unfold.

"Calm down!" Cedric shouted, gripping onto George's wrists. But George just wanted to hit Cedric again, so he continued to struggle.

"Get off of me," George sneered.

"You're acting like an idiot! There's nothing between Polly and I except for friendship," Cedric explained, loosening his grip on George. "Pushing her away isn't going to solve anything."

Instead of calming down as expected, George punched Cedric in the eye, effectively knocking him off. George scrambled to get up but he continued to stare at Cedric who was now holding his eye. "You don't know anything."

"The only reason I was even holding Polly was because you hurt her. She was crying and wanted some comfort. Since I'm her friend I was there."

"But she wanted you." George crossed his arms.

"All she wanted was you, but it was four in the morning and you were the one who made her upset in the first place." Cedric stood up, putting his hand down. The mark on his eye was bright red.

"I didn't do anything."

"Why are you two both so blind, jeez. She's crazy about you, and she got upset when you told her you like some Lea," Cedric said.

George had almost forgotten about that. "You mean she feels the same way?"

"Maybe, you kind of broke her heart and then pushed her aside," Cedric said, picking his books off the table. "I guess you'll have to find her and ask."

George scrunched up his features. What could he possibly say to Polly now that would fix things? Cedric made his exit, while both George and Fred watched him leave. The crowd slowly dissipated once they realized that there would be no more fighting. Fred glanced at his twin, worried about what freak out these events would start. But George was quiet. He took a seat.

"Go find Polly, mate." Fred finally got to return to his work. "It'll be good for you."

George just left the room. It didn't take much searching, because he knew exactly where Polly would go. Polly would be in the Great Hall, studying. She can't work on anything but a table. George walked slowly, not sure whether or not he really wanted to reach his destination.

Meanwhile, Polly was in the Great Hall. She was trying to focus on her work but she was miserable. She just wanted to go back to last week when George was her favourite person in the world, and there were no complications other than a crush. Polly's brain was snapping between George and Herbology so much that her essay looked like a child had written it. She couldn't hand this in. She pushed the books away from her, causing one to tip off the edge of the table. She put her face in the crook of her elbow, doing what she could to hide from the world. It was nearly summer. What if she didn't speak with the twins over summer? Was this the beginning of them becoming strangers?

Polly felt something hard touch her arm. She looked up to see the textbook she dropped pushed up against her arm. George stood on the other side of the table, his head down and his hands clutched tightly together in front of him. Polly wiped her eyes on the back of her hand as she scrambled to sit up straight.

"George," she said, surprised he was there.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, George. Really," Polly said, standing up and crossing over the top of the table.

George opened his arms for her. She tucked herself into his arms, happy to be in the moment. There were only a few students in the room, mostly everyone was trying to avoid studying, even though exams started in two days. But even those few students didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the hand George had tangled in Polly's hair as he hugged her tightly, whispering apologies over and over. Polly was the first to pull away from the embrace, but she kept her arms loosely around George's waist.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

"You're here now," Polly said, smiling up at George.

"Yeah." George pulled Polly close again. "I'm here now."

The next two days went as follows, Polly studying, Fred and George whining that Polly wasn't paying them enough attention, Polly would throw something at the boys, they would stop for a bit, and then repeat. You can imagine Polly's relief at the end of exams, when all she had to do for a few days was hangout with her best friends. She thought life would be easy.

But instead, mostly everyone who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and finished their exams on June fourth, 1991, was worried sick about Harry Potter on June fifth, 1991. Polly wasn't even going to go to the Quidditch match but she had to go for Fred and George. She may be worried, but those two idiots were important to her.

Polly was just still absolutely stunned. Professor Quirrell was a bad guy? How could he be? He was always so nice. Polly had grown to really admire him as an individual only to find out she respected a monster. A monster who has seriously hurt one of Hogwarts' finest, but was still defeated. Harry Potter was the closest thing Hogwarts had to a warrior. A hero. Those were the kind of thoughts on nearly everyone's minds.

Polly was sitting next to Tanya during the Quidditch match. Lots of people were still getting into it, but more were just watching the game in silence. They were trying to find joy in distraction. The majority Slytherins hadn't even bothered to go. A few did, one of them was Jenny in the year below Polly. They were friendly, Jenny was a very sweet girl. Bold, and confident, but very sweet. Jenny was constantly having to defend that being sweet wasn't necessarily connected to being shy.

Ravenclaw came out on top of the match, Harry not there to give them a fighting chance at the snitch. Polly walked off the bleachers, walking up to George to congratulate him on a good game.

"Hey, close game." Polly said, holding her hands behind her back.

"Meh," George muttered. "Not really."

Polly and George shared a sweet smile. Then Polly took two swift steps forward, and held onto George's biceps as support for when she stood on her tippy toes to lay a sweet kiss against his soft cheek. Polly's kiss felt like a flower was brushing against his skin. Her lips were somehow cool, even though it was the beginning of June and the sun was shining on the field. His cheeks began to heat up immediately, and he spread his fingers out, not knowing what to do with his hands. George was just praying Polly couldn't feel the heat in his face, but she could, and she thought it was cute.

After she pulled her lips away, Polly stood back on her feet normally. Her hands were still holding onto George's arms. George was blushing a lot, but so was Polly. They smiled at each other. When Polly dropped her hands, George found his own burst of confidence, and he grabbed her hand with his own.

"What a lovely moment," Oliver Wood said, walking up to the pair. "Don't know how you can be happy when we just lost. But hey! Who cares about Quidditch? Let's just hand the other team the snitch next year. Hate to win ourselves. Haha!" Oliver Wood stormed off towards the change room, screaming about a team meeting.

"Is he worried about Harry at all?" Polly asked, shaking her head. They slowly began to walk towards the change room George had to get to.

"He is," George said as they stopped right by the door. Their hands were still interlocked. "Before the game he didn't say much about quidditch, more about Harry actually. He's just crazy." George heard his name being called. "I better go, want to meet in the Great Hall in about an hour?"

"Uh, no. Not until after dinner. I have somewhere to be right now." Polly kissed George's cheek again, causing all the same effects in George. But this time it was a quick peck, and it was on his jawline because she couldn't reached while she rushed. "You played great today considering the circumstances."

"Ah what every guy wants to hear." George smiled as he watched Polly rushing towards the school. He was dying to know where she was going.

Polly didn't really like breaking the rules, but there were always exceptions to be made.

The Weasleys were not a rich bunch. Polly never cared about things like that, but she knew Fred and George were going to be upset that they couldn't get Harry a little something to show they care. They cared a lot, which no one seems to believe. But Polly believed it, and she didn't want them to feel like that this time. So she was sneaking out to Hogsmeade to get a little gift from the three of them.

Polly didn't spend a lot of time there though. She may have decided to break the rules, but she was still anxious as heck, that would never change. As soon as she had a gift picked out she scurried right back into the school, leaving the present on the side table by Harry's little bed. There was a mountain of presents already there, but now there was one from the twins, and it would mean a lot to them.

Polly sat next to Harry for a second. She put a hand on his arm, wondering what it could have possibly been like to fight you-know-who. Polly looked at the poor boy's features. She saw his scar, poking out behind his short black bangs. Polly whispered, "thank you" as she looked at Harry.

"How do you care as much as you do? Really, I think I'd go mental." Ron Weasley had entered the room with a notebook filled with notes from the Quidditch game. Ron was going to leave the notes for Harry to read when he woke up.

"What do you mean?" Polly asked, laughing nervously. Polly had yet to learn how to accept a compliment.

"You care more about everyone else than about yourself. Must be tiring," Ron said, picking up the little gift Polly had left to slip the notebook underneath. "From Polly, Fred, and George." Ron looked at the little gift, smiling to himself. "This was nice."

"Okay, I'm going to let you keep Harry comfortable, and I'm going to go... somewhere. Somewhere that is not here, goodbye." Polly skittered out of the room, a scowl on her face because she could hear Ron laughing in the background. She didn't know Ron extremely well, but she had spent so much time with the twins over the years that she was practically part of the family at this point.

Polly was on her way to the Great Hall. She was hoping that Fred and George would be there. But alas, they weren't. The weather was absolutely beautiful, sunny, nice breeze. But Polly had no one to spend it with. Everyone was missing.

It wasn't until way later, that Polly was being shaken awake in the library. She had been aimlessly wandering around the shelves when she sat down with a book about trolls. She hadn't meant to fall asleep on the floor. George was the one shaking her awake. He was grinning down at her, ready to crack a joke or two about his friend.

"Whatcha doin'?" George asked, smiling.

Polly was very confused. She didn't quite understand where she was, so she was looking around trying to get her mind on straight. When she realized that she was asleep on the floor of the library, she relaxed a little. Polly stretched her arms over her head, and yawned.

"Sleeping I guess," Polly said. Her voice was hoarse, and her back hurt from the uncomfortable position.

George smiled, and sat beside her. They were under one of the windows. Polly had thought that the natural light would be lovely to read in, but the heat must have helped in her dozing off. George pulled on knee up, and rested his arm on it. Polly let her head fall back against the window pane. Her eyes were squeezed tightly, trying to block out the sun. "I wanted to say thank you," George said finally, looking over at Polly. She rolled her head over to look at him.

"For what?" she asked, watching as his eyes fell down to his hands. He picked at a nail.

"Ron told me about the gift you left from us. It was really sweet of you to think of not only Fred and I but of Harry. Ron said you thanked him and were sitting with him," George explained, letting his head fall back just as Polly had. Polly continued to watch his features. "You're just too good to us."

"I just thought you'd want him to have some kind of get well soon gift," Polly said, smiling.

"Better than the toilet seat we tried to bring him," he said, grinning.

"Excuse me?"