So much fluff bros. ALSO: I have decided that I'm going to update this every Saturday morning / Friday night, and my other story Focus will be updated on Wednesdays. Narnia will just kind of happen when it happens. But yeah, that's the scoop. Saturdays is Polly day.

For the next few days, Polly worked on course work and planning out the perfect surprise for George. Angelina had been right, her idea was awesome. It was just what she needed to really surprise him with something cute. For extra effect, they decided that they would set everything for Friday night, so he'll expect the date tomorrow and be pleasantly surprised that it was that night instead.

"Everything set up?" Polly asked. Justin nodded. "I owe you one for helping me out, and tell Luna I said thanks for the help. It would've taken me all day running around to do it myself."

"You know I'd do anything for you," Justin said. "We're family."

"Yeah, we are." Polly smiled, and hugged Justin. As they pulled away, Tanya came into the common room with a grin.

"Places everyone, the eagle has landed," she said, clapping her hands together.

"Alrighty, I'm off then."

George watched everyone else walk out of the Quidditch changing room while he stayed quietly behind, fiddling with the folded piece of paper in his pocket. He had no idea what it was, and was anxious to look at it. He thought that Polly might've slipped it in his pocket when they spent a few minutes together before practice. Since he changed into his quidditch robes shortly after, he didn't find it until now. Once everyone was out, except for Fred who was waiting with an impatient expression, he took out the paper and unfolded it. It wasn't a cute note like he had thought, instead, all it said was 'it started here.' In Polly's cursive writing.

"Whatcha got there?" Fred asked, suddenly curious opposed to impatient. Fred read the short sentence over George's shoulder. "Who wrote that? Makes no sense."

George smiled, "Makes perfect sense," he said. "I'm going up to the lake before I head back up to the school. You gunna come?"

"You've peaked my interest. What's going here that I don't know about?"

"I'm not sure yet," he said, walking out of the changing room. Fred followed behind.

When they got to the lake, George made a beeline for the little rose bush, tucked away safely in the line of bushes. Tucked between two of the stems at the bottom was another folded piece of paper. He unfolded this one, read the few words on it, and shoved it into his pocket with the other.

"Well?"

"My table in the library," he said.

"What?"

"That's what the note said this time."

"Are we on a treasure hunt, right now?"

"Yeah, I think so. But I think I already know what the prize is."

In the library, George walked over to Polly's favourite table, the one that got the most sunlight on her back, And saw a little note propped up.

"Oh, I get it. This is some date thing," Fred said. "Well if that's the case, give me your quidditch stuff – I'm going to the common room." Fred took George's things.

"Thanks," he said, smiling,

"You're welcome, have fun!"

When Fred was gone, George picked up the little piece of paper and read it. Our first kiss (at Hogwarts). He smiled looking at the small scrawl. He knew it was Polly, he could tell it was her hand writing, and she's the only one he's ever kissed – but he'd deny that when asked. He started walking towards the hallway where Polly had surprised George with a kiss. It was after quidditch practise one night, and really caught him off guard.

Off to the side, on the window sill was the last little folded note. It said where we hide from Fred sometimes. It was just down at the end of this hallway. It took them a while to even figure out that behind a painting of a griffon there was a room, it was so small that they didn't even realize it was anything when they looked on the marauder's map. Polly figured it out, actually. She had stopped to admire the painting one day, and through her amazement and genuine cooing at the painting, it opened, revealing a small room, not even half the size of a classroom.

The painting nearly flew open when George got near it. Behind it, Polly was standing with her arms behind her back, and her head pointed to her shoes. The room was decorated with candles, enchanted to float in the air – and a harp was enchanted to play music.

"What's all this, love?"

"I wanted to surprise you," she said, looking up and smiling sheepishly. "Surprise!"

George looked around for a minute, and his smile grew so wide Polly thought maybe he was faking it. Until he took three long strides and picked her up around the waist, spinning her around a few times before setting her back on her feet. He moved his hands from her waist to her neck, and leaned down to kiss her. This kiss was their most confident. Neither one was shy about, and there was no reason to be hesitant. The ball was rolling, and no one could stop it now.

Polly put her hands on his waist, trailing one up the front of his shirt to stop on his chest. This wasn't just a kiss – they were making out! Polly was so excited. She'd never made out with a boy so she had virtually no idea what she was doing. And the same goes for George, although, he was more used to winging it and going off of what he feels. He could sense her slight panic, and he gently rubbed his thumb back and forth on her cheek, effectively calming her down. She relaxed, and let herself open up to instinct.

George pulled away for a second to look into Polly's eyes. They were full of concern, and what he thought may be a need for feedback. And he was right, she wanted to know how she did. But instead of answering her, he just brought their lips back together. His passionate kiss enough to make her feel wanted. They moved their lips together slowly, just enjoying the feeling of each other, this new experience sent both of their stomach's tumbling with delight. George pulled away again, staying close and staring into the eyes he was always so captivated by.

"Thank you, this is beautiful," George said, smiling.

"I thought you might like it, since you're such a romantic." Polly smiled, pressing a quick kiss against his lips once more. "Dance with me."

"Anytime," he said, putting a hand on her hip and taking hold of her hand with his. Together, they spun around the room playfully. Polly giggled when George let go of her waist to spin his prize under his arm, only to bring them back together again, this time closer. "You're sweet to do all this," he said. They'd stopped spinning, and were now just slowly moving with each other, until he spoke there was nothing but the harp and a comfortable silence in the air. She smiled, and set her head on his chest. He propped his chin on top of her head, loving the height difference between the two of them. She didn't want to ruin the moment with words. There was no need.

For thirty minutes of beautiful silence, the pair spun around the room occasionally switching between spinning around and giggling and moving slowly together. It was perfect.

Polly pulled away first, leaving him feeling alone at the loss of contact. She told him that she'd be right back when she escaped out the painting quickly. George looked around the room again, taking every detail in before she returned. He was in awe at the effort she put in just for him. When she came back, she had two mugs in her hands and a small bag hanging from her mouth. She looked slightly embarassed at the less-than-ladylike entrance but he just chuckled, and took the bag out from between her lips.

"I tried telling Tanya to just stick it under my arm but she wouldn't listen," Polly said, smiling.

"She never listens," he said. They both laughed.

"So what is this? A remake of the day at the burrow," he asked, sitting beside Polly against the wall.

"You remembered," she said. He just smiled, and took a cookie. She wasn't surprised, he always seemed to remember everything about her. If only he thought about school as much. "It's the day I realized how much I needed to be with you."

George looked over at her, and smiled softly, dunking one of the chocolate chips into the hot chocolate. "You needed to be with me?"

"Yes," she said, very seriously. He believed her. She looked into her mug seemingly so calm while his mind ran wild. He was well aware that she liked him back – he knew that much. But he didn't realize how much.

"Well, you got me."

"I did."

Still, they made nothing 'official' but they hardly needed to at this point. Not only would anyone be dense to try and make a move on either of them, but they wouldn't take the bait. Everyone could see how genuinely head over heels they were for each other.

When Polly walked into the common room, all of her friends were sitting in the common room. Cedric, Tanya, Justin, and even Anya – who she hadn't spoken to in a while – were on the couches, chatting. But, as soon as Polly walked into the room, they all turned and looked at her, small smiles dawning their faces. She didn't even bother waiting for them to ask: she just spilled her guts and like predators they lapped up the information, nodding at every new detail.

Cedric and Justin just wanted to know that she was happy and that George was being nice to her – that's all they really cared about. Tanya and Anya however wanted to know every juicy detail. Anya was dating this guy from Durmstrang that she met over the summer, so she needed this to live vicariously through Polly, and Tanya had the worst luck with men so she wanted to hear all about it. She was jealous of Polly, sure, but her happiness for her friend outweighed the pity party going on in her head.

"I'm so happy for you," Anya said, getting up to hug Polly. "This has definitely been a long time coming."

"No kidding," Justin said, laughing along with Cedric as Polly glared at both of them.

"They're not wrong, how long did the crushing part go on between you two? Like three years?" Tanya asked, giggling along with the boys. Polly pouted, and everyone just laughed. Polly had no reason to pout, everything was pretty much going her way.

The next day, while walking to greenhouse, George caught up with her. He grabbed her hand before he even spoke.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asked, swinging her hand.

"Going to check on my project," Polly said, "and now that you're already on route you can come check yours too."

"But Professor Sprout said that she'll only be there for an hour after lunch on weekends," he said, looking at his watch. "It's only ten."

"Yes well, I didn't want to be tripping over everyone so I got special permission to go early." Polly held up a shiny gold key for greenhouse number three. "You know, if you don't cause a bunch of trouble then the professors trust you."

"Eh, what do we need their trust for?" George asked, Polly shook her head. The weather was beautiful, only a few lingering white clouds were in the otherwise perfectly blue sky. The sun beating down on them warmly but a nice breeze running through the air. There wouldn't be many nice days like this much longer.

"Don't be silly – there are a million things you can use trust for."

"Like what?"

"For you... nothing comes to mind."

"That's what I thought."