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Everyone else was asleep but the peaceful state seemed to be eluding her. Every time she'd close her eyes she'd see that troll bearing down on her and Hermione, or she'd see a flash of green light she couldn't quite place. She felt a shiver run down her body as she stared up into the inky blackness and felt tears prickle the back of her eyes. She could hear Hermione Lavender and Pravati's breathing around her even and calm, all of them were asleep and she wished she could drift off to.
Her mind was adrift though, thoughts crowded in on one another, rolling and tumbling around in her brain. They wouldn't shut off. Thoughts like would her life have been different if her parents were still alive, how would her life be different, why was she always the one that everything happened to. She gave up it was futile. She couldn't sleep; she kicked the blankets back and put her feet on the cold floor. She pulled her robe around her and padded down the stairs. The flickering fire light casting shadows against the wall, greeted her but someone she wasn't expecting was also there. She knew it was George she could always tell the difference she wasn't sure how, but there was something different about them. She'd never mixed them up not once in the short time she'd known them.
"George," She whispered as she got to the last stone step, her feet pressed into the stone, coldness once again seeping into her body.
George turned his head and smiled, "Aimee what are you doing up,"
"I could ask you the same thing, its two in the morning." She smiled gently. He looked at her auburn hair falling down her back her eyes a haunting green, as he looked at her he could almost see her wrestling with her demons. He could see the tears about to spill from her emerald eyes and he wanted to hold her, comfort her. He had been sitting here for an hour he'd watched the golden quartet make their way upstairs, he'd waved Fred up and he'd watched the rest of the room empty, as the hour waned on. He'd sat and stared at the fire place, he stared at the flickering reds and oranges he'd almost lost her that's all he could think about he'd almost lost and he'd just found her. When he'd heard her voice he'd been startled he'd turned to look at her and almost felt like he was seeing a ghost.
"I couldn't sleep," he gestured her closer, he just wanted her closer wanted to hold her make sure she was really there solid and in front of him, not just a figment of his imagination.
She looked at him, his blue eyes held a ghost she couldn't quite place. She looked at his outstretched hand, she stepped off the step and towards him, she placed her smaller hand in his and felt a bit of warmth seep into her body, driving the cold from he moved over on the couch and she sat down next to him. He never let go of her hand but she wasn't going to protest, with his hand in hers she felt like she was actually connected to something that she was going to be ok. He seemed to chase her demons away.
"Do you want to talk about it," he whispered he had to know, he had to figure out what was wrong with her but at the same time he didn't want to upset the balance they had going on, he didn't want her to move her hand from his, for with her tiny hand in his he finally was convinced she was still alive still with him. He hadn't lost her as he'd feared.
She shivered and leaned into his warmth. "I couldn't sleep I kept seeing that troll seeing green light and wondering what my life would be like I if I'd never lost my parents. Her whispered words barley reached him but they did reach him. He pulled her a bit closer and rubbed circles in her hand were they were still connected.
"You're ok, you're here," he whispered almost more for himself then for her.
"Why are you down here," he wrestled with whether or not to tell her the truth. Finally he just told her,.
"I was worried about you, I couldn't quite wrap my mind around the fact that you were ok, you scared the living daylights out of my Miss Aimee." He watched as shock washed over her features in the flickering fire light.
"I didn't know you cared that much," she whispered this was a new side of George, she always thought of the twins as pranksters off for the next best joke always having to top the one before, he just smiled he didn't want to say anything to break the spell that seemed to be over them. As the fire light bathed them in its warmth she finally let her eyes close, she leaned into him resting her head on his chest and drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
He watched her sleep, he brushed her hair from her face and watched her breath, she was alive she was safe she was in his arms, he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. He felt sleep over take him and holding her securely he slid down on the couch letting his eyes drift shut as he held her to him. That is how they were found the next morning. Snuggled together on the common room couch. Her head on his chest his hand intertwined with hers.
A/N thanks for all the reviews. Everyone was amazing. Please review sorry for the long wait. No this doesn't mean that Aimee and George are suddenly going to get together she's only eleven he's only 13 they'll get together but not for a few years.