**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.

He frowned as he saw the first tear leak out drop down my cheek. I didn't give him the chance to say anything. I just wanted to get away from him. I would have rather have felt that knife stab back into my chest. It hurts to know someone loves you but not enough to marry you.

I disapparated away. I crumpled to the floor as I apparated in. The damp, cool air caused goose bumps to pop up all over my skin. I let my tears flow. I was only there for a few minutes before I heard the door open and feet thump down the stairs.

"Deirdra?" Cedric said as he first saw me. "What's wrong?" He asked as he realized I was crying. I didn't answer him. He dropped to the floor next to me and pulled me into his arms. He just held me silently as I cried.

When I finally stopped crying, Cedric spoke again.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked cautiously. I shook my head no. How could I talk to my best friend, who is in love with me, about my boyfriend, who doesn't want to marry me? I wasn't even sure why I had come here. It might have been better to go to Con or Unkie Aber.

I hung out with Cedric for a few hours. He kept making me watch him perform spells he'd learned and challenging me to one up him. I always won. It was funny to see him get agitated over getting beat by me. I knew he'd been practicing hard and felt bad but I didn't want to give him a false security in his abilities.

"That's it! I need a tutor. You could tutor me!" He said excitedly. "It's perfect. I get to learn and spend time with you!" I couldn't resist his excitement and I smiled. He looked at me as if waiting for an answer.

"Okay. I can do that." I said with a smile. "But it won't be all fun and games." I warned him seriously. He whooped in joy, picking me up and swinging me around in a hug. I laughed. What have I gotten myself into? I thought with a smile.

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Dear Dee,

I miss you. I wish you would quit avoiding me. I really want to talk to you… I want to understand how you are feeling. I realize what I said about the word "married" hurt your feelings. I'd really like the chance to explain myself to you.

I love you. Please write back.

Love,
George

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I tossed his letter in the trash and refused to think about it anymore.

A few days later, I received another owl. The writing outside of the letter looked like George's but I opened it anyways.

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Dear Deirdra,

I need your advice. Please come meet me at the address on the outside of this letter. Meet me in the first room on the right. I'd really appreciate it.

Thanks,

Fred

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The letter had surprised me. Fred's writing was similar to George's. I supposed I should help him out with whatever it was he needed advice on. Just because I was upset with George, didn't mean I couldn't help out Fred. Though his instructions about where exactly to meet him was weird. I would have to go there before I headed to Hogwarts. I just hoped George wasn't there. I really wasn't ready to talk to him yet...

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~~~DELETED CHAPTER: STUPID MIRRORS ~~~~~~

I apparated into the abandoned building. Well, I had thought it was abandoned. Now that I was actually there I could see that it was a storage building for Weasley Wheezes products. I considered for a second that this could be a prank but pushed the thought aside. I turned into the first room, just like he had told me to, but it was dark.

"Hello? Fred?" I asked into the darkness and moving through the doorway. As soon as I cleared the doorway, the door slammed shut. I turned to the door, trying to yank it open, but it was locked. I turned back to the room as I heard footsteps. I kept my back against the door and pulled out my wand, igniting it with light so I could see. The whole room lit up, the light reflecting off every inch of the room. Each wall was covered in mirrors, as well as the ceiling. I heard footsteps again and invisified. Looking around the room I could still see myself in the mirrors. I frowned. I forgot about that… I moved into the center of the room. I felt magic tingle around me. Uh oh… I tried to move again but now my feet were stuck to the floor.

"I've caught you now!" The voice laughed from nowhere, echoing off the mirrored walls. I glared around the room.

"What kind of joke is this Fred?" I demanded.

"No joke." Came the reply and suddenly there was movement across from me as an invisibility cloak was pulled off.

"George!" I shouted, as he appeared before me. "What are you doing?" He smiled.

"Catching you, of course." He replied. I glared at him. Stupid mirrors!

"I don't feel like talking to you right now." I said haughtily, crossing my arms.

"Well, I'm gonna talk, whether you do or not." He replied. I was out of here. I wasn't going to let him trap me here. I pulled my feet out of my boots and was careful not to step on the floor. George watched me curiously. Then I disapparated.

It felt like I hit a brick wall and I fell to the floor. Looking up, I saw I was in the same room still and George was grinning down at me.

"Don't you think I know you pretty well by now?" He laughed cockily. "Enchantment to keep you from disapparating out. Brilliant, eh?" I glared at him as I pulled myself up off the floor, thankful that his sticking charm on the floor had worn off. "I'm tired of you avoiding me. So, this is an intervention for avoidance. You can't avoid me here." He said seriously. My blood pressure was rising. I hated that he was doing this to me. I was trapped and revealed. I couldn't hide or leave, which is what I wanted to do. I continued glaring at him. "So, to start off, let's clarify. You are mad at me because?..." He asked with an attitude.

"George. IF I didn't love you so much, you'd be a dead man already." I said in a severely strained voice.

"So you're mad at me because you love me and can't kill me?" He asked, taking what I'd said as the answer to his question even though he knew it wasn't my answer to the question. My anger rose to another level. He was patronizing me!

"NO! I'm bloody mad because you are trapping me here! I wasn't mad at you before! I was just upset! You hurt my feelings when you said you didn't want to marry me!" I shouted angrily, tears now streaking down my face. Magic burst from me and the glass of the mirrors shattered, spraying glass all over the room.

Silence echoed as the last pieces trickled to the floor. George still stood where he was. He looked shocked, then angry. I'd never really seen George angry before. His jaw tightened and eyes hardened.

"So you're going to throw a fit like a spoiled little brat who doesn't get her way?" He shouted. I tried to say something but he cut me off. "You assume way too much! And you know what they say about assuming? You make an ass out of you and me!" I gulped nervously. He was quite intimidating when he was mad. "I never said I didn't want to marry you. I just told you not to use that word. Reason why is because I know that if anyone in my family hears you do so, it will get back to my Mum. My Mum likes you, yes, but I know she'll flip out if she thought we were getting married. She thinks we're too young." He finished, winded and slightly deflated. I looked downward, guiltily. I had done it again. I got upset over some misunderstanding. Inwardly, I growled in frustration at myself. We stood in silence for a few more moments. "Sorry I yelled." He apologized, much to my surprise. I didn't think he needed to apologize. I didn't say anything though in reply. I knew I should but I was so embarrassed about how I'd acted that I couldn't bring myself to say anything. "Dee, please, show yourself." George begged, pain showing on his face. I felt ready to cry but I was sick of always crying to I held back the tears as best as possible. I became visible and flourished my wand, fixing the mirrors.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly as the last piece fit itself into place.

"I love you Dee. I hate it when you are upset with me. Of course I want to marry you eventually. How could I not? If I didn't want to, what's the point of the relationship? It's not like I get to see you all the time and you're always doing something dangerous and you're ornery as heck…" he listed off draw backs of being with me, but in humor so I'd know he was only teasing about complaining. I smiled and he grinned in return. "Come here, my silly, beautiful woman." He commanded, holding out his arms in welcome. I went to him and we embraced. "Now, no more getting upset at me." George said. I laughed.

"Next time, I'm gonna make use of that book Da gave me for Christmas." I said, muffled against his chest. He laughed.

"So, first order of business now that you love me again—"

"George! I never stopped loving you." I cut in. He raised his eyebrows in mock disbelief. I smacked him lightly.

"Oh! And the abuse begins again!" He dramatically complained with a grin. I laughed.

"George! I love you, you ornery git!" I exclaimed.

"Well, of course you do." He grinned and kissed me before I could retort. The best part of fighting… making up. I thought happily.

***Hope you enjoyed this Deleted scene and chapter. Hopefully it doesn't confuse anyone. I decided I didn't want to have it in the story today and totally changed up the end of the previous chapter and decided this one would be deleted but then I wanted to share it with you guys anyways. =)