This might be the last update I will make in a month. I don't have the internet at home and it's almost break.

I'll write more, but it might not be up for a bit.

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I curse out loud as I try and make out zooming objects through the sleet that is currently pelting me. Angelina was right to be worried about today's game, I haven't a clue what the score is.

"Watch it!" I hear as Katie flies by my right, Quaffle in hand, and quickly disappears into the grey sky.

"Can you see a bloody thing?" Fred asks as he appears beside me, shivering.

I shake my head. "Not the slightest." I reply as we both search the sky for the seemingly non-existent Bludgers.

"You think they'll call it?" He asks me, eyes never meeting mine, constantly searching.

"No clue," I state, zooming quickly a foot to my left to bat away a Bludger. "I don't remember the last time I was able to make out the score."

"At this point I'd be content losing and making up points next game. If we're unable to locate Bludgers, how do you think Harry's doing?" Fred asks.

I wipe away the sleet that has collected on my face and turn my back to Fred, attempting to make out something…anything. "As long as the snitch is caught soon, I don't give a shit. My gloves are soaked through." I peel them off and ring out what water I can.

"Oi!"

I turn quickly towards my twin's voice and am hit with instant pain.

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I open my eyes slowly, and am surprised to see my team mates around me. I take in my surrounding before they notice that I have awakened. Great. The hospital wing, I suppose that explains the intense pain in my head.

It's Fred that first realizes that my eyes are open. Call it twin intuition.

He smiles at me, the closest person to my bed, and places his hand on my arm. "Well good morning there, honey. Decide to join us did you?"

Through his joking, I can see the relief on his face, and that's what bothers me. Not the face that I'm in a hospital bed, but that he had reason to worry. We probably worry about each other more than our mom worries about us, and if you've ever met my mom, that's saying something. He notices my reaction to his question, and quickly looks down, hiding his face from mine. Even being twins doesn't let you escape from being bashful.

"What happened," I ask, gaining the rest of the room's attention, and slowly pushing myself up to a sitting position, much to the opposition of my body.

Angelina answers me. "Bludger his you in the side of the head…you must have fallen a good 30 feet."

I look at my twin, who is still avoiding my eyes. No wonder he was worried.

"We win?" I asking, looking around at my team mates.

"Yeah," Harry replies. "Just barely…10 points. I had no idea of the score, just saw the Snitch and grabbed it."

Madame Pomfrey enters the room and shoos the team away, promising Fred he can come back once he showers and changes, understanding his not wanting to leave me. She makes me drink a sleeping potion, and the room fades from my vision into blackness.

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I open my eyes and instantly squint at the sunlight streaming through the window. The first thing I notice is the lack of pain I feel and I smile to myself.

"Hey you,"

I jump and quickly turn my head to the left, seeing Hermione's smiling face.

"Um…hi," I lamely reply.

"Fred had to go to detention. Madame Pomfrey told me that you could leave when you woke up as long as I walked you to dinner and back to the common room after."

"Thank you," I reply, pulling the sheet off of myself, to the realization that I'm only in my boxers. I stand up beside the bed and search for clothing. "Do you-"

"Your clothes are at the foot of your bed," Hermione says blushing.

I thank her and quickly pull on my pants and shirt, bending down to tie my shoes. "Why are you here?" I ask her, standing up again.

"I wanted to make sure that you were all right," she replies, avoiding my eyes.

I smile and gesture towards the hall. She takes the incentive and leads me out to the Great Hall. "So," I start, after we walked a small distance. "Have you thought any on my offer?"

She doesn't reply for a few seconds and we walk in silence when she suddenly stops. I look at her in confusion and turn, facing her.

"Why'd you ask me?" She asks, looking fiercely up at me. "You're two years older than me and you're my best friend's brother. You probably could have had any other girl…so why me?"

I bring my right hand up and ruffle my hair; an old nervous habit I have, and breathe in deep before answering her. I look at my feet and shrug. "Maybe I didn't want just any other girl. A dance is a dance, Hermione, not a contract. I just want to have fun for a night with a great girl before the holiday break. What's wrong with that?"

She bites her bottom lip and narrows her eyes at me. "That's it? You just want to enjoy the dance? Because if you think taking me is going to get you or your brother out of detentions…"

"Hermione," I say slightly annoyed. "I swear, that's it."

"Alright then, George." She states. "I'll go with you."

"Alright then." I reply, void of much emotion. Inside however, I was ecstatic. We're just going as friends, but that's okay by me.

We didn't talk for the rest of the way to the Great Hall and took seats across from each other. Fred was already sitting, so I joined in conversation with him about a prank we were planning for the holiday dance. We decided on nothing too big, but enough to demonstrate that it was our last year at Hogwarts.

I look up to see Ginny running towards Hermione and jump to sit down beside her.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow after classes?" She asked excitedly. "I need to get new dress robes and Dumbledore set it up so that we could go."

Ginny was grinning non-stop. It made me smile to see her so excited.

"Sure Ginny, I'll go with you…who are you going to the dance with?" Hermione replied.

"Dean Thomas," Ginny replied without the slightest touch of blush rising to her cheeks. "He's liked me for a while, but I only agreed so I'd have a date. Are you going with someone, Hermione?" She asked as Harry and Ron sat down beside her.

"Yeah Hermione," Harry mimicked. "You going with anyone to the dance?"

I smile and raise my eyebrows to her, and she looks down blushing, not un-noticed by Fred, who elbows me in the side, grinning.

Ginny squeals. "Hermione! Who are you going with?"

"Your brother," I hear Hermione mumble, and laugh to myself.

"You're going with Ron!" Ginny proclaims as Hermione's face gets even more red.

Ron, confused as always, chooses this moment to speak up. "I'm not going with Hermione…" He states.

"Who then?" Ginny asks confused.

"Me," I finally speak up. "Isn't that so Hermione?"

She nods and Ginny explodes in laughter. Not exactly the reaction I was thinking of, but it was better than Ron's obvious anger. Not like I didn't see that coming from a mile away.

"George?" Ginny asks, finally catching her breath. "You're going with George?"

Hermione looks up at her, blush fading away. "Why not?"

Ginny shrugged. "I always thought that you liked Ron is all."

"Who says that I'm going with him because I like him?" Hermione asks her, blush returning, and noticed by all.

"I think you just answered that yourself," Ron stated and walked away in anger.

She looks up at me, and I take that opportunity to wink at her, causing her to cover her face with her hands in embarrassment. "And you were worried." Fred says in my ear. I look around and see students leaving the Hall, signaling the end of dinner. I lean over the table to Hermione. "Walk you to the common room?" I ask, watching Ginny and Harry's bemused faces.

"Okay," she replies timidly.