Yayy! I'm updating again. I'm going to give a big THANKYOUSOEFFINGMUCH to all my reviewers!! And to Sterling Fire Kittie: Your reviews make me laugh every time! Yes, I had George use Ron's signature line-but I think it's just such a great Weasley line hehe . Okay nobody cares-back to the story

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"B-Bloody Hell."

Anna looked up and saw George standing there positively gaping at her. She began to feel extremely nervous. Katie noticed Anna's discomfort, and ran to her aid. "See! I told you he would be speechless!" she said happily. George continued to gape at Anna. Katie slapped him across the face. That got his attention.

"What the bloody hell was that for Katie?"

"You were awkwardly staring," said Katie, looking at George expectantly.

"Oh…er…sorry. I-I just…er…"muttered George.

"You're babbling, and neither of us can hear it," said Katie fiercely.

"Relax Katie. Go find Matt, I can handle the mumbler myself," said Anna. Katie winked at her as she passed, and gave George a look of disgust.

"C'mon Weasley, pull it together!" said Anna, not slapping George as well.

"Er…sorry. It's just that you look beautiful," he said. She was in a floor-length black dress, which was very fitted. Her long black hair was perfectly shiny and straight, and she had it hanging down so it reached just past her shoulders. Her slight bang just covered her left eye, so she looked mysterious. Around her neck hung a simple silver necklace with a small black charm.

"Oh...er…thanks," she said. She began to blush. "Should we…er…get going then?" she asked. George nodded, put an arm around her waist, and led her into the Great Hall. It was covered in ice sculptures and Christmas trees. George and Anna went over to where Fred, Angelina, Lee, Alicia, Katie, and Matt (A/N I can't remember who Katie Bell took to the Yule Ball in the books-I think she went with George actually!) were sitting. They took the two remaining seats next to Lee, and looked up to where Dumbledore sat with the seekers from each team (A/N I'm making it the four seekers as opposed to the four triwizard champions) Dumbledore was on his feet, clearly making a speech. Trouble was, Anna and George couldn't hear it from where they were seated. Plus, Fred continued to crack jokes for the merit of others. Soon enough, Dumbledore sat down, and the four seekers took the floor and began to dance. Within the first two songs half of Hogwarts had joined them on the dance floor, including Katie, Matt, Fred, and Angelina. Fred and Angelina were dancing so violently that people were beginning to back away in fear. George looked at Anna and gestured wordlessly toward the dance floor. She smiled and nodded. George took her hand and led her out to the dance floor.

It seemed as if they had been dancing for days, yet it had only been four songs. Anna was beginning to feel out of breath.

"Wanna go get drinks?" asked George as a fifth song began to play. Anna nodded, relieved. They walked over to the drink table, got themselves a glass of water each, and then sat down on a bench outside in the cool air.

"So…" said George somewhat lamely.

"I guess it's talking time," said Anna, grinning. The two had not exchanged more than a word all evening. Sure, they had danced together for a long time, but they hadn't really talked at all since the other morning on the Quidditch pitch.

"So tell me," continued Anna, "How would you describe yourself, George Weasley?"

"How do you mean?" he asked.

"Well, the other day, I told you a load of personal stuff about me, and you haven't told me anything about you. So, start talking, Weasley," she said, still grinning.

"Let's see then, where to begin with the George Weasley story…" he said. "Well, as you know, I have a big family. I have five brothers, three older, one twin, and one younger. I also have a sister, Ginny. She's in third year. My parents are both wizards, but that doesn't make me a pureblood fanatic or any rubbish like that. My dad works at the Ministry, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves muggles, it's rather odd," he said.

"So that's the George Weasley story?" asked Anna.

"Not exactly, that's only about my family, which is all you told me about during our episode of 'The Life and Times of Anna Roth'," he said.

"I see…wanna go for a walk?" she asked.

"Sure."

They got up and began to walk away from the castle, towards the grounds. As they walked, they made plenty of small talk.

"So what do your brothers do now that they've left Hogwarts?" asked Anna.

"Well, Bill, who's the oldest, works and a Gringotts in Egypt. Charlie's in Romania working with dragons, and Percy's only a year out of Hogwarts, he works at the Ministry with that Barty Crouch bloke," he replied.

"Wait-wasn't Percy Head Boy last year?" she asked.

"That's Percy for you," muttered George grimly.

"You're not a prefect are you?" asked Anna, grinning.

"Nah, I cause too much trouble," he said with a laugh. "Are You?"

"Are you kidding me? Dumbledore would never put me in charge of other people!" she laughed.

"Yes, you are far too much of a troublemaker, Roth."

"So, tell me about you now, not just your family," she said.

"Well, what can I say? I'm part of the dynamic duo. I don't know why, but I enjoy causing mayhem inside and outside classrooms. There's really no purpose to my prank pulling, when I really think about it, but it's a good laugh I guess," he said.

"I see," said Anna with a small laugh. "I guess the real George Weasley isn't nearly as complex as others."

"Nah, what you see is what you get with me," said George. "How about you?"

"Well, as I've already told you, I never knew my parents. All I know is that they were muggles, since I was raised in a muggle orphanage. I don't even know if they're dead or not, they might have just left me on the streets for all I know. I guess the story of my life is a bit more depressing than yours, Weasley," she said with a smile.

"So what was the orphanage like?" he asked. She grimaced and looked away. "That bad?" he asked quietly. She nodded. "I probably would have been happier being raised by Voldemort," she said grimly. George flinched slightly when she said the name.

"What? You don't say 'Voldemort'? There's nothing wrong with a name!" she said, sounding somewhat amused.

"I know-but it's no much easier to just not say it," he said quickly. Anna laughed.

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself," she recited in a singsong voice.

"Who'd you hear that from? Dumbledore?" he asked.

"As a matter of fact, yes I did," she said, grinning.

"I see. Wow, Roth, quoting the Headmaster, what a teacher's pet," he said; now grinning as well. She scowled. "You'll pay for that, Weasley!" she shouted and, noticing her tone, he began to run away, only to look back and find her chasing him. She chased after him for about five minutes before he gave up. He lied himself down on the grass, panting. She sat down next to him, not even out of breath. Instead, she smiled down at him.

"Look where we are, Weasley," she said. They had run all the way to the Quidditch pitch, and were now sitting in almost the exact same spot that they had sat merely two days previously.

"Of all the places to end up…" muttered George. Anna laughed at him. George noticed something as she laughed.

"Wait a minute-wasn't your necklace black a second ago?" he asked in surprise. She looked down; the stone on her necklace was now a pale turquoise.

"Hmm…it hasn't been this light blue for a while now," she said.

"Wait-so that necklace changes colors?" George questioned, becoming more and more confused by the minute.

"Yes, Weasley," she said exasperatedly. "It's a mood necklace. Whatever color the stone is, reflects the mood I'm in."

"Oh," he said, finally beginning to understand. "So what mood is light blue?"

"Happy," she said, smiling.

"And what's black then?"

"I think it's just like a default mood. It's like, peaceful, or something," she replied.

"Oh I get it," he said. "So what other moods are there?"

"Well, I've only ever seen dark blue, which is sad, and green, which is jealous. I can't remember what anger is," she said, now gazing off in thought.

"When was it dark blue?" he asked cautiously.

"For the first eleven years of my life, Weasley," she said, not smiling anymore.

"Oh…er…I'm sorry…"

"Don't be, you have every right to ask questions!"

George hastened to change the subject. "So…" he said, "Are you staying here fore the holidays?"

"Definitely," replied Anna. "Are you?"

"Now I am," he said, grinning.

"Then I need to get you a Christmas present!" said Anna in mock-panic.

"Blimey! How am I supposed to know what to get you?" he asked.

"George Weasley! Are you trying to tell me you asked me to a dance without even having gotten me a Christmas present? I'm disappointed," she said, laughing.

"I guess you're never going to want to speak to me again. Well, it was nice knowing you, Roth," said George, as he began to get up from the ground.

"Now you wait just one minute Weasley!" she said, still laughing, as she tugged him back toward the ground.

"Well, doesn't this seem familiar?" said George of their current position. Anna laughed and nodded. Then she asked him a peculiar question.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Er…no…why do you ask?" George said, now perplexed.

"Is your stomach going to growl at any point in the near future?"

"Er…I don't think so…"

"Good," said Anna, as she pulled him right over to her and kissed him full on the mouth.

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Meanwhile, the Yule Ball had ended a mere ten minutes previously. Nearly everyone had gone to bed, only Harry, Ron, Fred, and Lee remained in the common room. Ron was looking very disgruntled from where he was sitting by the fire.

"Ah jeez, Ickle Ronniekins is acting all sad. Now why might that be?" asked Fred in mock-concern.

"Hermione Granger," muttered Ron.

"Ah, what did you do to the poor girl this time?"

"Can't you go bother someone else? Where's George anyway?"

"I haven't the faintest idea, little bro," said Fred cheerfully.

"Er…I think I found George," said Harry. He happened to be sitting right by the one window in the Gryffindor common room that had a clear view of the Quidditch Pitch. Sue enough, George's vivid red hair was clearly visible even from a distance.

"Bloody hell, looks like Georgie's getting some action!" cried Lee.

"See, Ron, this is what I'm trying to teach you. George know how to act around the ladies. Therefore, he's down on the Quidditch Pitch snogging a brilliant, beautiful girl who really likes him! Now you could have been doing that, but no. You have to act like the world's biggest prat around the brilliant, beautiful girl that really lies you. Er…really liked you," said Fred.

"Git."

"That's the right attitude!"

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"Bloody Hell."

"Honestly, Weasley! How many bloody times are you going to say that tonight?"

"Bloody Hell."

"Not funny."

Anna and George were walking back up to the castle together. It seemed like the walk went by all too fast for them. They were at the hallway which led one way to the Slytherin common room, and one way to Gryffindor.

"So…what does this mean for us?" asked Anna.

"Well…er…I guess I should make this official. Anna, will you be my girlfriend?" said George nervously.

"Eh…okay Weasley. But, if I'm your girlfriend now, you better have a damn good Christmas gift waiting for me," said Anna, winking at him. As George began to stutter, she kissed him on the cheek, and ran off. Not wanting to be caught by Filch, George set off for the common room, now feeling slightly paniced as to how close Christmas was.

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(A/N)Ehh…I'm not a fan of my writing this chapter. Oh well, Merry Christmas!