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"You're sure you don't want more?" squeaked one of the kitchen elves.

I looked down at the heaping plate of brownies. I'd only had a couple, but somehow being with George made me a lot less hungry. I suppose the butterflies need lots of room to flutter around in my stomach.

"Oh, yes. I'm very full... Thank you, though. They were delicious." I smiled. The elf looked crestfallen, but retreated further into the kitchens.

Beside me was my favorite redhead, surrounded by other scantily-clad elves equipped with different desserts. Unlike myself, though, he didn't feel the need to decline any of it. I don't think I'll ever be able to figure out how he keeps his form. I mean, the boy is a bottomless pit, yet he has one of the best bodies I've ever seen... Quidditch works wonders, that's for sure.

I remember when he was just a lanky first-year on the Hogwarts Express. Even then I had admired his mischievous streak, though I didn't fancy him. That took a little more time. Anyhow, after a little Quidditch under his belt, he got much more attractive. He was still skinny, but in a different way—just a six letter word: muscle. It's a very nice thing. Not to mention he had matured and no longer looked so young... Also not mentioning that his personality itself had began to make me go crazy—I couldn't get him out of my head! ...Hell, I still can't, obviously. Anyhow, the combination of those three things made him my perfect man.

Goodness. I'm getting so enamored with him.

"Here, we just made this! It's delicious, you'll love it!" an elf hoisted a bowl of chocolate mousse into the air in front of that red-headed perfection.

"This is a new recipe!" cried another, pushing the other elf out of the way.

Other elves shouted similar praises about their respective dishes. There was one towards the back of the herd, fighting so hard but being unable to get close to George. That's kind of how I felt... Fighting to have George... err... try me? Oh, God... That sounds so wrong. I need slapped.

"Oi, one at a time!" George smiled down at them, chuckling lightly. He looked over to me. "I feel so loved!"

Oh, God, if he new just how badly he was...

Wait, Alicia, slow down there. You actin' crazy! Seriously, what is getting into me tonight!? That must be the millionth time I've said something strange to myself in regards to all of this. I get so carried away... I really need to get a grip. Or maybe a life. Either would work just fine, I'm sure.

I watched him down more and more desserts until he finally seemed to reach his limit. The elves were shooed away and we were alone.

"Aw, man, that was good." He said, sitting at a small table in the corner of the room. The statement didn't need said. He'd eaten, what, everything? Yeah, pretty much.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I rolled my eyes with a smirk. I stayed standing. "Come on, let's go."

He grumbled, but got up again.

We made our way towards the door to the corridor. I glanced over my shoulder and studied the elves briefly. We stepped into the long stretch of paintings and doorways.

"Eh, we better go this way... I don't want to risk getting caught. The lesser-used corridors should be okay..." George said, turning to the right and gesturing to follow.

We walked along the dimly lit hall in silence. My mind wandered, as it commonly does.

I thought about the elves in the kitchen. Considering elves are meant to do all the dirty work, they certainly seem happy doing it. They prance around on that checkered floor without a care in the world. It reminds me of a happy wizards chess—instead of attacking the other elves, they just hand off something to mix or put away, then go about their business.

Their happiness with doing work really sickens me. If I have to do any cleaning without magic, I feel like snapping my own jugular. To see them so cheery in such a situation makes me uncomfortable. I hate it.

"Whatcha thinking about, Alicia?"

I looked to my right to find George studying me. His brows were furrowed with curiosity and amusement, a smirk upon his face.

If I were to tell him, I think he'd call me crazy. Just a hunch.

"Nothing." I replied.

"Oh, come on... What were you thinking about?" George grinned wider. My eyes briefly traced the lines his smile had formed. So adorable.

"Well, Mr. Weasley, I was just thinking about how I was madly in love with you." I made it a point to say it dramatically... As if it were a joke. Perhaps I would be able to find a glimmer of direction in his reaction. One of those things where on the surface, it's nothing but a joke, but there's an ulterior motive. I am so crafty.

He laughed. It wasn't a laugh that said, "You have no chance," but it didn't say, "Come to me, baby," either. Just a laugh. A neutral laugh. Curses.

Oh, well. At least I'm funny.

"Oh, Alicia! This is such a surprise! I don't know what to say!" his eyes got wide as he said it in his over-dramatic tone, joking back with me.

"Don't say anything. Just kiss me." The words flowed out so smoothly, as well as surprisingly. As always, I didn't mean to say it. Those three words could make or break us, yet they came out on their own accord.

The two of us stopped dead in our tracks, as if some mysterious force had rendered us immobile. I turned to face him. My insides were melting into a puddle, but my body stayed strong. I never dreamed that I'd be able to keep my composure.

I gazed into his eyes, and he gazed back. He looked like he was in a trance or something. I'd never seen such concentration from him in all my years of knowing him. My mind was racing a mile a minute. Our stares were intense, only broken by the occasional blink.

Somehow, we became very close. He brought his lips close to mine, only a breath apart—or had I been the one to move?

We stood there like that. Neither of us stopped gazing into each others eyes, as if we would be ripped apart otherwise. The air was full of hesitation. There was so much at stake, yet so much that could be gained. But one kiss, one change, one mistake could end our friendship forever. Was it worth the risk?

I felt his hand on the right side of my face. I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I tilted my head upward. I got a little closer to him.

"Alicia..." He whispered, his hot breath caressing my lips softly.

Our lips lightly brushed together, just enough to make contact. I wrapped my arms around his neck, never wanting this moment to end. I slowly closed my eyes, ready for my kiss with the man of my dreams...

...And that's when I heard the damn cat.

Ooooh snap! What will happen!?

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