I actually don't believe it, it's done, it's actually f***ing done... IT'S COMPLETE! YES GET IN THERE! AND GUESS WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN STUFF FOR SIMILAR AND MONSTER! IT WORKED, I'M BACK INTO WRITING! I LOVE YOU RACHEL TAMARA COLSON! I ALSO LOVE YOU MISSYKATES AND THE NEW GIRL! It's done...I don't believe it... Done... What now...?...I'm gonna need something to do...Meh, I'll think of something...though ideas would be good...any pairings (warning, give me a character e.g. George or Lupin and it will my paired OC unless I like JK's pairing ;))

Between now and Chapter 1 I stil haven't bought the rights to HP so it's still JK's but Rachel and Elle are mine oh and Lacey and George but not George... *sob*

We were walking back to the common room hand in hand, silent but it was a comfortable silence.

I was resting my head against George's shoulder, whilst I played with our intertwined fingers.

We were walking rather slowly, a little too slowly it would appear…

"Ah Mr Weasley and Miss Colson, just the two Gryffindors I was hoping to meet in this fine corridor."

We stopped walking. Dumbledore's voice was enough to make anyone stop walking. I lifted my head from George's shoulder and we turned around innocent smiles on our faces.

"Evening Professor," I said trying to keep down the urge to laugh.

"May I inquire why on earth Professor Snape wants both your heads on a platter?"

"Oh there is many a reason for that Sir," George replied, cheeky nature popping through. "Take your pick."

"It wouldn't have anything to do with why he walked into the staff room today with a nose that was all the marvelous colours of the rainbow? Now would it?"

"I'm sure we don't know what you're talking about Sir," George said, an angelic mask was there trying to hide his own laughter.

Unfortunately I broke, I snorted in a very unladylike manner and Dumbledore's clear, blue eyes focused on me.

"Anything you have to say Miss Colson?"

"Oh no Professor, just, I'm sure it complemented any trace of an Irish accent he may have had," I replied, green eyes sparkling with tears of having to hold back waves of gut-busting laughter.

George started laughing but covered it up as if he was clearing his throat. Dumbledore's eyes glistened with a sort of mischief I'd seen laced in George and Fred's eyes ever since I'd met them ten years ago.

"Well, if you have no idea then…" he trailed off and turned to walk away. "And one more thing." We were about to die. If we didn't laugh soon we would explode. "The Irish accent was a nice touch Miss Colson." This time he did walk away but not before looking back at us taking a small, subtle glance at our tangled fingers and winking.

As the ancient professor turned the corner I snorted and buried my head in the crook of my boyfriend's (hehehehe) neck, my body shaking with contained laughter now breaking forth. George (my boyfriend…*wide grin*) placed a small kiss to the top of my head before I felt his chest vibrate with laughter too and through my hair I could feel him smile.

This moment however was ruined by none other than the two, most professional moment killers of them all: Fred Weasley and Eloise (Elle) McCarthy…

We heard someone clear their throat from behind us.

"You two about done?" I could hear Eloise's voice ring loud and clear as it pierced my eardrum and rattled my brain. I groaned and sure enough my raven-haired, icy, violet eyed best (girl)friend was standing with her arms crossed across her chest, her weight balanced on one foot as she leant against a wall, with an eyebrow raised up into her bangs.

"Yeah but from what we heard this…" Fred pointed a finger at us pressed tightly together, "isn't all you two have been up to today." Fred was in a similar stance to Elle with his arms crossed propped up against the opposite wall by his elbow.

"Oh, is that right?" George replied, still trying to contain a fit of laughter.

"Mhmmm," Elle hummed gently, pushing herself into the standing position. Her hands moved to her hips, very much reminiscent of none other than Molly Weasley, herself. Even Fred seemed a little perturbed.

"Well, what else have you heard?" I replied. An innocent yet mischievous grin spread across my face.

They regaled the wild stories they'd heard since Fred got out of detention and Elle finished her study session (we always say she should be in Ravenclaw) of how we turned Snape into a rainbow coloured leprechaun and were chased around the whole of Hogwarts.

We, of course, replied that they were wild stories and nothing more and that how, between the two of us, could we have managed that?

They, of course, didn't have an answer. Then Eloise pointed to George and my interlocked fingers.

"So how did that come about then?"

"Yeah, last time I checked you two were just friends," Fred added.

"Oh well, some things are just someone else's secret and no-one else's business," I mocked.

Both Fred and Elle looked at each other with suspicious looks on their faces, before turning back to us (both of us I might add were grinning like fools complete with a nice pink tinge to our cheeks) with smiles written on their faces.

Elle just shook her head slightly. Whilst Fred sent a look to George which said 'Told you she liked you too.'

"You two are impossible," he joked.

"Come on Fred," Elle sighed. "Let's head back to the common room and join the normal not lovesick teens in this school."

Taking another look at us Fred replied, "Are there any of those left?"

"Us," she replied simply before I let out a cough.

Elle sent me a glare before her cheeks turned a little pink. But that's for a different time I think.

As the moment killers walked off, George turned to me.

"Well, that was fun."

"Yeah, buckets," I replied.

His face turned a bit serious.

"I won't tell them, unless you want me to."

"I know." Before pressing my lips to his again, as I pulled back I smiled. "Well it's not like I'm never going to tell them it's just…maybe not tonight…"

We resumed walking in a comfortable silence hands pressed together between us.

Now this really is going to sound cliché, but this really felt like something real. Not a relationship like in those Muggle soap operas where it's all drama. But not like a fairytale where it would be sunshine and stars every step of the way.

The difference was I could see both of us pushing through it together managing to enjoy the good times and fight through the bad. That was what made it real. That was made this worth it.

And that,

Simply that,

Is why my blossoming relationship with George Weasley.

Would be absolutely,

Perfect, just the way it would turn out to be.

~.~.~.~.~.~ The End ~.~.~.~.~~.~.~.~. For Now ~.~.~.~.~.~