Disclaimer: The World of Harry Potter does not belong to me no matter how much I beg for it.

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I've been busy but here it is. I'm so excited for the movie tonight!! It's going to be spectacular!!

I lay on my back on my broom, swinging my bat idly. Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were practicing with Ron right now. Surprising to say that my little brother wasn't all that bad of a Keeper. He just needed to not get so nervous.

"Go Ron!"

I nearly fell off my broom when I heard her voice. Carefully flipping onto my stomach, I looked down at Melody, who was clapping happily. I smiled at the black and white scarf tied tightly around her neck and the matching cap shoved down on her head. I could just barely make out the pink on her cheeks and her bright eyes.

Laughing to myself, I steered my broom over and behind her, lowering down quietly until I was right next to her. "Enjoying the show," I said into her ear.

She jumped, nearly pitching herself over the bleachers. I grabbed her hand, pulling her back up. "Oh, George Weasley," she said, angrily. "You're lucky I don't knock you off your broom for that."

"Sorry," I said, still grinning. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"What were you doing anyway?" she asked, fixing her hat.

"I just wanted to come see what you thought of my little brother," I said. "His, uh, Quidditch playing I mean."

Smooth Weasley, real smooth. But Melody didn't seem to notice. She turned back to the game, tilting her head slightly. "He's pretty good," she said. "Not as good as he sometimes says he is. But he's good."

I nodded, not even really paying attention to the practice. "Why aren't you out there?" I asked her.

She looked back at me, slightly surprised. "I'm not good enough to be out there."

"Are you kidding me?" I said. "I saw you play back at . . . home and you were brilliant."

She flushed slightly. "Thanks . . . but none of my positions open anyway."

"What do you usually play? 'Cause from what I saw at home you would have made a really good Keeper."

"I, uh, usually play . . . Beater."

My eyes widened this time. "Really?"

"Yeah. I'm uh, not all that great. Definitely not as good as you . . . or Fred, but it's the position I usually have when I used to play kiddie Quidditch in my old neighborhood."

"I've learned from you to never trust a word you say when you say you're not good at something. I mean, you told me you couldn't really play the guitar, and you did that well. And then you say you're not that good at Quidditch but you seem to be practically born to play it. So now you're telling me you not that good of a Beater and I find that hard to believe."

"You have too much confidence in me, George."

"Or you just don't have enough in your self, Melody." She flushed again, looking away from me and I hoped I hadn't gone too far and hurt her feelings. But she said, "My mum used to say that."

I blushed slightly. Of course I'd be the one to bring up something to remind of her mom. I swooped in front of her, smiling. "So what is this I hear about a Defense against the Dark Arts class?"

She smiled back. "It's not really definite yet. Just an idea Hermione thought up. She wants Harry to teach it but she's putting me in charge of scheduling meetings and finding a way to let people know about them with Toad lady finding out. We're planning on meeting at the Hogshead to talk it out with a few people."

"Am I invited?"

"Anyone's invited."

"Maybe . . . Maybe I could go with you then?"

She was silent for a moment before she said, "Huh?"

"You know," I said. I had decided to fly around her because I couldn't make myself look at her. There was a good chance a rejection was coming. "I could, uh, meet you in the Great Hall and we could, er, hang out in Hogsmeade for a while before the meeting in the Hogshead and then we could, um, hang out some more before heading back here."

I stopped in front of her this time, looking at her face, surprised that she looked slightly angry. "This better not be some stupid joke, George Weasley."

I climbed off my broom, still surprised. "Why would this be a joke?"

"'Cause you and Fred seem to like to do that. Play pranks on me, I mean. I was wondering when you'd do it this year and I suppose this is it."

"No! No, Melody, it's no joke. I'm serious. Would you like to, uh, hang out with me at Hogsmeade?"

She bit her lip slightly, looking away from me. "So, like a . . . date?"

My face got hot again. "It uh, doesn't have to be a . . . date. Or at least, we, er, don't have to call it a date. We could just . . . hang out. . . . So would you like to? Hang out, I mean?"

She smiled, looking back at me. "Okay. I'd like to go . . . hang out with you."

"Hey George!" Angelina cried. "Quit flirting and get over here!"

If it was possible, my face got hotter. I grinned at Melody before I flew back towards my teammates, mortified.

"I wasn't flirting," I mumbled to Angelina.

"Oh, I'm sorry than," she said sarcastically. "Sure looked like it to me though. All right team, let's run a couple of plays!"

Fred flew next to me, chuckling. "At least someone thinks you're smooth." He nodded towards the stands where Melody was still sitting. I looked and realized that she was staring up at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When she saw me looking she looked away, flushing pink again.

Fred laughed again, flying away. I felt slightly lightheaded as I knocked a Bludger away from me.

I had a . . . hang out with Melody.

And I think she fancies me.