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A/N: It's time for what everyone's been waiting for: Melody's POV!! Thanks to all who've reviewed. You guys are fantastic! Anyway, just want to say unless I write another chapter today (which will be a great possibility), there won't be an update until at least Monday afternoon seeing as how the actual Harry Potter book comes out Saturday (oh joy!) and I will be busy reading with unadulterated excitement. Anyway, enjoy while you read.

Oh wow oh wow oh wow oh wow!

That did not just happen! It couldn't have happened.

I was dreaming. That's what it was. I was dreaming. Either that, or I got conked in the head by a Bludger and I was out cold.

George Weasley just kissed me and . . . .

Oh WOW.

Part of me, as you can see, was completely and totally disbelieving. I couldn't believe. . . . Why on earth would George want to kiss me? All this time I'd thought he was just kidding around! Boy, how wrong could you get?

But part of me, a much larger part, was giggling fanatically at the thought of it. That part kept my lips tingling, kept making me lift my hand to my lips. That part kept making me stop while I was walking because that stupid hi-dive feeling kept running through my stomach. That part kept making me think about his hand on my cheek and his lips. . . .

"Oh wow," I said.

I felt horribly short of breath and my vocabulary was suddenly very . . . used-up. I had to stop for a minute and think. I had to try and see the signs that could have led up to this. I had to try and see why I was so stupid that I couldn't even see that this guy, this older guy had a crush on me.

I leaned against a wall, closing my eyes and trying to catch my breath.

Okay, okay, Melody, old girl, let's just calm down and take a look at this situation.

Calm down? Calm down! How in the bloody hell did I expect myself to calm down when my heart was fluttering too fast to even count the beats?

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

"Oh, Merlin," I said, laughing to myself. "I'm going completely insane. I need help."

Help. Hermione.

I sprinted up to the Gryffindor tower, praying to God I wouldn't run into anyone unless it were Hermione. Especially if that anyone turned out to be the someone that I was running from in the first place.

Why, you may ask, was I running?

Possibly because this was even too absurd for Luna Lovegood to understand.

Finally, I reached the Gryffindor tower, panting for breath for two reasons. The Fat Lady looked shocked when I approached her. "My dear, you look positively scared to death! What on earth happened to you child?"

"N-nothing too serious," I panted. "Uh the – the thing is um. . . . Oh geez, I've forgotten the password. It's um, er . . . oh! It's a plant isn't it?"

"Close enough. Get inside before you faint."

I thanked her profusely, climbing through. I fell, of course. So much for making a quiet entrance. Hopefully no one was in the common room.

"Whoa, Mel, are you all right?" Oh, Merlin. Just my luck.

"H-h-h-hey Harry," I said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

"Are you all right?" he said. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Oh if only it were that simple. "I-I'm fine. Have you seen Hermione?"

"She's upstairs in your dormitory with Ginny, I think. How was Quidditch Practice?"

"Fine. Do you, er, mind if we talk later? I've really got to talk to Hermione."

"Is it about classes?"

". . . . Yeah, sure, let's go with that. Bye Harry."

I left my confused friend, sprinting up the stairs to my dormitory. So, I hadn't been counting on Ginny being there, but whatever.

Flinging open the door I ran inside, shutting the door behind me. Ginny and Hermione looked up, surprised. "Melody? Are you all right?" Hermione asked.

I hesitated for a moment, wringing my hands. I looked Ginny, pointing an accusing finger at her. "Your brother just kissed me."

"Really?" Ginny said, excited. "it's about time! I didn't think Ron would ever –"

"Not Ron," I said, shaking my head, my voice high.

Both girls looked confused. They looked at each other then back at me. Hermione's brow furrowed. "But I thought you just said that her brother –"

"She has more than one brother, Hermione."

They looked at each other again before Ginny gasped loudly. "I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! I knew George giving you that jersey meant something!"

"Wait, George kissed you?" Hermione said. "Where? When?"

"Quidditch lockers. About ten minutes ago."

Ginny squealed jumping off the bed. She grabbed my hands and pulled me down onto the bed in between her and Hermione. "I want to know everything!"

"Ginny, he's your brother," Hermione said.

"Hermione, it's not every day our best friend get kissed by an older guy, my family or not. So spill, Mel. What happened?"

I shook my head. "I'm not even sure anymore. One minute, we're talking like normal, he apologizes for that silly little argument I told you guys about, and then the next thing I know, he's kissing me."

"Did you, you know, kiss back?" Hermione asked.

"I'm pretty sure I did, for a minute anyway. And then I ran out of there as if my Quidditch robes were on fire."

"Why on earth did you run?"

"I don't know! It just sort of freaked me out. I guess I thought George was always just . . . flirting harmlessly with me."

"Mel," Ginny said, laughing, "there really is no such thing as harmless flirting unless you've got a boyfriend or girlfriend all ready."

"I suppose," I said, falling back onto the bed and closing my eyes.

The other girls were silent for a moment until Hermione asked, "So . . . what was it like?"

I felt a smile come to my face and a picture of the Quidditch Locker and George and I and how I felt when he put his hand on my face and how his thumb had drawn across my lips. I opened my eyes to look at my two friends and still smiling I said, "Perfect."