Disclaimer: Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight: I wish I owned Harry Potter.

A/N: I'm really sorry it's taking me so long to update. I've been busy what with moving and becoming single so please forgive me. Thank you for your patience.

"Expelliarmus!"

My wand flew from my hand as I landed hard on the floor, groaning slightly as I sat up. Melody stood over me, trying hard not to laugh as she held her hand out to me. "Sorry," she said, grinning.

I tried to look angry but I couldn't, a smile coming to my face also as I took her hand. It had been almost two months since that night back up on the astronomy tower and I couldn't have been happier. Of course, in front of people we just appeared to be really good friends but, nights spent in hidden passageways and a deserted common room. . . .

"How's Little Georgie?" I asked in a whisper as people in the DA continued to practice.

"Fine," Melody said. "He cuddles with me every night."

"Really? You think he and I could switch places? He can kip it out with Fred and Lee in our dorm and you and I could cuddle."

Melody laughed, blushing. "You are such a freak."

"Yea but you love me."

There was a slight awkward pause in which I blushed and, if possible, Melody's blush deepened. I'd never actually thought about the word 'love' before. I knew I liked Melody a whole lot and I had been pursuing her for close to half a year before she actually realized I liked her. . . .

But was I in love with her?

I took in her large golden brown eyes and her hair. I realized I thought about her smile and her laugh all the time and couldn't stop thinking about it whenever we were apart, which was hardly ever, thankfully. I thought about how every morning when I woke up, I couldn't help but get excited about seeing her. I thought about how her kisses made me feel. . . .

Was I in love with her?

I think it could be a very possible yes.

Smiling slightly, I reached forward and moved a piece of hair from her face, brushing my fingertips across her cheek. She smiled back, taking hold of my fingers in her small hand.

There was a commotion that broke us apart. We turned to see Harry hurrying towards a house-elf dressed very oddly and looking very panicked.

"Harry Potter, sir, they is coming! They is coming! Umbridge is finding out about you!"

We all stood stunned and confused. Harry turned around slowly to face his class, his eyes wide with fear. "Well what are you all waiting for? Run! Get out of here!"

The class erupted in chaos, screaming, people running into each other. I tried to grabbing onto Melody's hand but she was pushed away from me. I was pushed out the door with the rest of the class, managing to get out of the crowd as we got a little ways down the hall. I scooted behind a statue as everyone ran pass, loudly, hurrying to their different houses. I saw Melody, holding the hand of a small boy, second year Gryffindor I think.

"Mel!" I hissed. Surprisingly she heard me, her head snapping around to look at me. She tugged on the boy's hand, pulling him towards me. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her down the hallway which was quickly becoming deserted, leaving us out in the open.

Happily we finally reached one of Hogwarts many secret passageways behind a tapestry of a couple of monks. I lifted the tapestry and tapped on a brick. The wall spread forming a small circular opening.

The little boy climbed in first at Melody's insistence, followed by Melody, then by me. I let the tapestry fall back into the place, tapping on the brick again to close the wall, leaving us in total darkness.

The boy whimpered quietly before Melody took out her wand and whispered, "Lumos."

The small light just barely let up the tunnel but it was enough as we began to crawl forward.

"George, where on earth does this lead?" Melody asked as the tunnel began to slope upwards.

"Back up towards the Gryffindor Tower. Fred and I use this tunnel all the time to get away from Filch."

The little boy whimpered again at Filch's name.

"It's all right, kid," I said. "I'm pretty sure we're safe. No one else knows about this tunnel except maybe Dumbledore. . . . What's your name, kid?"

"Thomas," the boy said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I found him sprawled out on the ground," Melody said. "Some seventh year guy pushed him down so that he could get out of there. That's what took me so long; making sure everyone got out of there safely. I was about to stay with Harry but he told me to go and take Thomas with me. I'm glad you stayed behind, George or else I don't think we'd have gotten out of there."

"Had to wait for my girl."

After what seemed like forever, we reached the end and after some maneuvering I managed to get in front of Thomas and Melody to open the passageway to let us out. I climbed out right next to the Fat Lady's portrait.

I grabbed hold of Thomas' arms, pulling him out and setting him down. "You go ahead and go inside, straight to your room, get some rest. And if anyone asks, you've been there all day, all right?"

"Yes sir. . . . Thank you." Thomas grinned before giving the Fat Lady the password and hurrying inside.

I turned back to Melody and took hold of her waist, lifting her up and out of the hole and closing it. When I turned my head back to Melody she pulled me forward and kissed me. "For being there," she said, smiling.

"Anytime," I said, slightly dazed. We heard footsteps coming down the hallway, quickly, accompanied by angry voices.

"If he's hiding anywhere, it'll be in the Gryffindor Tower!" Umbridge yelled.

"Oh, Merlin!" Melody whispered. "What do we do?"

I looked at the Fat Lady's portrait and towards the hall where Umbridge's voice was coming from. By the time we said the password and the portrait opened, they'd be here and we'd be caught.

"I have an idea and you just have to trust me, okay?" I said.

Melody nodded. Quickly I bent down and kissed her passionately. She squeaked, surprised before kissing me back. Okay, so yeah, this was sort of part of my plan but . . . it was a little more than carried away. My heart stopped and it was particularly hard to breathe and all I could think of was this kiss. . . .

"MR. WEASLEY! MISS TRINKET!"

We broke apart slower than I had meant us to, facing Umbridge, a couple of Slytherin cronies, and Filch. Umbridge looked particularly frazzled and beyond angry. "What on earth do you think you're doing?"

I looked back at Melody, who was blushing, before I turned back to Umbridge saying, "We were kind of . . . snogging."

Umbridge flushed slightly. "Out in the middle of the corridor? Why are you not in your common room?"

"No privacy at all in there."

"But there's more privacy out here in the hallway?"

"Well, yeah, no one ever really comes through here, at least until you came along with an entire lot."

If possible, Umbridge's face got even redder. "How do I know you aren't just getting out here? How do I know that you both weren't involved in this . . . this mockery of the Ministry with Dumbledore?"

"Oh you mean that Defense class?" Melody said, speaking up.

"So you knew of it!"

"Of course, I mean who didn't. George and I never went to the meetings though, wherever they were. We realized that the Tower was rather empty during these 'meetings' so we were a bit . . . preoccupied, you see, and –"

"Enough!" Umbridge cried. "I don't want to hear anymore! Twenty points from Gryffindor each for indecent exposure! Get into your separate dorms, NOW!"

I said the password quickly and we hurried, inside. As soon as the portrait had closed and Umbridge had left, still yelling, we burst into a fit of laughter.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant," I said.

"You know what my favorite part was?" Melody asked, grinning.

"What was that?"

Melody's hands flattened out on my chest as she smiled up at me. Her hands slid up and around my neck as she kissed me like we did in the corridor. Her laugh filled my ears as we fell onto the couch, side by side.

I ran my fingers through her hair, pulling her face away from mine so that I could look at her. She gazed at me with caring eyes as ran my fingertips over her cheek and her lips.

"I love you Melody." I hadn't meant to actually say it. I mean, it had been what I was feeling and it wasn't that I didn't mean it I just . . . I didn't want to scare her off.

"I love you too, George," she said, softly.

Needless to say, I was happy . . . incredibly ecstatic. I grinned, laughing slightly, pressing my lips against hers again.

I was love.