George

I paced around the flat looking at the clock it was 10. Fred stared at me an amused expression on his face.

"I don't think she's coming home tonight, mate." You should just go over there in the morning and talk to her." Fred offered. I crashed on the sofa frustratedly and Fred joined me grinning from ear to ear.

"So . . . how'd it happen?" I scowled at Fred.

"Well she got in last night and and I could hear she hadn't gone to bed cause I didn't hear the door or anything so I walked out there to apologize to her which I sort of did cept she couldn't tell it was me cause it was dark, y'know? And I was speaking in third person . . ." Fred rolled his eyes at me. "And then she hugged me I dont know what I was thinking but it just seemed like a good idea to kiss her, y'know?" Fred stared at me.

"Go on." He goaded and I could feel heat in my face.

"I'm getting some food." I mumbled as I made my way to the sweets cabinet. Fred followed me

"Aw, c'mon Georgie boy, tell old Freddie!" I scowled at his beaming face. "Sounds to me," He continued "as if you could have had your fair way with her if she wasn't so concerned about me and Angelina, from what I hear." I swiveled to face him angrily.

"I wouldn't have done that!" I spat at him and he raised an eyebrow. "and yet you had no qualms about getting her out of those clothes . . ." I slammed the cabinet I had been rifling through shut.

"I'm done talking to you."

"You need to talk to her!" He called after me as I stormed out of the kitchen.

The next morning I shuffled nervously at the door of Angelina's flat. Finally I picked up my courage and knocked gently praying no one would hear. My prayers were unanswered as I heard a soft click and the door opened slightly to reveal Angelina's smiling face.

"Hey, George." She beamed before she turned and called over her shoulder, "Ro, someone's here to see you!" And before I had time to run she was at the door, glaring at me.

"George." She said stiffly.

"Hey, Roisin." I started, shifting nervously, my hands in my pockets. "I was maybe wondering if you maybe wanted to go have tea with me maybe?" I finished nervously. She looked at me suspiciously. "So we could talk things over . . .civilly." I added for a good measure. She rolled her eyes at me before she said,

"Gimme a second to get my coat."

"Well, first off. I'd just like to say I'm sorry for being an infernal prat about the whole Malfoy thing." She nodded at me. "I guess I was just jealous and looking for any reason to lash out really." I began once we were seated at The Dragon.

"Jealous?" She asked confused.

"Of Fred . . . and you, I guess." I looked down guiltily. Her eyes widened as she bowed her head and blew awkwardly on her tea. "And I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was um me, I guess, last night. I really didn't intend for things to go that way . . ." My face heated as I finished my apologies. Roisin stared at me and then looked down.

"Right," She began, "and I guess I'm sorry for backhanding you yesterday." We smiled awkwardly at each other and the conversation continued in an equally awkward manner. We chatted lightly as we left the Dragon and headed towards the flat. I opened the door for her and she climbed the steps before turning around, grabbing the back of my head and kissing me passionately. Then she swiftly turned and left me standing on the steps shocked. Slowly a grin arose on my face and I followed her into the shop. I spun her around just as she was about to climb the stairs up to the flat and kissed her hard.