Chapter 19

In The Room Of Requirement

I met George, as I promised in the Room of Requirement at free period.

"Hey," I greeted him.

"Hey, beautiful. How was your day?" he asked.

"Well, first Snape got pissed at me when I caught him mess up something on the board. Then Umbridge hates me for being so smart and Binns was so boring as usual,"

"Looks like you had rough day,"

"Yep. But on the other hand, I got 30 points for Ravenclaw today,"

"How? That's a whole lot of points for someone to get for their house in 1 day. Even I have never earned a point! Fred and I mostly got points taken away…"

"Professor Sprout gave me ten for my knowledge about Devil's Snare, Binns gave me 5 points for knowing how Gringotts' started and McGonagall ended up giving me 15 points because I was able to tackle every spell she threw at me,"

"You are so good!" George moaned, "Give you a 5th year exam and you'll pass with flying colors,"

"That's a bit of an exaggeration, because you see I don't know anything in their curriculum yet,"

"But I can guarantee that when you hit 5th year, you'll do great and get all your O.W.L.S"

"Whoa, don't even go there," I laughed, "anyway, how was your day?"

"Fell asleep in Transfiguration," he muttered, "got an earful afterward,"

"Nice going," I giggled.

"Hey!" he exclaimed giving me a playful punch on the shoulder. I set my bag down. My legs hurt from having about 20 textbooks slung on my back all day. I need a couch, I thought. Out of no where all of the sudden, a pink velvet couch conjured up out of nowhere

Where did that come from?" Gorge asked. I was about to reply that I had no idea, and then I remembered where I was. This was the Room of Requirement. Of course these kinds of enchantments would happen in this room. "It came from somewhere, because this is the room of requirement, stupid" I explained quickly.

"Oh yeah!"

"Now he remembers," I said sinking down onto the couch. There was an awkward silence.

"Why's it so quiet?" George finally asked, sinking down next to me on the couch.

"No idea," More silence.

"I've realized you were right," George finally said, "right about you and You Know Who and how he probably wants to kill you,"

"Yeah,"

"And that you're in danger,"

"Uh huh. George, what does this have to do with anything?"

"I want you to know that if Voldemort tries to kill you, I would step in front of the curse instead of you dying. I want you to know you can trust me with your life, just as I trust you with mine,"

"Oh," I said, feeling all of the sudden to incredibly…there was only one word to describe that feeling…touched.

"That's so sweet," I said, "I trust you too George,"

"That's good," We were silent. I looked over at George and he looked over at me.

"You wanna-?" he broke off.

"Yeah," And with that we started making out. This time I let him French kiss me. It was so odd doing that.

"Great kissing," I complimented him again.

"You too,"

"I love you," I sighed, looking up into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Me too,"