George remembered how she hadn't eaten a bite all day long. Wood's insane Quidditch practice was probably awful on an empty stomach. He asked if she was okay and she shook her head. Alicia looked up at George, his face getting blurrier by the second, "Oh, no," she whimpered as she fell to the floor unconscious.

George caught her right before she hit her head on the hard stone floor. He held her in his arms not knowing what to do. "Alicia! Alicia wake up!" he pleaded with her, slapping her face lightly. He scooped her up into his arms and began his way to the hospital wing.

Alicia felt like she was being spun in circles. She tried to move but then realised someone was carrying her. She was pressed against a firm, built body. Obviously it was a boy. The boy smelt familiar, fresh like peppermint and cedar. She tried to open her eyes but closed them instantly when she was blinded by light which added to her throbbing headache.

"Wh—Who are you?" she whispered, her voice slightly muffled in his shoulder.

His voice replied, "Shh, Ali, you'll be alright." The deep, familiar voice was reassuring and once again she fell into darkness.

When Alicia finally opened her eyes half an hour later, George felt like he would die of relief. "Alicia!"

Alicia groaned as George hugged her tightly, "George, where am I?" When her eyes had adjusted she realised that she was in the hospital wing. "Ugh, not the hospital wing I hate this place!" she complained, grabbing George so she could get up.

She realised this was a very bad idea as she looked up at three Georges. "No, no, no, Ms. Spinnet!" George said softly pushing her back onto the bed, "We can't have you passing out on me again!"

Alicia smiled and put her hand around his neck pulling him towards her for another hug. George pulled back and put his hand onto her cheek looking into her eyes. The beautiful dark brown, almost black eyes that he loved looking into. I wonder what she would do if I kissed her right now? George thought, smiling to himself.

Alicia was just about to ask George what he was grinning about when Madam Pomfrey interrupted them, ruining the moment.

"Ms. Spinnet! You're awake!"

George abruptly stepped back as Madam Pomfrey began fussing over Alicia and asking her questions. What the hell has gotten into me? George thought, running his hands through his hair. She's practically family…only I finally her slightly attractive. Well quite attractive now that I think about it… she is really quite gorgeous.

He glanced at Alicia who was making a face at the potion Madam Pomfrey was making her drink. He started to smile but stopped. Oh come on George, you could have almost girl in your year, what are you fussing over Spinnet for? He argued with himself.

George's thoughts were interrupted when he realised Madam Pomfrey and Alicia were looking at him expectantly.

"Mr. Weasley did you hear me?" Madam Pomfrey said look at him.

"Uh…why of course Madam Pomfrey," George replying, flashing her grin.

Madam Pomfrey fixed him with a stern look, "Just remember, the most important thing is to make sure she doesn't miss anymore meals!"

She turned to Alicia, "I'm just surprised you lasted that long Ms. Spinnet, you could have been seriously injured! Next time you come straight to me dear. Well then Ms. Spinnet, I guess you are free to go," Madam Pomfrey said, turning back to her office.

Alicia nodded and turned to leave. Once they were out of the hospital wing she let out a sigh of relief. "Well that was a close one. She was thinking of keeping me there all night! Can you believe that? It was just a bit of exhaustion."

George laughed at her choice of words. "A bit of exhaustion, I'm sure. Well you sure are cheerful considering what happened less than an hour ago. Here I'll give you a piggy-back ride."

Alicia rolled her eyes at him, but jumped on his back anyways. "I only fainted."

She jumped onto his back but George dropped her in surprise and turned around to face her.

"What's wrong?" she asked look at him like he was crazy.

She was wearing shorts . . . short shorts. "Nothings wrong, for a moment there, I thought you weren't wearing any pants," he said smirking at her.

"You wish," she laughed, turning him back around so she could jump up on his back again.

Alicia was kind of disappointed when they arrived back at the Fat Lady. When George put her down, she missed the feeling of his warm hands on her thighs. Oh what on earth am I thinking? She tried to drive the thoughts of George out of her head but had no luck. Little did she know, George was trying to do the same thing.

I wish she was still on my back. Only, because it's warmer of course. Not because I love the feel of her pressed against me. And the feel of her smooth legs on my hands wrapped tightly around my waist. And how when she leaned onto my back I could feel her-- …oh gosh, I'm going insane. George shook his head, as if trying to shake out his thoughts of Alicia.

The only people left in the common room was Lavender Brown gossiping with Katie, George's little brother Ron and his friends, and Seamus Finnigan who was staring at Lavender. Luckily, they were all too preoccupied to notice George and Alicia.

Though Madam Pomfrey told Alicia to go straight to bed so she would be well rested tomorrow, Alicia couldn't bring herself to leave. Obviously neither could George because he just stood there, not really knowing what to do.

"Care to sit on the couch for a bit?" Alicia asked George, turning and strutting over to the big, burgundy couch.

"Why of course, Madam!" he said following her.

"And don't you start tickling me, George Weasley! You know what will happen if we start that again."

George chuckled as she pulled him down on the couch and leaned across his lap, her head resting on the arm of the couch. Almost as soon as she had laid down she stood up again, running to the girls' dorms.

"Well, that was fast," George said looking confused.

Alicia stopped, "Oh sorry! I'm going to change into my pyjamas. I'll be right back."

George let out a sigh of relief and stood up to do the same thing.

When George went back downstairs, everyone had left except for Ron, Harry and Hermione. George suppressed a laugh when he saw the look of longing his brother was giving Hermione. He was just about to make a remark that would surely make his little brother's ears turned red when he noticed Alicia. She was already down there and boy did she look beautiful.

She had let her hair down and she was wearing lilac, satin pyjama bottoms. For a top she wore a white, hooded sweater with little ducks on it. He chuckled.

Alicia could be such a child when she wanted to be. She could act immature, and that's one of the reasons she was his best friend, besides Fred of course. Instead of scolding him for his pranks like a lot of the other girls did, she laughed along with him. She could hang out with the blokes and fit in perfectly. But at the same time she could be more elegant and seductive than most of the other girls without even trying.

Lots of guys liked her but she was completely oblivious since she was never asked out on dates. George had heard plenty of guys saying how they wanted to go out with Alicia but didn't have the courage to ask her. George couldn't really blame them. She was seemingly perfect. What guy wouldn't be intimidated by her? She could make pyjama bottoms and a sweatshirt look like a million galleons!

George went and sat down and they resumed the position they were in beforehand. "You know, you should really go to bed." George told her.

Alicia reply was to groan and move up so she was sitting on his lap and put her arms around his neck resting her head in his shoulder. "Alicia, you better not fall asleep" George warned her.

She lifted her head from his shoulder, "I recall saying similar words to you last night, George!" But George wasn't listening to anything she said because he was mesmerized by the closeness of her face to his. To his frustration she stood up abruptly.

"Ugh, I don't want to sleep right now. I think Madam Pomfrey gave me a little too much energy potion," she complained, pacing back in forth in front of George, ignoring the look of annoyance she was getting from Hermione.

She stopped pacing and looked over at George who was blatantly checking her out. She exhaled in disbelief, attracting the attention of Harry and Ron from across you room. "And what do you think you're looking at George?"

"I could tell her what he's looking at," Ron loudly whispered to Harry, earning himself a swat from Hermione as he and Harry continued to snicker. Alicia chose to ignore his comment.

"I'm looking at you," George responded coolly, looking up at her face when he realised she had caught him.

Alicia looked at him in disbelief, her mouth hanging open at his rudeness. Alright, she thought, if you want to play dirty. If only Harry, Ron, and Hermione weren't here. . .oh well.

Alicia pulled her sweatshirt up over her head exposing her black tank top. She walked over and pushed George back onto the couch and straddled his hips. George only raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, maybe I should check you out more often," said George in a low voice.

She slapped him, hard. Ron snickered loudly.

"Oy, shut up Ron! Go ogle Hermione!" George said turned towards his younger brother who was turning a nice shade of pink.

This time she pinched his arm and whispered, "Don't embarrass him in front of her!" George frowned at her, rubbing his arm.

Alicia had to fight just to keep a straight face. George looks so cute when he's angry! Okay, snap out of it Alicia.

She continued what was going to do before and ran her fingers down the front of his shirt. Making sure she completed the effect by giving him a suggestive look.

"Uh, Alicia?"George questioned uncertainly. He glanced over across the room to see Hermione storming up to her dorm and Harry and Ron sitting on the edge of their seats, watching them with interest.

Alicia then put here hands underneath his shirt and slowly grazed her nails against his chest, repeating what she had done before. George sucked in a breath.

"Ali, what are you doing?" George asked her sounding excited and nervous at the same time. She put her finger to his lips to keep him from saying anything else.

"Shh…don't speak."

She put her hand on his cheek and leaned into until their faces where mere centimetres apart. She leaned forward until their lips were practically touching but turned her face to the side at the last second so her cheek was up against his. "I'm touching you," she whispered into his ear in the most seductive voice she could muster.

That phrase alone set George on fire. Her breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. Just when he was about to say something, Alicia jumped off, him with a triumphant face , completely different than the one she had been giving him seconds earlier. He looked at her, baffled. Harry and Ron had similar looks on their faces.

Alicia hopped around the room doing a little victory dance. She skipped over to Ron and Harry and gave them both high fives. "That was a brilliant performance wasn't it?" They looked at her uncertainly not really knowing how to reply.

George quickly moved his legs to a different angle so she wouldn't be able to see just how much she had gotten to him.

"And what was that?" George asked her sounding slightly annoyed that she had only been pretending.

"You'll think twice before checking me out, now won't you?" Alicia strutted back to George with a cocky look on her face. "You may be a Weasley twin, but I definitely topped you on that one!"

George finally snapped out of his shock, "That's not fair."

"And why is that?" she said, positively beaming with excitement.

"Because! You have those!" George boldly replied, wildly waving his hands around in the area of her chest.

She gasped at his implication. "Oh and I supposed you want a pair?" Harry and Ron burst out laughing as they got up and began to make their way up to their rooms.

"Piss off," George muttered to Ron.

"Hey, watch your mouth, fire crotch!" Alicia snapped back at him grinning.

George sighed. That girl…what a handful. Not many people are willing to challenge The Great Weasley Twins and come back in on piece. "I'd much rather watch your mouth."

Alicia raised her eyebrows. "Well that's unfortunate as I'm going up to bed," she said in an exaggerated stuck up tone.

George sighed. She's once again left me searching for words. Looks like I'm going to have to use my stunning good looks and impeccable charm to get out of this. "Well then, my lovely Alicia, I do hope you have a peaceful slumber…pity I can't join you," George replied, flashing her infamous Weasley smirk.

Alicia loved it when he smiled like that. It drove practically all the girls wild. But not her of course. "Goodnight, Georgie!" she said once he was in front of her. Instead of their usual hug good night Alicia bent down and wrapped her arms around his legs.

"Um, Ali, what are you--?" George was cut off when Alicia straightened her legs, picking George up from the ground. "Bloody hell! Alicia what on earth are you doing!"

Alicia set him back down again with a smirk on her face. "I bet you didn't know I was that strong!"

George replied by picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder. And spun her around. She squealed and half heartedly made him put her back down. His left his hands resting on her hips and she slipped hers around his neck.

"We should do this more often," Alicia stated.

George pulled her slightly closer, "Yeah, I think so, too!" He replied, knowing perfectly well that wasn't what she was implying. She swatted at his chest but he grabbed her wrist and put it back on his shoulder.

"I meant being in the common room together, you prat."

"Yeah I agree, but I wish they didn't have to be so late."

"Mmm, yeah well at least tomorrow is Saturday." They stood like that for a few moments in silence, each sleepy, and lost in their own thoughts.

"We should get to bed," George said finally, pulling her into a proper hug.

Alicia sighed. "Fine," she groaned grudgingly, hugging him back.

Reluctantly, Alicia started to pull back but George grabbed her neck and gave her a soft, sweet, kiss on the cheek that seemed to last forever.

"'Night, Ali," and with that George turned around and bounded up the stairs to his dormitory leaving Alicia alone in the common room.

Once she was upstairs in her room, Alicia replayed the kiss that had happened only moments ago.
What was that? That was definitely not the kind of kiss you would give to just anyone . . . But not like he's never kissed me on the cheek before. We do it all the time. Sometimes he even does it to Katie and they're not even very good friends. But those are friendly kissed, like handshakes, little pecks on the cheek. Why am I analyzing one stupid little kiss? He's probably already forgotten about it already. I hope this doesn't mean I like him. . .What if he likes ME. . .

Alicia continued to ponder the strange kiss but couldn't decide whether she liked George on not. Finally, her exhaustion caught up with her and she finally fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.