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"You're serious?!" said George trying not to raise his voice. He was standing in his dormitory, his trunk on his bed behind him half packed, his clothes and books haphazardly thrown in. Fred's things were piled on his bed in a similar manner. They had wanted to get a head start on the Feast. George didn't know where his twin was, and at the moment he didn't really care. The room was empty apart from the person who was standing in front of him, refusing to meet his eyes.

"I haven't been able to talk to you in days, and I really just don't think that things are going to work unless we break—well…our friendship is going to be ruined if we stay together over the summer holi—" Alicia stuttered, mentally kicking herself. She had pictured the moment over and over and thought about exactly what she was going to say. She had everything memorised right until she opened her mouth to speak.

George was filled with tons of different conflicting emotions. He didn't know what to feel. "And you think what you're doing now is going to save our friendship?!" George looked at her, still stunned by what he was hearing. He let out a snort of laughter and shook his head. This isn't happening, he thought. Just moments before she had been kissing him, it didn't make sense.

"George, I care about you—" Alicia started. She had gone over this moment thousands of times and each time George accepted what she said like it was no big deal. She hadn't expected him to…

"Don't give me that!" he yelled, taking his Potions book and tossing it across the room. Surprised at how angry he actual was. This is complete bullshit! She's actually serious!

Alicia frowned in frustration. He wasn't seriously that disappointed was he? He wasn't actually angry with her…he couldn't be! He was the one flouncing around with Fred not caring she never got a moment to see him. He had no right to act like she was the bad guy. She glared at him, suddenly furious. "I have been trying to get you on your own for weeks now George. What do you want me to say?!"

George started pacing back and forth. "So this is your solution?" He said trying to keep his voice steady. He'd gone out with plenty of other girls! Prettier, more popular, more willing girls... Okay maybe not prettier, but why was he getting all bent out of shape over Alicia?

Because you're falling for her, a voice inside him jibed. I'm NOT falling for her! He thought fervently, shoving the thought quickly from his mind.

Alicia sighed deeply. "Listen, I just think that things will be a lot easier this summer if we aren't—"

"Well it will certainly help bring us closer as friends," he interrupted, sarcastically. Who did she think she was? Did she really think he would care! Calm down George, she was just another girl, he lied to himself. His heart seemed to sink back into his chest. She's not just another girl. She's your best friend.

Things were getting out of hand. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Alicia felt her pulse quicken significantly. "I'm not saying forever! Just for the summer, then we can—"

George snorted. "What?! 'Pick up where we left off'?!" He took a step closer to her. "Newsflash, Alicia…you don't own the bloody Universe. Did you seriously think that I'm going to wait around all summer for you to decide what the fuck you want?"

Alicia looked taken aback. Apparently she had been expecting some other sort of reaction. "George, I—"

"Do you know who I am?! I'm sure you see the looks you get when people see us together. Don't tell me you're too stupid to know what they're looking at. You are not that special Alicia, you're not," he spat maliciously. "There are plenty of other girls who wish they were with me. It isn't like someone like you will be hard to replace."

Alicia stared at him her a moment with her mouth slightly open, stunned at the fury that shone through his piercing blue eyes. It felt as if her heart had just burst into a million pieces. After getting over her initial shock, her eyes narrowed angrily.

George felt a twinge of regret but quickly pushed it way reminding himself that it was Alicia who should feel bad, doing this out of the blue. Even so, he opened his mouth in attempt to say something somewhat apologetic.

Alicia slapped him with all her might before he could get out the first word. George gasped and turned back to face her, his cheek throbbing annoyingly. Okay, so maybe he deserved that, but still…

"You're obsessed with me George. And frankly I'm sick of it. Do you think I'm in love with you or something?" She snorted, hoping he couldn't see the pain she was feeling. He flinched at her words. Luckily, she didn't notice.

"How you can be obsessed with me and ignore me at the same time, I don't know! But somehow you seem to manage it. At least that's one thing!" she spat.

Her words were burning through him like fire. "What is that supposed to mean?" George said with an air of defence.

Alicia scoffed and rolled her eyes. "You couldn't have passed more than two O.W.L.s! You're never going to amount to anything, George. You're lazy, and nobody is ever going to want to be with a loser who is living with his parents by the time he's twenty-five!" Alicia was amazed at all the lies that were spewing out of her mouth. She just couldn't stop.

He glared at her. "I hope when you get home tomorrow, Sirius Black is in your room. Maybe he'll finish you off so I never have to look at your face again!" George said furiously.

Alicia was clenching her jaw and George prepared himself for any more physical abuse.

"I knew…I always knew Fred was the better twin," she uttered fiercely.

George made a growling noise and took another step towards her. "Fred is the one who warned me about you. We always knew you were a lying slag…remember last year when I said I though you should be in Slytherin? That wasn't a joke Alicia," he yelled towering over her. She stood her ground.

Alicia couldn't believe the emotions that were rushing through her bloodstream. They were ripping through her head and down through her entire body. She was surprised she could still stand. "I—HATE—you," she muttered through her teeth with surprising vigour. She wished she could hurt him as much at he was hurting her but she didn't know how.

George was breathing heavily in his anger. This was probably the last time he and Alicia would ever be alone together. Her eyes were blazing but still showed no signs of tears.

"I hate—I hate—" George mentally kicked himself. She said it to you…just say it back! George seemed to be struggling with himself. He really didn't want that to be that last thing he said to her despite all the other awful things he just said. Especially if she actually did run into Sirius Black. Remorse washed through him as everything that was happening hit him forcefully. Suddenly the hostile atmosphere seemed to shift.

Alicia's demeanour softened a little, her shoulders sagged and she looked away from him, out the window, a hopelessly sad, slightly annoyed look on her face.

The twinge of regret was back. What…was she trying to make him feel bad or something?! It was working, but he wasn't about to let her know that.

She looked at him apologetically but he was staring at the floor. "George—"

"Save it," he snapped. He didn't think he could handle hearing anything more.

They stood there in silence for a few moments, both realizing that this really could be the last time they talked to each other. Too much had been said, they couldn't turn back. Four years of friendship and this was how it was going to end.

Alicia stood stiff as stone. Why, why had she said those things? She knew she must of hurt him and it didn't give her any satisfaction. It made everything a thousand times worse. That situation was what she had been trying to avoid. And it's exactly what was happening.

George's fisted were clenched together as he tried to concentrate on not thinking. Why did his chest feel so tight and constricted? Why did his stomach feel hollow and shrunken? He let the realization that he had been fighting to hold back wash over himself, giving in. He loved her. He had really loved her. And now it was all over.

Alicia looked at George, her face calm despite the different emotions that were churning inside her. George was also looking at her. The previous anger that had filled his features earlier seemed to have left along with hers. It was time to let go.

The moved together simultaneously, almost as if in was slow motion. Alicia threw her arms around him as he pulled her roughly against him. Their lips met in a crash of emotions, anger, uncertainly, sorrow, and disappointment.

Their lips moved together swiftly, as if their passion could slow down time and make everything better again. Alicia's hands were in his hair and on his face, touching the jaw she had grown to love so much. Clutching at the glorious red hair and feeling its smoothness like she had many times before.

George had one arm tightly wrapped around her waist, holding her to him. His other arm was on her neck, the familiar neck that he grown accustomed to, revelling in its silky smoothness one last time.

They clung to each other tightly and Alicia felt a tear leak out of her eye. She thought her and George had kissed in everyway possible, but she was wrong.

This kiss was hard. Mournful almost. It wasn't affectionate…or sweet…or anything else she had felt before. It was pure feeling. Feelings neither of they were ready to leave behind.

George's arms were pressing against her back almost painfully. Her body was flush up against his. Her hand tangled in his hair, the other gripping onto his shoulder as their lips moved against each other as one last grab at what they were leaving behind. They never wanted to let go.

But they had to.

George pulled away, breaking the spell that had been holding back all the awful things they had said to each other earlier. Reality hit them with hurtful force. George could taste the salt of her tears on his lips as he released her.

Alicia was slightly breathless; her fingers brushed his neckline causing him to briefly close his eyes as her fingers left his hair. The warmth of George's arms left her cold when he took a step back, all contact between them gone.

Alicia was painfully reminded of the tickle fights they used to have, back when they were friends. That seemed like another life to her, far away from where she was now.

George stared at her and she stared back. The pain was clear in her eyes now and he knew it was clear in his. She looked stunningly beautiful, even with her eyes red and streaming with silent tears. Even with her hair messed up from where his hands had been she still looked irresistible to him. Her lips were swollen from their forceful kiss and George felt his stomach lurch once more.

He yearned to reach out and hold her, to tell her everything was going to be okay. But he knew that wasn't true. He forced himself to turn away, unable to stand there a moment longer. "Bye, Alicia," he said in a cold tone. And with that he left, leaving her standing there, all alone.

Alicia watched as the door closed behind him. She angrily brushed away another tear that was rolling down her cheek. It was for the best, she thought to herself. A hollow feeling seemed to overtake her stomach as she stood there. Hoping against hope that she would wake up from this nightmare that she always dreaded would come true.

George walked down in a zombie-like state. The moment Fred saw the look on his brother's face he stood up from where he was sitting with Angelina.

"Ange, I have to—"

"Its okay, go!" Angelina said waving him away. She glanced at George curiously.

His face was blank, completely devoid of any emotion. Wordlessly he looked at Fred and they headed towards the portrait hole.

Only when they were away from everyone did they speak.

"George," Fred said desperately. "Say something."

George looked up to meet his brothers' gaze. "I don't know what to say." His eyes bore into Fred's willing him to understand, to know what had happened.

Fred's expression softened. He finally knew what his twin was feeling. Heartbroken, completely heartbroken. "No," he said coldly. "No."

"Fred—"

Fred turned away and groaned angrily clutching his forehead. "Please tell me I'm wrong. Please say that didn't happen."

George knew what Fred was thinking. "You're not wrong."

Fred looked at George. His face wasn't quite so blank anymore. The look in George's eyes cut through him like a thousand curses. Fred quickly stepped forward and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. George's loss of words was making him extremely uneasy.

"I love you, George," Fred said not knowing what else to say.

George looked up at him. "I love you too, Fred," he replied. And then in spite of everything, George just couldn't handle it anymore. He laughed.

"Wow, I must really be messed up if you decided to get all lovely dovey on me."

Fred smiled. "Yeah well, I'm going to say it was a nargle."

The walked around the corridors in silence mostly. Fred knew that all he could really do was to be there for his twin. No matter how much he tried, Fred knew he couldn't take his brother's pain away. When the finally went back to their dormitory, Alicia was gone. The room looked exactly as it had when George and Fred had first left. It looked as if nothing had happened. But Alicia was gone, in more ways than one. And George was ready to leave the year behind. He grabbed his clothes and began stuffing them into his weathered trunk, pushing all thoughts of what had happened out of his mind.

The end of George and Alicia had arrived.

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