Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.

George sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts with his twin, both of them trying to grasp what their latest teacher was talking about. He glanced over at Fred, who looked just as confused as he did. George sighed and began to think about Sarah. Sweet Sarah. He hoped she was feeling better than she did at breakfast, but he knew she wasn't. If anything, she was probably feeling worse.

"Oi, Fred," he whispered to his twin, "d'ya reckon we should check on Sarah throughout the day?"

"Definitely," Fred whispered. "I'm worried about her mate."

"Me too. I'll check on her before lunch and you'll check on her before our last class?"

"Sounds good."

George yawned and cradled his head in his hands. After the back cleaning last night, neither he nor Fred had gotten much sleep. Fred had slept during their first class while George had stayed vigilant. He closed his eyes. Hopefully Fred would pay attention and take notes while he rested his eyes for a moment.

…

George adjusted the collar on his black tuxedo as he stood in the chapel waiting for his bride. Music entered his ears and butterflies fluttered inside his stomach when he looked around. The pews were full of not only his family, but hers as well. He couldn't believe this day had finally come. Suddenly, the chapel doors opened. There she was, wearing a beautiful gown and veil.

"She's gorgeous," George whispered.

He looked to his left and saw Fred, who gave him thumbs up and smiled. When he looked to his right, he saw Hermione who dabbed at her eyes with a tissue, smiling through her tears. George watched as his bride stood next to him. He turned to face her and she did the same to him. The priest said a few words before the bride held out her left hand. George placed a ring on her finger and she did the same to him. The next thing he knew, they were pronounced husband and wife.

The priest grinned, "You may now kiss the bride."

Eager to see his new wife, George lifted the veil, revealing a girl with brown eyes, curly black hair, and fair skin. His heart began to pound as he pulled Sarah into a passionate kiss, sealing their marriage.

..

George carried Sarah to their bed and laid her down, placing his legs on either side of her.

"I love you George," Sarah kissed him, her hands pulling up her dress.

"I love you too," he grinned against her lips. "Sarah-doll."

She arched her back, her chest rubbing against his, "Mm, how much?"

"Let me show you."

George's hands roamed down her sides and around to her front. Sarah gasped at the feeling of his hands between her legs. He smirked before placing his lips on the base of her neck. Her head rolled over to her right shoulder while he nipped every so often at her skin.

"George…mm…"

He felt her hands unzip his pants and enter his boxers. He moaned inwardly, "Sarah…"

"George…George… God, George!"

….

"George, get up!" Fred shoved his twin. "George!"

Sitting up straight, George wipes his eyes and looked at his twin, "Huh?"

"Class is over mate."

"Sorry, must've dozed off."

"It's okay, let's get a move on or we'll be late for Transfiguration."

George grabbed his belongings and followed this twin into the hallway. He couldn't believe the dream he had. He married Sarah. He married Sarah. Hell, not only did he marry her but they were about to shag.

"Bloody hell," George muttered.

Fred furrowed his brow, "What?"

"Nothing."

"Something."

"Nothing."

Fred grew quiet for a moment before asking, "This wouldn't happen to be about the dream you were having, would it?"

"What dream?" George avoided his glance.

"Oh come off it!" Fred smirked. "You were practically moaning in your sleep."

George's eyes widened, "I wasn't loud was I?"

"No, no one heard you but me. But, you were on the verge of an erection."

"Fred!" George stopped.

"George!" Fred mimicked.

"Can we get off this subject?" George began to walk up the stairs. "I'd rather not be badgered right now."

Fred followed, "I understand…so you were dreaming of Sarah, then?"

"Yes. I mean, no!"

"Ha! I knew it. What happened? You two were shagging we know that much."

"We weren't shagging!" George said a little too loudly, receiving more than a few stares. He sighed and lowered his voice, "For your information, we'd just got married and we were about to start our wedding night."

"I bet you were," Fred chuckled. "Aww, Georgie's got a girlfriend."

George shook his head, "Sarah's not my girlfriend."

"Not yet, but at this rate, it's only a matter of time before you'll want to act on these little fantasies you're having about the Prank Princess." Fred draped his arm around his twin's shoulders. "You're showing all the signs I showed when I realized that I was head over hills for Angelina. Face it George, you're in love."

"You've got to promise me something Fred."

"What's that?"

"You've got to promise me you won't tell Sarah that I'm in love with her. She can't know."

"What?" Fred scoffed. "No."

George frowned, "Please, Fred? Please?"

Fred rolled his eyes, "Fine."

"Thank you!" George sighed in relief.

"Sure. Now, can I say something?"

"Go ahead."

"Thank you." Fred took a deep breath before singing, "George and Sarah laying on a tree, s-h-a-g-"

"Fred!"

"Kidding! Just kidding."

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