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

In Sarah's POV

Curled up on the couch with a blanket around me, I stared at the fire. My throat wasn't hurting anymore and nor was my head, thanks to my nap. However, my nose was now stuffy and I was certain I had fever.

I picked up my wand, "Accio CD player."

A moment later, my portable CD player floated into the room and landed gently beside me. Harry had told me about the iPod, but I told him I liked having my CD player. I never really wanted an iPod for fear that I'd accidentally break it. Placing my earbuds in my ears, I clicked a couple of buttons and smiled when the song picked up where it left off.

He ain't got his hands tied. No chains to unlock, so free to do what he wants. He's into what he's got. He loves me, he loves you not.

Completely content with my 90s CD and my blanket, I turned my attention the decorated cigar box that sat on the table in front of me. After rummaging in my trunk earlier, I'd finally found it. That box was my hiding place for anything that I'd deemed important over the years. Lifting the lid, I looked at its contents. A locket with my initials on it that was given to me at birth, a few parchment letters from my father, a lucky rabbit's foot charm, a rose-shaped barrette that Fred and George gave me my fourth year for Christmas, and a few photos. I thumbed through the letters until I found the one I was looking for. Unfolding it, I began to read its contents aloud.

"Dear Sarah, it's good to hear that things are going well for you during your fourth year at Hogwarts. I hope your classmates are treating you well. Your mother's told me that you're practically glued to the Weasley twins. For that, I have to say stick with them Sarah. Having them around will brighten your spirits. Continue to help them with pranks. After all, pranks are in your blood. I wouldn't be surprised if you've taken a fancy to one of them. Anyway, I miss you and your mother, and often think of you. Be safe, sweetie-bear. With all the love in my heart, Sirius."

I sighed and placed the letter back in the cigar box. Sometimes, I think my father knew more than he was letting off. That line about fancying one of the twins always ran through my head. He practically gave me his blessing to date one of them, yet I'd never acted on it. I never even thought about the twins as a possible love interest.

"Am I even ready to love?" I asked myself.

Nutty-nutty-nutty my love for you, I can't believe my dreams come true. I've finally found somebody whose heart is true and best of all you're nutty-nutty-nutty for me.

I put the cigar box back on the table and rubbed my eyes. I'd tried falling in 'love' before. Last time I did, I wound up dating Draco. I groaned at the thought of it. To this day, I still couldn't believe that I'd dated Malfoy. I don't know what on Earth I was thinking to be honest. I think I was desperate for love. I mean, not only was he like my first or second cousin, but he was a rude, self-absorbed Slytherin who wanted to piss "daddy" off. Unfortunately, I was a Gryffindor and I was his kin so I made a perfect candidate for someone who would "teach father a lesson".

All the signs said 'no', but the two of us said 'yes'.

We were third years and we went steady for about four months. I think he was happy and I was too, until I caught him with his tongue down the throat of a Slytherin first year. Needless to say, even though I got my heart broken, I came quickly to my senses afterwards.

I'll give you everything on this I swear, just promise you'll always be there!

I turned the volume up and began to sing along. "I'm giving you everything all that joy can bring, this I swear. And, all that I want from you is a promise you will be there." I stopped singing and groaned, "Where are Fred and George? I'm fucking bored. I need human contact."

With my CD player in hand, I walked back to my room to change into a pair of yoga pants and my Holyhead Harpies sweatshirt. After pulling my hair into frizzy bun, I placed my CD player into my sweatshirt pocket and entered the common room again.

Gotta let me in, hey, hey, hey, let the fun begin. Hey, I'm a wolf today. Hey, hey, hey, I'll huff, I'll puff, I'll huff, I'll puff, I'll blow you away! Say you won't, say you'll do what I don't. Say the truth, say to me: c'est la vie!

It wasn't long before I was dancing around the common room. "Say you will. Say you won't. Say you'll do what I don't. Say the truth, say to me: c'est la vie! Do you play with the girls, play with the boys? Do you ever get lonely playing with your toys? We can talk, we can sing. I'll be the queen and you'll be the king. Hey boy, in your tree, throw down your ladder, make a room for me. I got a house with windows and doors-"

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

My heart pounded at the voice in my ear. I whipped around quickly to find George standing behind me, a wide smirk on his lips.

"George!" I gasped. "How long have you been there?"

He chuckled, "Long enough. Oh, and for the record, Fred and I play with the girls and we do get lonely playing with our toys."

I felt my cheeks redden.

"You didn't realize that that song was dirty did you?"

"I did. I mean, I really like that song. When I was younger, I'd listen to this song for hours. It wasn't until I got older that I noticed how dirty it actually is."

"Right," George nodded. "So, how are you feeling Sarah?"

I yanked my other earbud out, "If you can tell, I'm bored. Plus, I've got a stuffy nose and it's like an igloo in here."

George placed his hand on my forehead, but drew it back as quickly as he had put it there. "Sarah-doll, you're burning up!"

"Am I? I thought so."

"You should be resting."

"I just had a nap, George," I assured him.

"You should at least lie down," he insisted.

"George-"

"Seriously Sarah, it will make me feel better if you lie down."

I sighed, "Oh, alright."

George smiled as I gathered my cigar box and CD player and headed to my room. Once in bed, I propped myself up with pillows. I grinned to myself. I'd forgotten how comfortable the bed was.

"Thank you Sarah-doll," George sat beside me. "Now, is there anything you need while I'm here? I can't stay long 'cause I have to get to potions."

I waved my hand, "I'm fine, go to potions. I don't want you to get a detention."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

George leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "See you later Sarah."

"See you later," I smiled.

As I watched him leave my room, my heart skipped a beat. I touched the place where he'd kissed me and felt light and fluttery. It was like the feeling I'd had when I was with Malfoy, only ten times greater, ten times truer.

I shook my head at myself, "No. I can't be…"

Ignoring my thoughts, I placed my earbuds back in my ears, allowing the song to take my mind off of what I thought I was feeling about George.

At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Please review. I apologize for the songs and the wait.