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

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In Sarah's POV

"Oh God…Sarah!"

My body arched against him, "George!"

"I love you, Sarah-doll," he whispered in my ear.

"I love you too," I breathed.

I glanced briefly at our wedding garments on the floor and smiled. George smiled back. We took each other's lips hungrily. George pushed forward again, his hands grabbing my hips as he continued to drive into me.

"Sarah…mmm…" his eyes closed.

My lips parted, "George…"

"Sarah…Sarah…"

"Sarah, wake up!"

I sat upright. What the bloody hell was all of that about? I'd never had an erotic dream about anyone before, let alone about Fred or George. Touching my forehead, I felt the start of a cold sweat and a continuation of a fever.

"Sarah," Fred sat on the bed, "are you all right?"

My eyes looked at a man with red hair and a worried expression, "Fred, what are you doing here?"

"You didn't come to lunch so I decided to check on you a bit early. You look complete done in." He placed his hand on my forehead but quickly withdrew it. "You're burning up!"

That didn't surprise me. I lay back against my pillows and conjured a tissue, blowing my now stuffy nose.

"Someone's got a cold," Fred conjured more tissues for me.

"Someone's prank got out of hand," I snapped, but quickly regretted it. "I'm sorry."

"Not to worry, Princess. I completely deserved that."

"That doesn't mean I should treat you like you're a prat. Don't you have a class?"

"I have a few minutes before I need to be there," Fred tucked the blankets around me. "It's a good thing that I came when I did, you were moaning in your sleep."

I felt myself blush and wondered if he could tell. "Was I?"

Fred nodded.

"Great."

"You moaning in your sleep…it remind me that I want to tell you something Sarah. The problem is that I gave George my word that I wouldn't say anything to you."

"Well then, you should keep to that word," I suggested. "You shouldn't tell me unless it's something really serious."

"I think it's something that you need to know."

"Tell me then."

Fred apologized to George under his breath before he began to explain what had happened during Defense Against the Dark Arts. I listened intently with my legs folded until he finished his story. He rubbed the back of his neck, "So, yeah, I just thought you should know."

"George…" I swallowed dryly, "George fancies me?"

"Yes."

"And he told you this?"

"Yes. He told me himself. He said 'I'm in love with Sarah. She can't know.'"

I rubbed my eyes, "Blimey. He dreamt he was shagging me?"

"Yes," Fred touched my shoulder. "I knew I shouldn't have told you."

"I'm all right."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, perfectly all right. I'm glad you told me though."

"Well, if you're sure."

I have a reassuring smile, "I am. Now, get to class. A detention is the last thing you need."

"Oh! Right you are!" He kissed my forehead. "See you later, Sarah. Try to get some rest, yeah?"

"I'll try. Bye," I waved.

Fred waved back and left my room. I listened for the suite door to close before touching my forehead. The place where he had kissed me didn't have the same fluttery feel that it did when George had kissed me. When Fred had told me about George's feelings for me, my heart began to jump.

I couldn't believe it. I had feelings for George Weasley. He and Fred were my best friends and had been from my first day at Hogwarts. I couldn't be in love with him. But I had to be in love with him, what else would explain the tingle when George kissed my forehead? Or the pounding in my heart whenever he hugged or kissed me or said my name? Or the dream I had about him?

Closing my eyes, I whispered his name. "George."

The mere mention of his name and I felt light. There was no doubt about it. I fancied George Weasley. Now the only question was how do I handle it? Do I tell George how I feel? Do I keep it to myself? I lay back down. I was definitely going to have to sleep on this.

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