Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Sarah Jane Stone-Black.
"Georgie Porgie pudding and pie kissed Sarah and made her cry."
A group of seventh years in green-lined black robes laughed as they walked past Gryffindor table.
George groaned, "I wish they'd stop."
"They'll forget George," Fred touched his shoulder.
"They're Slytherins. Slytherins are like elephants. They never forget."
Harry suppressed a laugh, "Especially once they find something clever to tease someone with."
"Did you seriously 'kiss Sarah and make her cry'?" Hermione looked curious.
"Yes," Sarah nodded.
"Every time we touch her-" Fred explained.
"-her mood changes." George finished.
"Right," Ron scoffed. "Nice try you two, but not likely."
"We're serious!" Fred pressed. "Just watch."
Fred turned to left and cupped Sarah's cheeks in his hands. Sarah, taken by surprise, swallowed her mouthful of pumpkin juice and stared up at him with wide eyes. After a moment, Fred let go.
Sarah coughed, "What was that about? At least give me a warning before you grab my face."
"Sorry," Fred grinned sheepishly. "Are you angry?"
"No. I have the same mood as when I came in here. I'm normal."
"You're sure?"
Sarah gave a nod.
"That's odd," George furrowed his brow.
"I told you it wasn't possible," Ron smirked.
"Why didn't your mood change when I touched you?" Fred asked.
"Dunno." Sarah shrugged her shoulders. "You said when we were experimenting that it has to with-"
"Affection. Blimey, Princess, you're right! I forgot."
"I didn't." George muttered glumly, hoping that no one had heard.
But Fred and Sarah did. Fred gave George an apologetic glance. Sarah wanted to give George an identical glance, but she knew she couldn't. If she did, it might out the fact that Fred had told her about George's feelings for her. So she pretended that she didn't hear what he had said, and took to cutting her pork chops instead.
"I still don't think it's likely," said Ron.
George reached for Sarah's hand under the table. He quickly took her left hand in his right, laced his fingers with hers, and squeezed it gently. Sarah looked at him, trying hard not to blush as he raised their hands above the table.
"How do you feel Sarah?" George raised an eyebrow, letting go of her hand.
Sarah chewed her lip, "I'm so...anxious."
"Nervous?" Fred matched his twin's expression.
"Yes! What if Bellatrix wants to come after me, too?" She grew frantic. "What if she sends Death Eaters after me? What will I do? Harry will have to start DA lessons again-"
Fred gave her a quick hug, and then took to stroking her hair gently. "Sarah, relax. Nothing is going to happen."
Sarah took a breath, "I'm sorry. What were we talking about?"
"See?" He smiled. "I told you so!"
Ron blinked, "Wow."
"That's incredible. But why does it only work when feelings are involved?" Harry questioned
Fred and George shook their heads, "We're not sure."
"Well," Hermione thought aloud. "You two care about Sarah, so maybe that's why her emotions change when you touch her."
"You're brilliant 'Mione."
"Not brilliant, just rational."
"So Fred and George," Harry took a bite of a roll, "have you made Sarah angry yet?"
Fred and George's eyes widened, "Yes."
"How angry did she get?"
"She threw candlestick holders at us."
Ron gave a snort, "Wicked."
...
After dinner, Sarah, Fred, and George went back to their suite. While Sarah retreated to her room to prepare for her back cleaning, George pulled Fred aside.
"What did you and Princess do in your dreams now?" Fred smirked. "More shagging I suppose?"
"I can't touch Sarah," George said in a low voice.
Fred stopped, "What do you mean George? Of course you can."
"No, I can't. I can't touch her, Fred." George whispered frantically.
"Why can't you?" Fred lowered his voice.
George's ears reddened, "You know why."
"Oh! You'll be fine. Just think about Aunt Tessie or Hagrid in a bikini. That always works for-"
"I'm not talking about that! I can usually control myself when it comes to getting a stiffy. I'm talking about touching Sarah."
"Oh..."
"I love her and because I love her, I can't touch her without changing her mood."
"George," Fred placed his hands on his twin's shoulders, "it will be all right."
"No, it won't. You can touch Angelina without worrying about her crying or laughing uncontrollably or going into a fit of rage. But I can't touch Sarah. Every touch, every graze of my arm against her might set her moods off. I've finally found a girl who is everything I've dreamed about and I can't even hold hands with her."
"I know it sucks but, it will be okay."
"Fred-"
"It will be okay George. Trust me."
Poor George. Please review! I'm all done with finals and I don't have school for a month due to winter break, so I'm hoping to update more.