I hesitantly knocked on the door. Molly Weasley opened it, looking surprised at seeing me. Within a heartbeat she was grinning and pulling me inside. "Sophia, dear! What a wonderful surprise!"

"I stopped by George and Fred's shop, but the girl there told me they were at home. She gave me the address, I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"Oh nonsense! Come, come! They're just sitting with the others."

I followed her to the back of the house where more than a dozen people were sitting around a table laughing. My eyes found George and I smiled.

His eyes softened and he got to his feet, pulling me into a hug. "What are you doing here?"

I held up a manila envelope. "You said something about your sister being a fan of the team?"

"Yes, Ginny," he said, pointing to her. She was a beautiful girl with long red hair, sitting on the lap of Harry Potter.

"I pulled a few strings and scoured up a few tickets for tomorrow's match. We're pretty wretched this season, but I thought you might like to go."

She grinned, nodding her head. "I'd love that!"

I handed her the envelope. "It's not much of thanks for what happened with Mallory, but I had to do something."

George smiled down at me. "You didn't have to do anything."

"Yes, well, we feel differently on the matter, don't we?"

He chuckled, his hands grazing over my hips.

"George, go get a chair for Sophia," Molly ordered.

"Oh, I can't stay." I pulled away from George's hands, much to his displeasure. "I only stopped by to make sure you got the tickets."

"There's plenty of—."

George interrupted his mother, "I'll walk you out."

I rolled my eyes at him. "If you insist."

"Feisty," he teased, pulling me with him.

"Thank you, Sophia!" Ginny called after us.

George made sure the door was securely shut before pressing me up against one of the house walls and leaning his forehead against mine. "When will you give me an answer?" he groaned.

I pressed my palms against his chest in a futile effort to push him away from me. The battle at Hogwarts had happened two months ago, and since then I had received a letter from George every two days. He never wrote with a need for a reply, he simply told me what he loved about me. He told me about his life, growing up with five brothers and a sister. The last few letters he had asked me to go on just one date with him. I hadn't replied to any letter thus far, and a small part of me had known that coming here today would have forced me to finally answer him.

**George's Point of View**

I looked her up and down shamelessly. The purple wrap dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her toned legs and arms. The black ankle boots she wore only added to the effect. My hand twisted through her long, dark hair. "An answer, darling?"

She breathed out. Her eyes were wide. "I-I'll…" She stopped suddenly. A smirk appeared on her face. "If my team wins tomorrow then I will go on a date with you."

"And if you lose?"

One of her hands trailed up from my chest to cradle my face. "You better hope I do." And with that she was gone.

I fell forward and my face collided with the stone wall of the house. I could feel the blood trailing down my chin as I entered the house.

"Oh goodness!" Mum exclaimed upon seeing me.

Ron chuckled. "She take a swing at you?"

Bill laughed as he blood dripped to my gray t-shirt. "Better keep your hands to yourself next time, Georgie."

I glared at them, taking the rag Remus was offering me. "We were talking, and she apparated." Upon seeing everyone's knowing gazes I felt the blood rush towards my face. "Alright, that's not all of it, but she didn't punch me."

Ginny began going through the contents of the envelope from Sophia. Her breath hitched in her throat. "She gave us an entire box for seating."