I woke up early having had a surprisingly good night's sleep. Surprising because there was a madman running around the school and I had spent the night in a large purple bag on the stone floor, without a pillow or mattress.

Maybe I was wrong about the pillow. I opened my eyes and found myself in a position I must admit, I had not expected to be in. I had my arms around George and my head on his chest with his arms wrapped around me too. It was surprisingly comfortable actually. Then of course I remembered what I was wearing and knew I would now have to get up and got to the dorms to change.

I tried to sit up but couldn't detach myself from George without waking him, which I didn't want to do if I couldn't go to the dorms anyway.

"Percy!" I hissed across the room at him. He looked exhausted, as though he'd been up all night pacing the hall. He probably has actually. Probably thrilled at getting such a large responsibility as head boy.

"Percy!" I hissed again. He looked up and walked towards me. When he was a few feet away he stopped and I saw he was wearing a smirk to rival that Malfoy kid's. Suddenly I realised exactly what I'd done and cursed myself internally.

I had just called a head boy over to see me wrapped irretrievably around some guy, even worse, this guy was his brother. Lovely Alicia, really well done.

"Oh shut up smirking Percy!" I snapped in a whisper. This made him smirk even worse. "Listen, can we go up to our dorms yet?" Percy nodded.

"P-Professor Dumbledore came in about ten minutes ago to say it was safe to go." He yawned.

"Thanks!" I said, then waited for him to move on. He just stood there, still smirking, not moving an inch. Fine then. I released myself from George and climbed from my sleeping back. I stood up and stretched in front of Percy then walked slowly out of the hall, wiggling my hips as much as possible.

The expression on his face was priceless. He may well have dislocated his jaw it dropped so low. He stared at me in amazement and wonder as I crossed the hall and stopped just before I reached the door. I didn't have to but I felt it would just really rub it in. I stopped, turned around, and winked at him suggestively, holding in my laughter until I was out of sight. That was fun.

Strangely enough little bits of leather and lace aren't very warm so I hurried upstairs and changed into my skinny jeans and a top that was not see through. I decided to be nice and bring down clothes for my friends too so I went back down to the still sleeping hall and stole back into my sleeping bag. In his sleep George wrapped his arms back around me and I rested my head on his chest.

At about half past nine other people began to stir. I felt George waking up next to me and propped my head up on the heel of my hand, my elbow resting on the floor. "Morning sunshine!" I said as he opened his eyes. I saw the time it took him to piece together enough events to work out why Alicia Spinet had been sleeping next to him, then a big grin split his face.

"Morning!" he replied, then rolled onto of me, kissing me happily.

"Morning Geor-arrrgh!" came a yell then a thud from beside us. George looked up to see his twin on the floor again. It seemed that Fred had got up then looked over at me and George and been so shocked to see what his twin was doing he had fallen over again. He sat up with a slightly scared look on his face.

"When I just wake up, seriously guys, not cool." I giggled and George smiled but rolled off me.

"Sorry Fred." We chorused. It seemed Fred's little yell had woken up the rest of our friends.

"What the hell?" asked Katie getting up.

"Errm, Katie you might want to get back into that sleeping bag." I told her. Instantly she was on the floor again with the sleeping bag up to her nose. She was mouthing something silently that looked suspiciously like "shit, shit, shit" over and over, much like Angelina was also doing next to her.

"It's okay girls, I got you some clothes!" I said chucking them over. Both of them ducked down into their sleeping bags to get changed and emerged in more decent clothes but with much messier hair. They announced their intention of going up to the dormitories and after a kiss from George, (a very small one with a smile at Fred, remembering the shock he'd displayed earlier) I followed them upstairs.

The transition between friends and dating with George had been non-existent. Nothing changed apart from the snogging. We were still best friends, still hung out normally with our normal friends and did our normal things, only it was much better because he actually volunteered to let me sit on him at breakfast after an explanation of why it had happened in the first place. I'd thought Roger Davies (the notorious man whore and womaniser (who I only dated for a short while by the way)) was a good kisser but he was nothing on George.

However some of our make out sessions weren't entirely perfect. One evening I was walking up to the common room on my own when George caught up with me. Being George he didn't stop to say hello he just kissed me up against the wall. It was wonderful, then Fred turned the corner and screamed, that kind of killed the atmosphere.

Not that it wasn't funny but… I did feel kind of sorry for Fred. As he explained later that evening, "You have no idea how weird it is to go round a corner and see yourself up against the wall kissing some girl. It'd just not right."

After a few more interruptions from a screaming twin we decided to find more private places to go, for instance there's a large chamber caved in at one end that used to be a secret passageway a few years ago on the second floor, a particularly large broom cupboard on the third floor and outside, round the back of the castle, is a little alcove with a beautiful view, when it's sunny, of the lake and the mountains around us. I loved spending time with George, but often I could see there was something on his mind, and when I asked him about it he always denied it and moved on.

One night we were kissing in an empty classroom when he pulled away suddenly. He opened his mouth to say something, but then shut it again. "George, what's bothering you? And don't you dare deny it!" He looked as though he was going to anyway for a moment, then it seemed to burst out of him.

"Who was it that you smelled when we made the amourtentia?" he said quickly. I smiled.

"Do you wear hair jell?" I asked

"What? What does it matter if I wear hair jell? Just answer my-"

"Do you wear hair jell?" I said again

"Yes, I wear hair jell, okay? But seriously-" he snapped at me

"Hair jell."

"Yes I do wear hair jell, but what did you smell?"

"I just told you." I smiled. "I smelled hair jell." It took a moment for this to sink in properly. I watched as his brain processed this and a smile crept across his freckled face. He laughed, a kind of free laugh that was just so innocently happy, he looked almost inspirationally happy, he was so obviously relieved and glad and again just happy that it was him I liked, not anyone else.

Still beaming right across his face George pulled me toward him and kissed me, soft and gentle. It was the most innocent kiss he'd given me since we'd started dating because this one wasn't passionate and heated like the other ones, this one was just relief and happiness and freedom. I loved it, how great he felt, how great the kiss felt, but I broke away. He looked at me, puzzled and curious. "Now you listen to me George Weasley, I may have had a load of boyfriends over the years but it's you I want, you I've wanted since second year and you are not going to be all humble and noble like I you're your stupidly nice personality will tell you to be, okay?" If I thought he was happy before he was now beyond that, radiating it. "Alicia, I, I," He struggled for words, then just gave up entirely and planted his lips down on to mine, much less innocent this time. That was one of the best evenings of my life.