George apologized repeatedly over the next two days. He and Fred had been putting the final payment down for their store at Diagon Alley, something I couldn't begrudge him over. I forgave him and allowed him to follow me on my rounds again, reveling in his nearness, loving it when I passed Umbridge in the halls and she had no idea that George Weasley was much closer to me than eight inches.

Right after I saw her, George invariably pulled me into the first empty classroom we came upon, throwing the cloak off and claiming my lips in a searing kiss. It was intoxicating. Partly because we were doing it illegally, breaking more than ten decrees, but partially because he was so good. I liked everything about him. Everything, even his pranks. I hadn't told him, but he was actually my first kiss. Everyone thought I had kissed Victor, but I hadn't let him. I hadn't really wanted anything more than friendship from him. No, George was the first person I had ever done anything romantic with, the first man I'd ever kissed, ever dated.

The next week passed quickly and before I knew it we were nearing the end of March. Terry hadn't made another move on me, but George also hadn't left my side. I hadn't told him about Terry's persistence. I didn't want to say anything, and I was honestly embarrassed about it. I'd spent a lot more time with both him and Fred, plus I was seeing more of Angelina. I'd never given her much thought, but she was actually really nice.

Everyone was questioning Harry now. They were curious about what had happened. He answered their questions, finally talking about that night. Everyone was reading the Quibbler, despite Umbridge's ban. Plus, everyone was getting fed up with her; they began talking back, breaking decrees. I was constantly brewing Murtlap, but I didn't mind. She'd turned the horror of having to scar your skin into a badge of pride. Students showed them off proudly, seeing who had gotten the cooler message, and who'd had to write more. It became a sign of rebellion, a badge of pride that unified us all in our fight against her. She couldn't stop us from fighting, and the DA kept gaining members, growing steadily fuller despite her efforts. The most notable new member though, was none other than Seamus.

The inclusion of Seamus nearly had me in tears. The five of them, Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean, and Seamus, were closer than anyone cared to admit, and the fact that Seamus had not been speaking to Harry or Ron had really hurt them. I paired up with George as usual, and we practiced our Patronuses. It was the spell I had the most trouble doing, but it always came much easier when I was around George. Probably because he made me so very happy.

I let my gaze drift around the room, looking at all the people I'd gotten to know over the year. Everyone was doing Patronuses. Ron was standing by Luna, and my brain registered that that should be important, but I pushed it away for a moment. Fred was laughing loudly at something and I looked over to see Angelina being chased by a silvery fox. He didn't notice a silvery bird, one that looked distinctly like a budgie, coming up behind him until it was pecking him on the head. He yelped in surprise and Angelina let out a mischievous laugh.

"Harry, I think I'm doing it!" Seamus yelled from across the room. "Look - ah - it's gone . . . but it was definitely something hairy, Harry!"

A giggle left my lips despite myself, probably because I was so filled with happiness. Nothing seemed like it could go wrong. I had just turned back around to George, smiling as I walked up to him, when I heard the door open and close. I turned around to see who had come, and didn't see anyone at first. Then my eyes made their way to Harry, and I saw Dobby standing in front of him.

Uh-oh

"Hi, Dobby!" Harry said, only slightly worried. "What are you - What's wrong?"

The elf's eyes were wide with terror and he was shaking. The members of the DA closest to Harry had fallen silent; everybody in the room was watching Dobby. The few Patronuses people had managed to conjure faded away into silver mist, mine included, and it left the room looking and feeling much darker than before. I stepped over to the right, towards George, without conscious thought. He wrapped his arm around me protectively while Dobby kept speaking.

"Harry Potter, sir . . ." the elf squeaked, trembling from head to foot, "Harry Potter, sir . . . Dobby has come to warn you . . . but the house-elves have been warned not to tell . . . "

"What's happened, Dobby?" Harry asked, grabbing the elf's tiny arm and holding him away from anything with which he might seek to hurt himself.

"Harry Potter . . . she . . . she . . ."

"Who's 'she', Dobby?" Harry asked, his face growing pale. He knew though. We all knew. There was only one person who could be coming.

"Umbridge?" Harry asked in a horrified whisper, his face going even paler.

Somehow, Harry managed to keep a straight head on. I was panicking far worse than I ever had before. My body had gone rigid but I was shaking uncontrollably. I'd latched onto George's arm so tight that it would probably take the Jaws of Life to extract my hand.

"Is she coming?" Harry asked quietly.

"Yes, Harry Potter, yes!" Dobby wailed, pounding his head on the floor.

Straightening up, Harry stared at our still, terrified forms. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" he bellowed. "RUN!"

Everyone pelted towards the exit at once. George was pulling me along. The door was packed for a moment, and then it burst open and students ran all over. I turned back as George drug me onward, yelling for Harry to get a move on. He was trying to grab Dobby, and I knew then he wouldn't make it, but I couldn't get back. George, ever the calm one in moments like these, pulled me away from where I was headed, and dragged me towards the library. Of course, the library was closer than the dorm, and it would make more sense for me to be there. I nearly cried with relief when I ducked inside its doors. I knew this room. I was back on even footing.

George led me down the aisle to a table in the far corner. Fred and Angelina were right behind him and helped him pull a few books off the shelf and lay them on the table, opening them at pages with amazing speed. Fred and Angelina then sat down, before going at each other in a passionate embrace.

George then sat down in a chair, pulled me down on top of his lap and began to snog me furiously, pulling at my shirt, running his long fingers through my hair, and making me breathless. He pulled one hand from my hair after a moment and grabbed my hand, pulling it to his own shirt. I complied and began pulling at it, before I dove my other hand into his ginger locks. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I knew George Weasley was far better at not getting caught than I was, so I followed his lead. Plus, Fred and Angelina were doing the same thing, so obviously it was some sort of plan they knew of. I kissed him as soundly as I could from my position, but I needed a better angle. So I moved around on him until I was straddling his lap.

I'd never gotten this serious with George, and it scared me a little, but I was enjoying myself. He was a brilliant kisser, and the hand he was running up and down my back was causing me to shiver in extremely pleasant ways. Normally, I would have been horrified at the fact that I was kissing George this, um, passionately in front of other people, but right now I was just enjoying it. I probably would have gone on for hours, and George certainly seemed inclined to, but we were interrupted.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? STOP WAVING YOUR WAND AROUND IN MY LIBRARY!" Madame Pince bellowed at someone before a hand was pulling me from George roughly. I landed in another chair and was surprised to see Draco glaring down at me, wand drawn and aimed at George, Fred, and Angelina, and he was looking oddly upset.

"What," growled George, who, to my immense relief, looked thoroughly snogged, "do you think you're doing?" He had stood now, and was walking towards the much shorter Malfoy threateningly.

Malfoy, whose arm was still on my shoulder, paled visibly-probably remembering how thoroughly George had hit him-took a small step back, his hand still on my shoulder. Fred was right behind his brother, a dark look on his face. Angelina was staring at him, pulling his arm towards her. He finally got the message and stepped back beside her. Malfoy was still holding me, and I finally got my thoughts together enough to actually do something about it.

"Let go of me!" I said, shoving his hand off me and standing. Malfoy looked down at me in surprise, apparently having forgotten I was there. I turned so I was standing next to George and looked at Madame Pince. She was glaring fiercely at Malfoy's drawn wand, clearly wanting to hex the ignorant little git. I quite agreed with her. Any spell could cause immense damage to the books in this library. In an act that surprised me a little bit I reached forward, and pushed the tip down, so it was pointing at the floor.

Malfoy's eyes had traveled to mine and then dropped to my neckline, his eyes widening in surprise, and then his mouth twitched up into an evil smirk. I felt a cold breeze and then lowered my eyes to discover that my bra was showing, to my immense and utter horror. I quickly straightened, up, buttoning my shirt back up as I did so. George had turned a furious red, and looked as though he were about to explode as he glared at Malfoy.

Madame Pince, who had started when she realized what Malfoy was looking at, also looked like she would have liked to hex him. I was probably her favorite student, and she had even given me permission to lock up for her on occasion.

"What do you want?" George snarled again, pulling me so I was behind him. I peeked around his shoulder, wondering if we'd been caught on our way in here.

"Yeah?" Fred growled his face murderous. "Was one round not enough for you? Need another beating?" Angelina clutched his arm and looked pleadingly at him, clearly not wanting a fight.

Malfoy shook his head and seemed to come out of some sort of trance before returning to his cocky grin. "I'm gathering up students. Umbridge found some suspicious activity, and she told us to round up all the students in on it."

"Then you've got four who weren't," Madame Pince said quickly before George or I could reply. "These four have been in here studying since dinner. They've been, ah, going at it, for the last half hour." She was still glaring at Malfoy, but had given me a small smile.

"A fifth year studying with three seventh?" Malfoy said, not sounding fooled.

"Yeah," George said, leaning forward threateningly. "I was helping her study for her Charms OWL."

"Fred and I were studying for our Charms NEWT," Angelina said in a no questions voice. Malfoy ignored her and Fred, turning to George and me. He leaned in towards George, raising his wand again.

"Looked more like you were trying to get inside the mudblood to me," Draco said bitterly. George roared and leapt over the desk, knocking Malfoy to the floor at the same time Madame Pince started yelling at him. Fred was with him in half a second and both boys were far more than Malfoy could handle. Angelina was yelling in outrage at Malfoy's use of the word, but I didn't even care he'd used it. I just didn't want anyone to get into any more trouble.

"NO!" I started yelling, trying to get to the boys. They were tangled up and throwing punches, but George's were better aimed and Fred's better executed. Malfoy was looking rough and it had only been a few seconds. I shot a freezing spell at him as quickly as I could, pulling George off of him as best I could. He finally came with me, glaring at the still frozen Malfoy. I turned instantly to Madame Pince, as Angelina pulled Fred up. She looked horrified by the whole ordeal.

"I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, checking the books on the desk for damage. "I-"

But she cut me off, pulling me, and I in turn pulling George who pulled Fred who pulled Angelina, out of the aisle and down the library till we were at the entrance.

"Go," she whispered. "I'll keep the little fiend here, but don't come back tonight. I'll keep your alibi if anyone should ask." A small smile played on her lips as she looked at me, but quickly turned back into her fierce scowl as she saw George behind me.

I nodded my head, thanking her profusely before George pulled me away. I exited the room with him, holding his hand and leaning into him as we walked down the hall. Fred and Angelina were beside us, just as tense and quiet. We made it to the common room, thanking Merlin that we weren't caught.

Thanks for all your review so far, there the best! Let me know of any plot lines you'd like to see... Things are about to get crazy at Hogwarts!

Thanks also to Ninja Goldfish who took the time to beta this story.