I was going to kill Harry James Potter. That boy was wanted by the darkest wizard of all time, and he just decided to wander off because he saw Malfoy looking suspicious and going down Knockturn Alley. News flash, Draco Malfoy's dad is a known Death Eater, and his Aunt is the craziest Death eater out there. Why on earth should it be surprising that he was in Knockturn Alley? Obviously he doesn't keep the best company. Voldemort had probably come down hard on his family. He'll probably be forced to join the cause as soon as he turns 17.

We'd found Harry five minutes after Fred sent the message. He and Ron were both in the back room, looking winded, but no one else seemed to notice. We'd had to leave immediately, I didn't even get a chance to kiss George goodbye. Mrs. Weasley yelled at poor Sirius for the entire walk back to the car, ignoring Hagrids protests that he had lost him too. The actual ride home was quiet and awkward, and dinner was tense. It wasn't until I finally got to go upstairs to my bedroom that Harry actually told me about what they had been doing. They'd wanted to bring me along, but couldn't find me.

Apparently Malfoy was talking to Borign about repairing some item. The boys couldn't see what it was, but Malfoy had been admit about him protecting it. Harry was beginning to show signs of obsessing over it. I tried to distract him, but to no luck. It wasn't that I didn't believe him. I had no doubt that Malfoy had indeed been acting suspicious. I just didn't think there was anything we could do about it right now, so why obsess over it?

I finally just let them keep talking while I read one of my favorite books, Little Women. I always wanted to have three sisters, to live in a family as big as theirs. The Weasley's were the closest I'd ever come to a family like theirs. Harry had become the brother I'd always wanted, and the best friend I'd never had. Ginny was as good as a sister, and Fleur was quickly becoming an older sister to me.
The next few days passed by in a haze of school preparations. George and Fred got even more busy at the shop and couldn't stop by to see us. I was spending more time with Fleur, Ginny wasn't happy about it, but she didn't say anything.

Finally, it was the day before we'd go back to Hogwarts. The Order had come over for supper, and now, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Bill, Fleur, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and myself were sitting in the living room. We were all chatting about the upcoming school year and Sirius and Remus were telling us a hilarious story about a prank the Marauders had pulled when they were younger.

"Then, Prongs came running in the room waving a blue broomstick in the air." Sirius exclaimed, tears falling from his eyes at how hard he was laughing.

"What'd McGonagall do?" Ron asked, leaning forward in his seat eagerly.

"What could she do? She gave us a detention for disrupting the class and then went on with the lesson." Remus said, chuckling fondly at the memory. I smiled to, laughing lightly at the stories.

"Hey guys!" Two voices called out from behind us. I jumped and turned around, a huge smile lighting my face as Fred, George, and Angelina walked in the room. George came and sat beside me on the couch and I moved over to make room for Angelina and Fred. George smiled wickedly as I wiggled over and picked me up, twisting me about and tugging me back down so that I landed on his lap. He pulled me to him and locked his arms around my waist. Fred sat down beside him and pulled Angelina into his lap with a smile. I blushed nervously as George sat very still, looking at me like he was worried I'd hex him or something. I smiled softly at him and leaned back, snuggling into his arms. He relaxed and grinned.

"Any more stories?" Harry asked eagerly. He'd enjoyed the stories the most, for obvious reasons. It was the only way he could really find out anything about his father. Sirius grinned at the request and nodded his head.

"Yeah, I think I can come up with a few, what about you Moony?"

"Any you want to tell Padfoot." Remus said, smiling. Fred stiffened beside me and George froze beneath me, gripping me tighter.

"What did you just say?" They both asked together, their voices excited.

"I asked if he wanted to tell another story." Sirius said, looking curious.

"No, what did you call him?" Fred said, grinning excitedly.

"Moony, it's his nickname." Sirius answered, looking amused now.

"Merlin's beard!" George exclaimed, pulling me tighter. "You're the Mauraders!"

"Yeah," Remus and Sirius said together.

"We found your map first year." Fred explained.

"We figured out how to open it and read about your names." George continued.

"Couldn't figure out who you were, looked in the library and everything."

"Was James Prongs?"

"And Peter Wormtail?"

"Yes," Sirius answered, smiling widely. "How did you figure out how to open the map?"

"Wasn't easy." Fred laughed. "Darn near did us in."

"I was the one who figured it out." George said proudly. "We had used every spell and password we could think of, and Fred finally just stuck his wand on it and said 'We want to cause Mischief.' A few words flickered at that, but nothing else happened. So I came up with the idea of making it a formal request."

"Yeah, I figured out how to hide it." Fred said, there obvious excitement at figuring out the map was contagious. I'd know that Remus, Sirius, James, and Peter were the marauders for a very long time, it had never occurred to me to tell them that fact.

We ended up talking for two more hours, until Remus, Tonks, and Sirius had to leave. It was midnight, and Fred and George said they had to leave too.

"Wait a minute," George whispered as I made to kiss him good bye. "I want to talk to you longer, would you like to meet me outside in ten minutes?"

"Of course I whispered back." He smiled widely and kissed me on the lips before stepping into the fire and returning to his apartment. Mrs. Weasley had refused to let me stay up any later to talk with him, insisting that I needed my rest. If she thought I was in bed though she could hardly get mad.

I ran up to the bedroom as quickly as I could and went through my clothes, picking out a long sleeved shirt that wasn't to baggy, and taking my hair out of the pony tail I'd had it put up in.

"Where do you think you're going to night?" A voice asked behind me. I jumped and yelped, turning to see Ginny standing behind me, her arms crossed and a smile playing on her lips.

"Umm," I started, feeling guilty and nervous.

"You don't have to explain." She said, smiling happily. "I get it, I thought Mum was being over bearing with the whole go to bed now thing to." She walked over to me and fidgeted with my hair for a moment.

"There, that's better, now it's not so obvious it was put up."

"Tha- ah!" I yelped at the sound of something hitting the window behind me. I jumped and turned around, my hand flying to my chest as the other flew to cover my mouth. Another 'thunk' sounded and I realized what was causing the noise, some one was throwing pebbles at my window.

I went up to the window and pushed it open, sticking my head out with a smile as I saw who was throwing the rocks. George was standing on the ground with a big grin on his face and a bundle of Buttercups.

"Mind if I come up?" He asked, a goofy grin lighting his handsome face. I nodded my head eagerly and ducked back inside so he could get in. Half a minute later he was at my window, holding his hand out for me to join him. He was on a broomstick.

Oh Merlin's Beard, flying? I hated flying.

He handed me the flowers and I laid them on my bed with shaky hands before turning back to him. George smiled softly and flew closer to the window, so close that his leg was touching it. "Come on Hermione, do you trust me?"

How could I respond to that? I was terrified at the idea of flying-I hated it more than any thing else. Yet I did trust George, explicably, I'd do anything for him.

I grabbed his hand.

He had me out the window, in the air, and on the broom in front of him in less than a heartbeat. He secured his arm around my waist and pulled me so that I was leaning back into him. Normally when I get on a broom stick, I'm instantly filled with an awful fear. My legs start shaking, my arms lock, and I feel like I'm going to throw up. This time was different, I couldn't think of how high up I was, I could only think of how good it felt to have George holding on to me. He gently steered the broomstick away from the Burrow towards the lake on the edge of the property. I actually enjoyed the flight, I didn't notice the height at all. I even was a slight bit disappointed when he we landed. George led me to our tree and sat down on a blanket pulling me down beside him. He wrapped another blanket around us and pulled me towards him so that I was leaning into his side with our backs against the tree trunk.

"Ready to go back to Hogwarts yet?" He asked after a few minutes. I shook my head and leaned into him harder.

"I can think of a few things I'll miss while I'm gone."I said cheekily, turning my cheek so that I could look him in the eyes.

"Aww," He said, grinning. "Are you going to miss me?"

"Nope," I said instantly. "It'll be a bugger not seeing Bill anymore." He poked me in the back while I laughed at his hurt face. "Of course I'll miss you silly, well, I'll miss your kisses anyway."

"Uh huh." He said, smiling again. "I'm rather good at that." He rubbed his knuckles against his chest and smiled cockily. "It's one of m y many qualities. Helps that I've got a great arse too." He finished, a gleam lighting his eyes as he remembered how I'd ogled him the other day.

"Why do you think I'm dating you?" I asked, laughing softly.

"And here I thought it was because of my personality."

"Whatever am I going to do while I'm away? I'll have no one to stop me from studying or reading." I said, laughing at first but feeling sad when I finished. George pulled me even closer to him and wrapped his arms around me. He began to gently rub circles into my back while he tugged my legs over his gently. He had moved me so that I was now sitting sideways in his lap, with my head resting against his heart.

"I left you a package of Patented Day Dream Charms in your room." He said softly. The sound of his heartbeat and the comforting feeling of his hand on my back was making me feel sleepy and I didn't mind the idea of falling asleep in his arms. In fact, I rather liked it.

"Wonderful, but I won't need them to dream of you." I murmured into his neck. My mind was growing hazy with sleep and I couldn't tell what George was saying in reply. The last thing I was aware of was a pair of warm lips brushing against my forehead. I heard him say something, but I couldn't discern if it was dream or reality.

"Sleep tight, Love."

A/N: Keep reading and reviewing with your ideas/thoughts. i'm still planning on changing quite a bit of Half Blood Prince, I never really liked the book all that much anyway. Just a reminder, I positvely will not kill Fred in this story, you can rest assured that Fred will never be dead in any story I write. If he is dead, then I'll write him back to life.

Enjoy!