A/N: I'm TERRIBLY sorry for not updating sooner. I had an ass-load of stuff happening and I feel sooo bad for not writing. But thank you for being patient! And FINALLY im-the-doctor has returned (Where the hell have you been?)! So this is a filler, nothing big. But I put something funny at the end for George, so get ready to laugh! :)

Rosaline's POV

Seeing Blaine again brought back the worst memories of my life. I enjoyed forgetting about everything he did to me. And then the pathetic, stupid, selfish, cocky bastard just had to waltz back in, bringing all of the memories with him and just dumping them on me. How could he do that to me? I hate him. I hate him more than anyone. I hate him, hate him, hate him, hate him...

"Rosaline," Aaralyn said, interrupting my thoughts.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" she asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Yeah," I said quickly, "Why would you ask that?"

"Oh well I don't know," she said in mock puzzlement, "Maybe because you were glaring at the floor and your knuckles are know white from making such tight fists."

I looked down at my hands to see that she was right; my knuckles were white and my fists were starting to shake. I quickly loosened my hands, feeling the immediate ache in my bones. I lightly shook my hands but failed to wear off the pain.

"Is there something on your mind?" Aaralyn asked, "I haven't seen you this mad since...well, you know..."

"Would you be surprised if I told you it was for the same reason?" I asked.

Aaralyn looked at me wide-eyed, but her shock then eased. She sighed and shook her head.

"Rosaline you shouldn't dwell on the past," she said, "I know that you trusted Blai - sorry, I didn't mean to mention -"

"It's okay," I said.

"Okay," Aaralyn said in an unsure tone, "Anyways, it was Blaine's decision to join to Division. And then he gave them information on our whereabouts, which was worse. But at least he didn't do something worse than that."

"He did," I said, "Remember when I found out my dad was killed?"

"Yeah," she sighed sadly, "Worst day ever. Damn the Pop family."

"Yeah, funny thing," I said, "The Pop family didn't kill Dad."

"How would you know that?" she asked.

"The way he died," I said, "It was too simple for the Pop family. They were the kind of people that bound them, tortured them and then killed them. It was cheap and dirty...just like Division."

"I'm not surprised," she growled, "I bet Carver was behind it, too."

"I know Carver was behind it," I said, "No one else wanted to kill my dad more than him."

"Very true," she nodded, "But what does this have to do with Blaine?"
I thought for a moment, thinking about whether I should say anything or not. But then I shook my head.

"It's nothing," I lied.

"Okay," Aaralyn said, "Well anyways, I have something to tell you."

"Alright," I said, "I need something else to think about anyway."

"Just promise me you won't be mad," she begged.

"Oh God, this can't be good," I groaned, "What did you do now?"

"Hey!" she gasped.

"Sorry," I said, holding up my hands in defense, "Continue."

"Alright," she said, still slightly offended, "George and Fred are dropping out of Hogwarts."

"What?" I gasped, "Why?"

"Long story short," she said, "They're opening up a joke shop in Diagon Alley, they hate what Umbridge has done with the school and they don't see a point in finishing if they could open it right now."

I slowly took in each bit and then finally breathed out. I had always been one to disapprove of quitting school, but since it was Umbridge we were talking about, I might as well make an exception.

"Well," I said, "This is...big."

"Isn't that a lovely way to describe it?" Aaralyn scoffed.

"How am I supposed to describe it?" I asked, "It's...like I said before, big. I'm speechless, honestly."

"Well if you're speechless about that..." she drifted off.

I looked at her curiously as she anxiously fiddled with her fingers.

"I'm going with them," she finally said.

I felt a sudden tightness in my throat. I coughed from choking on my own saliva, lightly grasping onto my upper chest. My breathing started to become even again. I sighed and then looked up to see Aaralyn staring at me as if I had four heads.

"You're going with them?" I repeated.

"Yeah," she said slowly.

"Okay," I said coolly.

"Really?" she asked shocked.

"Yeah, just one question though," I said, "Are you out of your freakin' mind?"

"I knew you'd act like this," she muttered.

"Of course I would!" I said shrilly, "You're 15! You shouldn't leave your education for some guy."

"It's not just George," Aaralyn rolled her eyes.

"Oh really?" I asked sarcastically, "Then what else?"

"I don't belong in Hogwarts," she said, "I'm not a wizard, so why even go to a wizardry school? It's like trying to make an apple be a peach. I know that's an odd statement but it's true. Because no matter what, it will still be an apple. I'll still be a Muggle...well technically a Squib, but still."

She was right...in an odd way. I didn't belong there either, so why don't I want to leave, too?

"That does make sense," I muttered, with the sound of defeat.

"Thank you," she sighed.

"So where are you going to live?" I asked.

"There's a flat above the store," she said.

I raised an eyebrow and then a smirk grew on my face.

"What?" she asked curiously.

"You and George living together," I chuckled.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes.

"I think it's cute," I giggled.

"Don't say 'cute,'" she grimaced.

I only laughed and shook my head in amusement. Aaralyn continued to make a disgusted face and scowled at me. She started to bite her lip, to hold back a laugh. She let out a small giggle and smiled at me.

"So you're fine with this?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.

She walked over to my side and hugged me thankfully.

"Just don't tell Sirius," she said, "I'm expecting a bigger argument from him. And Molly, once she finds out."

"That sounds very unpleasant for you," I chuckled, "I'm sorry I'll miss it."

"Put a sock in it, Moriali," she scoffed, "So are you staying at Hogwarts?"

"Obviously," I shrugged, "I might have very little chance in passing most of my O.W.L.s, but I know I'll have enough to maybe become Hogwarts' next groundskeeper."

"Or you could try to be a Herbology teacher," Aaralyn suggested.

"Maybe I could take care of dragons in Romania, like Ron's brother," I said, "I don't know honestly."

"Just try to find something with as little magic as possible," she smiled.

"Right," I nodded.

Aaralyn's POV

I finished packing all of my things, leaving behind my school books and potion supplies. I waited until night fell so I could leave. I sneaked into Buckbeak's room and tied the trunk onto his side. I quietly untied the rope and opened the window. We rode off again into the night sky.

Hogwarts came into view, making my heart leap faster than before. Instead of landing by the Black Lake like last time, we flew to the Astronomy Tower. Buckbeak quietly brought himself to the grounds, talons first and then hooves. I slid off his back and then untied the trunk. I set it down and then turned to Buckbeak.

"You can go back," I whispered to him, "The window is still opened. I'm not going to come."

Buckbeak quietly whined, sadly looking at me with his big orange eyes.

"Don't look at me like that," I said, "Now go."

Buckbeak slowly backed away and then spread out his wings. He leaped from the tower and flew back to Grimmauld.

"It's funny watching you talk to animals," someone chuckled from behind.

I jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. I turned around and saw George smiling at me. I smiled back at him and jumped into his arms. I kissed him passionately, placing my hands on both sides of his face. He quickly tightened his grasp, taking in every second we had together as he held me. I pulled away, gasping for breath, and looked dreamily into his eyes.

"I missed you," I whispered, dangerously close to his lips.

"Not as much as I missed you," he said.

I kissed him again, this time gentler and more tender. I pulled away seconds later and smiled brightly. George let me go and then picked up my trunk.

"This way, Miss White," he said playfully.

I giggled and followed him down from the Astronomy Tower. We quietly made our way to the Gryffindor Tower. George whispered the password, getting a scornful look from the sleepy Fat Lady who's painting was the entrance to the common room. She eyed me oddly and then opened the entrance. We tip-toed in. George set the trunk down by the couch that sat in front of the blazing fireplace. We sat down together on the couch, his arm around my shoulders.

"I still can't believe you're coming," he said.

"Me neither," I said, "Rosaline almost exploded when I told her. It's a good thing I didn't tell Sirius."

"I'm glad, too," he sighed, "Sirius is a great guy and all, but he can scare me. When we're in the same room, he keeps looking at me as if I got away with a crime."

"He's my uncle," I said, "He's just being protective of me."

"Does he have lower my self-confidence, though?" he asked.

I giggled and shrugged.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You," I said, "You're cute when you're scared."

George then smirked.

"I'm sorry but the answer I was looking for was 'ruggedly handsome,'" he said.

"Right," I giggled, lightly kissing his cheek. I then tucked my head into his shoulder, his head resting on top of mine. I sat there quietly, listening to his steady breathing. I smiled to myself and scooted closer to him. I then listened to his heartbeat, which slowly started to lull me to sleep.

"I love you," I heard George whisper against my hair.

"I love you, too," I sleepily said.

My eyelids started to become very heavy. I closed my eyes and then drifted off.

George's POV

I watched as Aaralyn fell asleep in my arms. I smiled at her sleeping figure and then gazed back at the fire. I couldn't believe I was with such an amazing girl. It's been over a year and now she's going to live with me. Fred and I will soon open up the joke shop and Aaralyn will be right there with us. It was a dream come true.

I heard someone coming down the stairs of the boys' dormitory. A few moments later, Fred appeared in the common room.

"George what are you -" he started, but I pressed my finger to lips and then pointed at Aaralyn, who was still asleep.

"Oh," he whispered, "When did she get here?"

"A few minutes ago," I whispered.

"Shouldn't you go to bed?" he asked, "You've been up all night waiting for her."

"I'm not tired," I said.

Fred shrugged, yawned and then went back upstairs. I stayed on the couch, holding Aaralyn. I then stifled a yawn and gently leaned my head against Aaralyn's. I slowly closed my eyes and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It was nothing but blank, darkness. But the whole time I was thinking about Aaralyn; her eyes, her smile, her laugh, the way her hair danced behind her when she walked. All I could think about was how lucky I was to be with her.

You think too much about this Aaralyn chick, a deep, husky voice called to me in the dark.

Who the bloody hell was that? my thoughts shouted back.

Your conscience, you stupid git.

Oh, thank Merlin. I thought I was going crazy for a moment.

That's too bad. I honestly think your mind would be even more interesting if you went crazy.

Nose down, you git. So what were you saying about Aaralyn?

Great, he wants to bring up Aaralyn; the girl that has changed his life and makes his heart explode when he sees her. Oh, joy!

You really don't enjoy life, do you?

I'm a conscience; I have no life.

Obviously. And it doesn't matter what you said about Aaralyn anyway.

Okay fine, don't listen to me. After all, I am your conscience. What does my opinion mean anyway? Go ahead, don't listen to your conscience. I'm sure your own opinion is fine.

You're really sarcastic, you know that? Wait, please don't answer that. I don't need to hear another ridiculous answer. I can't believe I'm having an argument with myself right now. I'm basically talking to myself in the dark. Great.

Well this technically a dream. And since this is your dream, you can imagine whatever you want.

As soon as the voice said that, the common room reappeared. But instead of being on the couch, I was standing in front of the fireplace. Another me was on the couch, holding Aaralyn. It was as if I was watching over myself. I smirked as watched Aaralyn sleep.

"Honestly, can't you think of something besides her for five seconds?" someone asked.

I looked up to see a shadowed figure, sitting by the small table and reading a book. He closed the book and then stepped out of the shadows. I was slightly taller than him, but I was taller than a lot of people. He looked like he was at least in his early 20's. He had shaggy dark brown hair that covered the top part of his dark brown eyes. He dressed in darker clothing and wore a black and white checkered wrist band. From the way he spoke, he sounded like he would be in Slytherin. He seemed like an arse to me.

He look up and down at me and smirked.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that," he said.

"So you're my conscience," I said.

"You were expecting someone different," he said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Well I was, too," he said, "But instead I end up being the conscience of a 17-year-old, ginger wizard."

"Sod off," I muttered.

He smirked again and then walked over to the front of the couch, next to me. He looked at the other me and Aaralyn.

"Wow," he said, "You're right, she's hot. How did you get her?"

"What, you think I couldn't get a girl?" I asked, slightly offended.

"Maybe," he shrugged fake innocently, "Don't answer the question anyway. I heard your thoughts when you first met her."

I chuckled, remembering taking that bet with Aaralyn last year.

"And she's going to live with you now?" he asked surprised.

"Why are you so surprise?" I asked.

"Calm down, lad," he said holding up his hands in defense, "It's a little shocking, is all."

"You know what," I said, "I'm done with your ridicule. I can get all of that crap from my mum."

"Fine," he shrugged, "I'll go. But you're probably going to do something stupid soon, so I'll be back."

I rolled my eyes and then he disappeared and so did the common room. And I was greeted again by the rest of the dreamless night.

A/N: Hallelujah! New chapter is out! Did you guys like the new character? Yeah, he'll be in the story every now and then, bugging and tormenting George. He's probably the worst conscience ever (well the worst if you don't count mine xD). Review please!