"Andrella?" George asked quietly, breaking the silence.

After I had walked in, George ushered me to sit beside him on the couch. It was warm and cozy, directly in front of a fireplace, much like the Gryffindor common room. However, unlike the common room, it was silent and had a very serene feeling around it. It was dark, the only light coming from the bright flame. Everything was easy enough to make out, but it was all covered in shadows.

"Yes, George?" I replied, nervously. George seldom called me by my full name, only in serious situations.

"Do you remember that summer you spent at the Burrow? The summer before our fifth year?" His voice was still quiet. There was no trace of laughter or sarcasm, something very uncommon for one the Weasley twins.

"Of course," I answered instantly. How could I ever forget that summer?

"Do you remember that one time when we were playing Quidditch, just the two of us?" If the room hadn't been dead silent, I might not have heard him. But I did; I was hanging on to every word he said, trying desperately to figure out what any of this had to do what was going on between us now.

"Because Fred and Ron were busy but we still wanted to play," I added, remembering every detail of that day. That was the day I first admitted to myself that I had feelings for George.

"Yeah," he smiled, staring at me with this weird expression on his face. "Do you remember what I said to you? I know we were a bit pissed by that point," he laughed lightly, his voice sounding as if he was deep in concentration.

Unlike George who had downed fire whiskey that night as if it was his oxygen supply, I had limited myself. That's why my memory wasn't affected by alcohol. I tried not to let myself get too out of hand when I drank around them, knowing that I had a tendency to spill my own secrets when I did so.

"You said a lot of things, George. You have to be more specific than that," was my only response. I had no idea where this conversation was heading, or if it was even relevant, but I let him continue regardless.

"Do you remember when I said that there was this girl that I liked?" His voice was calm, distant almost.

I couldn't say anything, my mouth was dry and my head was pounded. I simply nodded.

No. No, no, no.

He knew. He knew and he was going to tell me his wasn't interested because he already had someone. I assumed he meant Laney Thompson. She's a seventh year Ravenclaw, with fire red hair straight out of Muggle shampoo ads. Unlike me, she was petite and had perfect curls. I was too tall, and too skinny. My blonde hair hung in my face; lifeless if I charmed it, which I usually never had enough time to. Laney Thompson, the girl he had a thing with last year. The perfect one. Yes, I remember.

"Well, I might have never gotten over her like I thought I had," He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

It was Laney. Of course, it was. And here I was thinking there might be good news after all. "George, if you're just here to reject me, then you can save it. I don't want to hear it," I mumbled, standing up and making my way back to the door. I honestly didn't think I could take anymore stress right now. If I didn't have George, I wasn't sure if I could make it through all of this rigorous training Dumbledore promised would ensue.

"Reject you?" He furrowed his brow, obviously confused.

"Well, you just brought me here to tell me you're going back out with Laney, right? You brought me here to ask me to stop wasting my time on you, because you'll never feel the same as me, right?" My voice was drenched in sarcasm. I wouldn't have been so mad if it was anyone but Laney. I hated Laney because she was stupid enough to cheat on George. Who could possibly be better than him? He was as perfect as a human could be.

"For someone who can see the future, you are so blind, Andrella," George sighed, running a hand through his hair with exasperation.

"Now you're insulting me?" I accused, my eyes dancing with fire. I couldn't believe him. He had the audacity to reject me and insult me all within a five-minute span? I loved him so much it hurts, but sometimes he makes me so angry I can't stand it.

"No, I'm not, Drella. God, why can't you see it? Why can't you make this easy for me?" He complained, still running his hands through his hair. It didn't even look like he was talking to me anymore, but more to himself. "Of course, I'm not going back out with Laney. Why would I ever put myself through that again when she is clearly not worth it?"

"Then who are you talking about?" I mumbled, staring at him with intensity. A new hope rising from the tone of his voice.

"You, of course! You, you, you! It's always been you, Drella! How could it be anyone else? I spend all my time with you. I tell you everything about my life. I don't like being away from you. I'm so much happier when you're around. Fred torments me relentlessly whenever there's the rare moment when you and I aren't together," All of his words were jumbled and rushed, and my head was absolutely spinning from what he was saying, "And then when you called out for help in my dream, I woke up with the worse feeling of dread I ever had in my life. The walk to Dumbledore's office felt like miles. And then when I saw that man over you, I lost it. I was so angry; I had every intention on killing him. But when he disappeared, I saw you. So broken and covered in blood. That's when I realized that I was actually in love with you. I thought it was just a crush until then, but it wasn't. When I was carrying you back to the castle on my broomstick, I must have been going a hundred miles an hour but I couldn't go fast enough. I refused to leave your side for the first three days, but then Fred convinced me to go sleep for a few hours. And then when you knocked me down on top of you, I wanted to kiss you so badly. And I would have, but then Renae walked in…"

If I wasn't so shocked, I might have screamed. Everything I had been begging to happen, every single one of my biggest dreams, had just been granted with his words. I was stunned silent, blinking rapidly, staring at his face with a stupid expression.

"Andrella?" He asked nervously as I remained silent.

I wanted to say so many things, I wanted to shout out that I loved him, too, but I couldn't remember how to form words. Naturally, I did the only thing I could still manage to do. I flung my arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion, all the emotions I had been repressing for years. He must have been shocked by my exuberance because at first, he didn't react at all and then the next thing he was pulling me tight to his chest and kissing back with just as much enthusiasm.

It wasn't cute or straight out of a fairy tale; it was messy and full of passion. Hands roaming everywhere, mouths never breaking contact, until we eventually had to stop for air. "I love you, too" I breathed out, staring into his eyes with intensity, never wanting to look away.

George beamed, his smile stretching from ear to ear, as he embraced me tightly and kissed my forehead. "Imagine how much sooner this might have happened if we were just honest with each other," He chuckled.

"Shhh," I put my index finger of his lips. "I'm just happy that it finally did happen. You have no idea how much I wanted this,"

"I think I might," He grinned, kissing my lips lightly.

I don't know how much time we spent kissing and holding each other, proclaiming our love for each other, but it felt like an eternity of heaven. I never wanted it to end. All the times I had imagined myself kissing George could never compare to what it actually felt like. I couldn't remember a time when I had been happier than I was at that moment.

Pulling away, I looked up to George nervously. I honestly had no idea why I was as nervous as I was, considering George has been one of my best friends for the last six years. "So…what now?"

"The way I see it, we have three options," George flashed me one of his trademark grins. I eyed him skeptically; that look usually came right before he pulled one of his infamous pranks.

"And they are?" I asked, almost afraid as to what these 'options' would be.

"One: We stay here and continue what we were doing. Two: We go back to the common room and have Fred harassing us. Or Three: We go to the kitchens and see what we can convince the house elves to give us. I'm pulling for option number one myself," His tone turned very suggestive toward the end and he winked at me shamelessly.

"Tempting…but I couldn't force myself to eat at dinner, and now I'm rather hungry," I admitted, sheepishly. I didn't exactly want to share why I didn't have much of an apatite at dinner with George. It was a tad embarrassing.

"Option three it is, then!" He said brightly, but then looked at me with a concerned expression, "Why didn't you eat? Is there something wrong?"

"It seems really silly now, but I…well, I thought the reason you wanted to talk to me was to reject me," I mumbled hastily, feeling my cheeks flush slightly.

"All that worrying for nothing. No, if I had found out that you liked me earlier, we would have had this talk a long time ago. And it would have turned out exactly the same way it did today, I imagine," He beamed at me reassuringly, taking my handing. I returned his grin as lead me out into the hallway, still not believing this was all really happening. The door to the room of requirement faded away in our wake.

"Andrella, I'm asking you this as your friend. Are you on drugs? Did George give you something, or…?" Renae trailed off. Her concern didn't mask her amusement.

"What?" I asked, blinking at her. My mind had wandered to a place far away from the sixth year Gryffindor girl's dorm, and even farther away from the conversation Renae was attempting to make.

"Ever since you came in, you've been laying on your bed with that dreamy expression on your face. You cannot possibly be this happy without the assistance of drugs!" Renae replied, looking exhausted.

"No, I haven't taken any drugs, Renae," I reassured my friend with a giggle.

"Then why on earth are you smiling so much? What happened with George? He…did he ask you out?" Her eyes went wide with realization.

"Erm, not exactly. But he did tell me he was in love with me, for as long as I've been in love with him. And, well, then we…" I quickly stopped talking, shoving my face into my pillow so Renae couldn't see how red my cheeks were.

"OH MY GOD, ANDI! That is amazing! I'm so happy for you!" She yelled, hugging me with enthusiasm. I couldn't help my smile from growing. It really was amazing, and I was just hoping that it wasn't some twisted dream.

"OI! Some of us are trying to sleep over here!" Angelina growled, throwing a pillow at my head, which I dodged just in time. Renae wasn't as lucky as it smacked her in the head with full force.

"Sorry," we shot back. However, the matching grins on our faces showed that we felt no remorse whatsoever.

"You and I are going to talk tomorrow. I want every little detail of the night," Renae warned me before sauntering off to her bed, neither of us wanting to be hit with a pillow again.

With a content sigh, I settled down in my bed, never more anxious for the next day to come.

Author's Note:

I know this isn't my best or most lengthy work, but I think it was nice in it's simplicity. Oh, and comments really do make me feel loved and give me motivation. I'm open for constructive critisim as well. I know I have a lot of room for improvements. I'd also love to hear from you guys and see where to think this story is going.

And a warning. The action hasn't even begun yet. Things are about to get very interesting.