Mia groaned. Her alarm clock screeched in the beautiful, sleepy silence.

“I’M UP!” She shrieked mostly to herself. Dragging herself out of bed, she sighed at the moonlight illuminated time table. She groaned and trudged her way to the small bathroom. Scrubbing her teeth, she thought about the day.

DADA, Herbology then triple Potions. Oh joy! Pulling her wavy, chocolate hair into a pony tail. She didn’t bother with make-up. She hardly did any more with the stress of school work. Looking at her appearance she decided to make herself at least somewhat ‘pretty’. Separating her hair she twisted it into a messy plait.

A bang on the door awoke her from her thoughts, and a sleepy shout came from the door.

“Mia, come on! I need to look good too!” A drowsy Angelina said. I smirked and walked through the door.

“You just want to look good for Freeeeeed” She teased. Angelina smiled and walked into the bathroom.

“We all know George is yours though” She blushed and quickly got her uniform on. She liked to wear trousers though and unlike most girls she wore black converse and not heels.

I stepped out of the girls dorm and into the common room. Sat on the maroon couch was no other than George Weasley. Her face burned and her stomach did a hundred somersaults. George smiled at her twirling his wand in his fingers. He stood up and walked towards her. She debated whether to run and escape her embarrassment. Before she could flee, George had come up to her.

“Good morning, Milady” He said cheekily, giving a low bow. She giggled and her cheeks flushed.

“Good Morning George” She smiled, the colour draining a little from her cheeks. He put out a hand.

“Will a pretty girl like you join me to breakfast” Her breath quickened and she had to bite her lip so she wouldn’t squeal.  

“S-sure” She stuttered. Taking her hand in his and electric current ran through her hand. She smiled, biting her lip. George led her out the portrait hole and down the stairs towards, and into, the Great Hall.

George pulled her towards the Gryffindor table to sit down, even though she was a Ravenclaw herself. She plopped down on one side and waited for George to come round the other. They sat in silence for a moment before leaping in an intense conversation about Quidditch teams.

“Purr-lease, the Chudly Canons have no chance against the Holyhead Harpies” George said in a matter-of-fact tone. Mia laughed a little at George’s campness and his smile widened. I love making her laugh. She has such a beautiful laugh, He thought. Mia reached for another piece of toast at the same time as George and their hands brushed together. She met his gaze and blushed, quickly snatching up a piece and devouring it. George chuckled slightly and ate his whole piece in one go. Mia swallowed hers and her mouth dropped open.

“No way did you just fit that whole thing in your mouth!” She asked her eyes twinkling.

“Yes way” He said smugly. “Bet you can’t”

“Challenge accepted” Mia said seriously grabbing another piece. She shoved the whole thing in her mouth and George laughed loudly. She laughed, it muffled through the toast. She probably looked disgusting and like a pig, but she didn’t care. After a couple more chews she swallowed the whole thing and raised her arms in the air, victorious.

“I AM THE CHAMPION” She shouted. George laughed breathily and sat back in his seat. He leant across the table again, Mia proposed it was to get more breakfast, but froze when his and came towards her face. He brushed some crumbs of her bright red cheek and his fingers lingered for a moment, cherishing her soft skin. He pulled away when a loud shot came from behind him.

“GEORGE!” Fred shouted coming up to slap him on the shoulder. George slowly turned to him with an annoyed look on his face.

“Yes?” He said. Fred raised an eyebrow before looking at Mia’s still red face. Realisation dawned on his face and he smile filled his face. “Ohhhh kaaaaay” He said and rushed from the table. Mia looked at where Fred was standing and then to George with a confused look. George’s cheeks tinted a little. Mia bit her lip. That’s adorable, She gushed in her head. George coughed a little and checked his watch.

“Class starts in a couple minutes.” He said standing up. Mia nodded and stood up, brushing the toast crumbs off her skirt. She walked towards the doors and George skipped up next to her. They walked towards DADA chatting about nothing imparticular, when George’s hand brushed against hers. She smiled while she talked as George slowly took his hand in hers. Yes, they were holding hands but no, it wasn’t awkward. It felt right. It felt natural.

Mia’s thoughts were interrupted when Georges hand dropped hers and he walked into the classroom. She sat down in her usual seat, at the front of the class, while George took his seat at the back. Class started and Mia scribbled down as many notes as she could fit on her page.

“Okay c-class, now I will p-p-pair you up-p to do some p-practical work” Mia was hardly paying attention though as she was finishing her last note.

“Fred with Angelina, Lee with Alicia and George and Mia” Mia’s head snapped up at the sound of her name and George’s body was right in front of her face. Her face was a cherry and she bit her lip. Grabbing her wand she watched as Professor Quirrel swished his wand so that the desks flew against the walls. Mia walked over to George and stood awkwardly next to him. George flashed a small smile and moved back so there was some space between them.

“Expelliarmus” Mia muttered flicking her oak wand. George’s wand was ripped from his hand and flew across the room. She grinned evilly, twirling her wand in her hand proudly. George rolled his eyes and scooped up his wand.

“I’ll get you this time” He said, “Expelliarmus!” Her wand twitched but didn’t move and he groaned. Mia smirked and flicked her wand subconsiously, saying nothing. His wand left his hand and their mouths dropped.

“Miss S-smoleman, ex-extraordinary!” Proffessor Quirrel exclaimed rushing over. “100 points to Ravenclaw” Just then the bell rang and the desks went back to normal. A couple of other Ravenclaws came over to congratulate Mia for her achievement while George stood at the door looking uncomfortable. She pushed her way out of the crowd and over to George.

They made their way to the greenhouses and into number 3. Walking in Fred raised an eyebrow at how close they were but ignored it, noting to ask George later. Mia pulled on her apron and tightened her pony tail, making sure not to ruin her plait.

George’s eyes followed her movements and took in all her beauty. Her chocolate shiny hair, her swirling green eyes, her pale porcelain skin and her full, pink and soft-looking lips. He was ripped from his thoughts by a tap on his shoulder. He slowly turned his head towards them, letting his eyes linger on her for another moment.

“Hello?” Angelina said debating whether to punch him or not.

“Huh? Sorry” George said officially snapping out of his trance. Angelina looked at Mia then back at George and up to his brown eyes, which were jittering towards Mia in an attempt to look at her. She smirked.

“She likes you too, you know” She said picking up a trowel and scooping up the dirt in their plant pot.

“Really?! I mean … really?” He corrected.

“Come on! It’s common knowledge that you two like each other!” She gushed. George stole a side glance at Mia to see her working with Lee. She was blushing and he distinctly heard the word ‘George’ which made her blush deeper. George smiled. “See!”

The bell rang and Mia hung up her apron and trowel. She tucked in her shirt and brushed her hair to the side, letting her long plait fall over her shoulder. Saying a quick bye to Lee she grabbed her bag and waltzed out the greenhouse slightly disappointed that George left with Fred instead of her.

She wrapped her robes around herself tighter as she stepped into cold dim damp dungeons. She swiftly walked into her potions classroom, mentally preparing herself for 3 hours of the grease ball, Snape. She sat at her desk, her cauldron already set up and grabbed her book out of her bag, scanning today’s lesson. Fred sauntered into the dungeons and threw himself down next to her.

“Hey Mia” He said ruffling her hair. Mia giggled and put her book away. However her smile was wiped off her face by Snapes dramatic entrance and he banged on each desk as he walked through the middle row.

“You will be working with the people next to you today” Snapes monotone voice said. Mia smiled slightly, a little disappointed she wasn’t sat next to George, but at least she wasn’t sat next to some Slytherin.

“Soooo” Fred said coming back to the table with some ingredients. “When are you going to marry my brother?” He said casually.

“Wha-What?” She stuttered, her face as red as a cherry.

“Come on Mia! We all know you like-like George!” He said, putting a powdery substance into the cauldron, making the water turn turquoise. Mia looked down refusing to look at him.

“Okay maybe I do” Mia said eventually. It felt as if a huge weight was lifted off of her shoulders when she finally admitted it.

Fred dropped the subject and Mia was left with her thoughts for the next 3 boring hours.

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Mia clambered into the Gryffindor, finally convinced that Snape should go die in a hole full of flesh-eating snails and shampoo. Her plait was falling out now, but her arms were extremely sore from constantly stirring her potions, to reach up and take it out. She stumbled over to the red couch and collapsed onto it and draped her legs over the side.

George walked into the common room and his eyes softened at the emerald eyed, chocolate haired girl on the couch. He walked over, rubbing his sweaty palms on his trousers.

“Hey Mia” He said a lot more confident than he felt. She waved him over and patted the pillow next to her. He sat down, a little too close to Mia, but she was too tired to be nervous. She sat up so her back was to him and brushed her plait behind her. George reached up and pulled the band from her mahogany hair. He shifted himself so she was in between his legs and ran a hand slowly through her hair. He watched as the curly waves fell onto her back since it had been plaited all day. He ran his fingers through her waterfall of hair. She hummed a little as his fingertips brushed her head and he slowly worked the knots out.  

The portrait door swung open and a replica of George waltzed into the room, a tooth pick hanging off his bottom lip. He looked up towards the Gryffindor couch and laughed loudly. George snapped out his trance and Mia slowly opened her eyes.

George and hers faces both flushed and they scrambled off the couch. Mia took a side glance at George before running towards the girl’s dorm. George glared at a smirking Fred. Georges jaw was dropped, however, when Mia ran back over and planted a quick kiss on his cheek before running off again. Fred’s smile widened and he clapped him on the shoulder. George touched his cheek with a smile and strolled towards the boy’s dorm.

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SORRY IT TOOK, LIKE, A BILLION YEARS!!!

-         Camilla xx