I'm so sorry for the lack of updates!!!! I've been writing this chapter for a long time, so I really hope you all like it!! I'll try to make it long for you guys.

Love you all!

By the way- I am no longer Katkid2000, I am OhSnapItsMadison!!!

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Chapter 10 (I think): Oh, Uh, Hey... Snuffles... Oh, Uh, Hey, Remmy...

It took me a moment to understand why I felt so worried, angry, unhappy, and a little bit of the depressed feeling when I woke up this morning.

Then I remembered it.

It was because my older twin brother was chosen as the youngest, and fourth champion.

I knew that Ron defiantly wasn't all that happy with Harry- he didn't believe him. He didn't believe that he didn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire.

I don't believe him either, as a matter of fact.

As it was a Sunday, I had gotten dressed into a pair of blue sweatpants, Gryffindor shirt, and a black sweatshirt from my old muggle primary school that I had just grown into. I put on a pair of mix-matched socks, and put my orange and black Adidas slip on shoes on my feet. I pulled my red hair into a messy bun and put on the nerd looking (they were by Marc Jacobs) glasses I had.

The glasses were black, and weren't exactly as big as nerd looking ones. They kind of had a cat's eye look to them.

This summer I had gotten contacts because my vision went horrible (thanks, dad), and I was too lazy to put in contacts so I put on my glasses.

I went down the stairs, and plopped down onto the sofa in front of the fire. I rolled my eyes as my brother came down the stairs- everybody, much like last night, applauded. It was quite annoying, to tell you the truth. I mean, honestly!

Ron plopped down next to me.

"I'm guessing you believe your brother?" he asked me, an eyebrow arched at me.

I shook my head. "No, I actually don't."

"Why not?" he asked, confused, shocked, and curious.

I shrugged. "Well, it's because it has always been Harry, Harry, and Harry- remember Amos Diggory? Your dad introduced all you guys, and was just about to say my name when Mr. Diggory was all like 'Oh my god, are you really?' and nobody went back to say my name."

"I remember that." He said, looking thoughtful.

"Yea. Well, I am going to the library to do some homework. See you later." I stated.

"Bye."

I bid him goodbye as well, and set off to the library after I got my bag of homework.

I sat in one of the bean bag chairs there, and I sat and thought. Truth? Actually, I already finished my homework yesterday.

Now that I think about it, I have always been the one that needs saving.

In my first year, I was captured by the two faced maniac Qurriel, who had actually had Lord Voldemort on the back of his head. It was covered by a turban that he would always wear. Anyway, he had kidnapped me, and tortured me. And who saved me?

Harry.

In my second year, I was possessed by Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as the young Lord Voldemort, and me and Ginny we were ordered to open the Chamber of Secrets and petrify muggleborns.

Harry had saved me, and Ginny this time- yet again, Harry had to save me.

Last year, in my third year, Harry just had to save me from being attacked by my godfather, Remus Lupin, who is a werewolf. He didn't mean it, but he doesn't know what to think when he becomes a werewolf on full moons- it's like he loses his mind when he changes into a werewolf once a month on the full moon.

It's like he thinks- everybody thinks- that I can't save myself; it's like he thinks I'm a god damned idiot and not the smartest kid in our year.

I mean, come on, everybody remembers Harry. Never me.

George came up to me, and kissed me on the head.

"Hey, love."

"How'd you know that I was here?" I asked my boyfriend, curious.

"The Marauders Map."

"Ahh, I knew you wouldn't just come in here for no reason."

"You are right, Maddie."

I smiled at his nickname for me.

"So what do you wanna do, Maddie?" he asked me as he sat down next to me.

I magicked my bag of completed homework back to my dorm room, and answered with, "We can always go to the Shrieking Shack." I shrugged.

"Okay then, lovey."

I stood up with him, and together, we went through the secret passage way into Honeydukes so we could get into Hogsmede and go to the Shrieking Shack.

We held hands as we walked closely to each other towards the Shrieking Shack.

As we went in, I sat down on the bed that Ron had been dragged onto less than a year ago by Sirius, also known as Snuffles in our letters.

George sat next to me, and put his arm around me.

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Next Sunday, George and I were once again, in the Shrieking Shack, cuddled up by a fire that we had magically created.

His arm was around me as we sat on the bed; and I put my head into the crook of his neck. After a few minutes of silence, I lifted up my head, and we both leant in.

The kiss was so, so, so amazing- sparks were flying everywhere. He wrapped his arms around my waist (we were now standing up), and I wrapped mine around his neck.

He licked my lip, asking for permission for his tongue to enter my mouth. Considering that he was such a gentleman, I let him in. our tongues were dancing to the invisible, inexistent rhythm of the music that our tongues were dancing- nobody else could hear the music- only George and I could.

"I love you, Madison." He breathed into my ear.

"I love you too, George." I breathed into his ear, like he had done to me.

We continued kissing, and only stopped when there was two, loud, rough, horse coughs from the corner.

"Oh, Uh, Hey, Snuffles... oh, uh, hey, Uncle Remmy..."

This is not going to end well for George.

Or me, for that matter.