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Cedric Diggory is your boyfriend. You lucky girl! He treats you like the princess you are, he showers you with affection and love. He sometimes surprises you with a rose after you leave class. Sometimes you surprise him too, but he'd much rather see the look of surprise and delight on your face when he gives you something, rather than being surprised himself.

You are in Ravenclaw. You are smart, and very pleasant. People love being around you because you calm them down. You are a very sweet person, and at the top of your class. Your teachers like you almost as much as your friends like you! But, you keep a balance between your social life and your school life. You manage to be one of the most popular girls around as well as the smartest. Go you!
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Cho Chang is your best friend. Although she used to be in love with Cedric, and him with her, they managed to resolve their conflicts, only to find that they weren't really that attracted to each other. As soon as Cedric realized that it was okay to move on, he saw you. He saw you walking through the corridors and knew that he wanted to be with you. When you approached Cho Chang about it, she was perfectly okay with it. She had moved on from Cedric, and is now dating Roger Davies. You two are as close as ever. You share notes, you talk during class, you spend a lot of time together. You know her through and through, and she knows you just as well.
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Your Yule Ball experience was heaven. Here are a couple of possible dresses you might like.

The night went perfectly. Cedric was a gentlemen and led you to the dance floor, took your waist and hand, and started to waltz. You melted into his lead, and danced with him smoothly and softly until the band showed up, then it was party time!
He grabbed your hand and led you into the crowd. You guys started jumping up and down and yelling and dancing to the band. You had a great time, as did he. He walked you back to your common room, and stopped before the portrait. He smiled at you, telling you what a great time he had. You nodded in agreement. He leaned in slowly, and kissed you deeply on the lips. It felt like it lasted forever, then before you knew it, he had pulled away. It was a simple kiss, but it felt so powerful. He reached out for your hand, and delicately lacing his fingers through yours, he pulled your hand to his lips and gave it a simple kiss. He leaned into your ear, whispered goodnight and gave you a sweet smile. You floated into your common room on a cloud, wishing the night didn't have to end.

Name:
Katherine Mallory
Nickname:
Katie
House:
Slytherin
Blood status:
Pureblood
Boyfriend:
Draco Malfoy

Move. Move. Move. Move. You strutted down the corridor, pushing your fellow first years out of the way as you followed Prof. McGonagall to the Great Hall to be sorted.
It was your first day at Hogwarts, but unlike the other first years, you were as confident as can be. This was probably because you were positive you going to get sorted into Slytherin, as your whole family were in it, and you should be no different. Also, you were ten times prettier than all of the other first years put together. The only other girls who came close to matching your good looks were two blonde girls at the back of the group. You thought about confronting them, but decided it would be better to get them on you side. You approached them confidently, and began to talk to them. It turned their names were Marina and Alyssa. At first they were taken aback by your confidence, but you began to click with them. It turned out that they were also purebloods, and were almost definitely going to be sorted into Slytherin. It turned out that you were all sorted into Slytherin!
In your second year, a blonde boy caught your eye. His name was Draco Malfoy. He was in a couple of your classes, and he obviously liked you. You werent surprised, as you were so pretty, but happy. You flirted all through second year, and in third, he asked you out. You were so happy, that at times it was annoying for Alyssa and Marina. Still, they were happy for you. Most people thought Draco would break up with you when he found a prettier girl, but he never did. You dated all through third year, and up to seventh year. At the 7th year Graduation Ball, he proposed to you. You knew it would happen, but never this soon. All the same, you said yes.
You were married in a large, expensive cathedral, three months later. For your honeymoon, you went to Fiji for three weeks. Draco became a deatheater, and as a cover, Head of the Magical Law Enforcement at The Ministry of Magic. You also became a deatheater, but also opened up a small, expensive boutique in Hogsmeade. Two years after your marriage, you became pregnant with a little boy, Scorpius Malfoy. He had a couple wisps of white blonde hair, a big saucer-like grey-blue eyes. Draco lived until age seventy-eight, and you died a year later on the same date, July 7th.
What others think of you:
GRYFINDOR
Harry Potter: Mean, but perfect for Malfoy.
Ron Weasley: So rude and mean... ugg!!! Shes kind of pretty though.
Hermione Granger: She has no brains. She doesnt study at all! She called me a mudblood, too!!
Ginny Weasley: Ive never met her, but she sounds mean!
Fred: Eww... Slytherin!!
George: Ditto!!
RAVENCLAW
Luna Lovegood: *Stares of into space* Oh, yes... That Katie girl... Quite rude, actually...
Terry Boot: Cruel girl. Like Malfoy.
HUFFLEPUFF
Hannah Abott: So *sobs* rude! *sobs*
Justin Finchfletchly: Mean and rude!
SLYTHERIN
Malfoy: Amazing, pretty, sweet, pretty, cool, pretty... :]
Vincent Crabbe: *grunt* Pretty Belong to Malfoy *grunt*
Gregory Goyle: *grunt* Pretty *drools*
Pansy Parkingson: Grr stole my Malfoy!!
Alyssa: Coolio! My, like, BFFL!! [Best friend for Life]
Marina: Sweetness! I, like, luff [love] her!!

Name: Amber Wilkes
Year: Two years under the Marauders
House: Ravenclaw
Blood: Half-blood
Boyfriend: Dirk Cresswell
What They Think Of You:
The Sorting Hat: A girl with a strong will, a great mind and lots of power... She belongs in Ravenclaw.
James Potter: She's a *watches around to see if Lily is present, and she is* a strange girl. And her cousin is a friend of Snivellus's, I bet he's a Death Eater.
Sirius Black: Er, Prongs, my cousin is a Death Eater. My whole family are supporters of You-Know-Who. Anyway, she's odd and hasn't got any friends, but she's not fun to prank because she just ignores us. No humour at all.
Peter Pettigrew: She is a freak. *dodges Lilys hexes* What? James was going to say that, too!
Remus Lupin: Well, I don't know her. No one does, really. She's a loner.
Lily Evans: She's not much for talking to people but she is nice, I think. Ive heard her cousin is a Death Eater, but I really don't think she's on the Dark Side. I feel sorry for her because she doesn't have friends, but she doesn't seem to want any...
Dirk Cresswell: I love her with all my heart. Amber is not like anyone I've met before. She goes her own way and says what she thinks and doesn't stick her nose into other peoples business. She would never let me down or lie to me.
Severus Snape: She's Wilkes cousin. He doesn't like her, though. What - you want to know what I think of her? Well... I... she is... I don't know. Never spoken to her.
Regulus Black: *whispers* She has better grades than me... how can that be? Everyone knows that pure-bloods are smarter, stronger and better in everything.
Bellatrix Black: I don't know her. I had finished school when she started.
Andromeda Black: Sorry, I don't think I know who that is... oh, now I remember, it's the little Ravenclaw girl who doesn't have friends.
Narcissa Black: Filthy little half-blood.
Wilkes: My *cough* dear cousin. She's just weird.
Lucius Malfoy: Who?
Bartemius Crouch Junior: I know she's doing really well in school. She's always reading.
Bertha Jorkins: She's weird. She doesn't have any friends.
Filius Flitwick: Amber is very intelligent and an excellent student. She is a loner but has a kind heart.
Minerva McGonagall: A very intelligent girl indeed!
Horace Slughorn: She is doing very well in Potions.
Pomona Sprout: Yes, a very good student, top grades in Herbology.
How You And Dirk Got Together:
It was a bright, sunny day in May, and you were sitting in a tree, reading. You heard some girls giggling as they walked pass you, but you ignored them. Of course they thought you were weird, but you didn't care. Instead you concentrated on the book, which was really interesting. Suddenly you heard a branch crack, and looked up to see a boys face smiling at you.
"Hello, Amber," he said. You recognised him; it was Dirk Cresswell, a boy who, unlike most people, sometimes spoke to you and actually seemed to understand you. You got an odd feeling in your stomach when you realised that he had climbed up to talk to you.
"Hi."
"What are you reading?"
You held up the book so he could see the title: An Overview Of Relationships Between Goblins And Wizards Through The Ages.
"Sounds interesting," he said. Oddly enough, he didn't seem sarcastic.
"Look, Dirk, I'm not trying to be rude, but I've never been good at this kind of pointless, socializing chatter. Can't you just say what you want?"
"Sure." He took a deep breath. "Would you like to go to the Slug Club party on Saturday with me?"
"Is this a joke?" you said, looking at him suspiciously. "It sounds like the kind of thing someone would say to me just for fun and then don't turn up on Saturday."
"Do you really think I'd do such a thing?" he replied, looking sad.
"Maybe not. You've always been kind of nice to me. OK then, I'll come. But I'm sure it will be boring."
He smiled at you.
"Full of pointless, socializing chatter, you mean?"
"Yeah, probably!" you laughed, but stopped hit by a sudden thought. "Dirk, if you're not doing this for making fun of me, then why did you ask me?"
"Well, what do you think?"
"Hmm. If it hadn't been me, I'd have said that you had fallen in love."
"Thats a good guess," he said.
You stared at him.
"You can't mean... it's just impossible!"
"But it's true. Amber, if it hadn't been you, I wouldn't have said this. I love you. I can tell you, because I know that even if you dont feel the same, you're not going to tease me about it. You are - you are a very special person, you know."
You looked at him, not sure of what to say. You liked Dirk. He had never been mean to you. He was one of the few people, perhaps the only one, that you actually believed you could trust.
"Dirk, you are a special person, too. Because you don't treat me like a freak, like most people do. I'm not sure what I'm feeling for you. It might be love. Might. As I said, I'm not sure. But I'll go to that boring party with you - for you."
"OK." He hesitated. "Amber. Can I kiss you? I mean - he quickly added - just if you want to, you dont have to!"
You looked deep into his eyes, then nodded. He leaned forward and kissed you lightly.
Your Bright (Or Maybe Not That Bright) Future:
You married Dirk shortly after finishing school. He started working at the Ministry and became boss of the Goblin Liaison. You never really got an ordinary job, but wrote many papers for magazines such as Transfiguration Today and Challenges in Charming, and even invented quite a few spells yourself. You and Dirk had three children, two boys and one girl.
Dirk was killed in the second war against Voldemort, and you never married again.

House: Ravenclaw
Blood: Half-blood
Year: Harry's year (two years younger than George)
Boyfriend: George Weasley
Friends: Hermione Granger, Padma Patil, Terry Boot, Justin Finch-Fletchley
Rep: Brilliant academic. A bit of a bookworm, but still very down-to-earth. Very clever and witty, has a sharp humor and an even sharper tongue. A little intimidating, she's so smart.
Academics: Brilliant. You excel at nearly everything you try.

Gryffindor

Harry Potter: She's definitely one of the smartest girls in the school. And she doesn't even spend all her time studying like Hermione does. Funny, too.

Ron Weasley: She's bloody brilliant. She never really pays attention in class, either, just sketches in the back of the room. But she still knows exactly what's going on when the teacher calls on her. It's like she has three minds working all at once. How my brother got her, I'll never know.

Hermione Granger: She is so nice. It's great to have conversations with her, and I love hanging out with her. But she's a bad influence on the boys. I can never get them to study anymore because they just point out that she never does, and her marks are still nearly as good as mine. They don't seem to see the difference between her intelligence and their own abilities.

Seamus Finnigan: I always feel a little off when I speak with her, like I'll never measure up to her, but she never even points it out if I say something wrong. Modest, that one.

Dean Thomas: She's real clever. Doesn't talk all that often, but it's always worth listening when she does.

Neville Longbottom: She's so much smarter than me, but she still talks to me. She even paired up with me a few times in charms, and even though I nearly blew up our project a couple times, she just laughed and fixed it.

Lavender Brown: She's too smart for her own good. But it is impressive.

Parvati Patil: She's smart, but she really needs to work on some other areas of her life. I mean, she's as bad as Granger, never wears makeup and only rarely gets new outfits. Her sense of style isn't half bad, though.

Ginny Weasley: I'm glad she and George are going together. She's very funny and I like talking to her.

George Weasley: I think I really love her. She's sweet and kind and clever... and she even puts up with me. I know I don't deserve her, but I'm so glad she chose me. The world's better just knowing that she might be thinking about me. I don't know how I'm going to manage after I've graduated and she's still in school. But I'm sure she'll figure out some brilliant solution.

Fred Weasley: She's quiet, a prefect, and doesn't much approve of our pranks. I don't know how George can stand her, but they do kinda just mesh well together. And it's nice having someone smart hanging around. She's always figuring how to get us out of trouble, and she's even fixed a few pranks for us. The "non-harmful ones," she says.

Lee Jordan: She's brilliant, but never shows it off. George is in total awe of her. They get on surprisingly well.

Angelina Johnson: She's a sweet kid. Surprisingly grounded for how smart she is.

Alicia Spinnet: I've never really talked to her, but she's always very polite and kind to everyone.

Katie Bell: She's real nice, a good match for George. And I think it's been good for him to have something to focus his energies on besides causing trouble.

Oliver Wood: She's shown up for a few of our practices waiting around for George. I figure he must have wanted to show off for her, because it was the best he's played. I tried to convince her to come back for some more practices, but she politely declined. Turns out she's not really very interested in quidditch.

Hufflepuff

Hannah Abbott: She always has her nose in a book. Sometimes I think she reads more than Granger.

Susan Bones: She's nice and has a pleasant demeanor.

Ernie Macmillan: She's great to argue with. She always knows exactly what she's talking about and is really lighthearted about it all. Sometimes I think she lets me win the debate on purpose, though.

Justin Finch-Fletchley: She's one of my closest friends. She's just fun to be around. No one else understands me quite like she does.

Cedric Diggory: She's a real clever girl and always seems calm.

Ravenclaw

Padma Patil: I love hanging out with her. We can laugh at anything, and I always feel safe confiding in her.

Mandy Brocklehurst: She has a very calm aura, like she just exudes peace or something. I'm always impressed by how she takes everything in stride.

Terry Boot: There are few people I feel so comfortable around. She's one of those people you just want to get to know. A lot of people say she follows the rules too often, but I know better; she's a real troublemaker at heart, and I love her for it.

Michael Corner: I love getting her for a partner in class because then I always get good marks. Unfortunately, she usually pairs up with Padma or Terry.

Cho Chang: Everyone knows she's smart, but no one gives her enough credit for her fashion sense. All of her outfits are stylish.
Marietta Edgecombe: She's kind of Ravenclaw's poster girl. You'd think she would overshadow the rest of us, but she's so humble, I never get that impression.

Slytherin

Draco Malfoy: She thinks she's so smart, but she's just another obnoxious half-blood brat.

Vincent Crabbe: Everyone thinks she's really nice, but she can be cruel. Last time I insulted her, she said so much back so quickly, I couldn't think of anything to respond.

Gregory Goyle: She scares me a little. It's not a good idea to insult her; she'll make the whole school laugh at you instead.

Pansy Parkinson: Good for nothing know-it-all. And she's such an annoying goody-two-shoes.

Millicent Bulstrode: She's always reading. One time I tried to jinx her while she was absorbed in her book; I figured she wouldn't know what hit her, since she wasn't paying attention. She hexed me before I'd even finished raising my wand. I haven't tried anything on her since.

Daphne Greenglass: She's so strait edge, never breaks any rules. Seems weird to me that she's with a Weasley twin.

Blaise Zabini: I'd never admit it, but she's actually pretty cool. She's clever, and sly, too. People think she's a total goody-two-shoes, but I've seen her get her boyfriend out of trouble before, and she can lie without batting an eye. Even I was impressed by how easily she managed.

Theodore Nott: She's a little suck-up brownnoser.

Professors

McGonagall: She rarely pays attention in class, but if I ask her a question, it never takes her long to come up with the correct answer. She's very clever and always willing to help the other students.

Sprout: She's smart, that one. But doesn't let it go to her head. She still tries and does her homework. She's a real joy in class.

Snape: She's an annoying know-it-all, always trying to prove me wrong. And I know she's always cheating, helping the other students with their work. One of these days I'm going to catch her at it.

Flitwick: I'm proud to have her in my house. She's bright and helpful. She's generally well liked, too.

Hagrid: She really likes me animals. An' she can handle them jest fine, too.

Dumbledore: She's one of the brightest witches to come through this school. She will succeed no matter what she pursues in life.

Random Adults

Remus Lupin: Very quick to figure things out. She has a pure heart, too. I think she and George are a very apt match.

Molly Weasley: I've only met her once, but I was very impressed. She's a sweet girl and I’m proud of George's choice. I think she's a good influence on him.

Arthur Weasley: She's a very nice girl. Molly thinks she will be a good influence on our son, but I think he's more likely to be a bad influence on her. Either way, George really seems to like her, and I'm pleased he’s found someone as sensible as she is.

Bill Weasley: I haven't met her, but she's clearly won George over; he practically raves about her.

Charlie Weasley: We met once. She was fascinated by my work in Romania and kept asking questions. She already knew an impressive amount about dragons, and I think she absorbed every word I said. George seems an unlikely match to me, but they like each other, and I certainly wouldn't mind having her in the family. .

We could meet in the library tonight to study for the arithmancy exam and to do our ancient runes homework,” Hermione was saying as you walked from ancient runes to the Great Hall for lunch.
You made a face. “I’d love to do the homework with you, but I have no intention of studying. I don’t even think you can study for arithmancy.”
Hermione gave you an appraising look. “You can study for arithmancy, and you should, too. You know you don’t know all the material.”
“No, but I don’t really need to know it all. I mean, I know it well enough. I’ll still get a good mark.”
Hermione’s next admonition was thankfully blocked out by two boys skidding around the corner, laughing hard. Hermione’s expression was immediately disapproving. “What are you two up to?” she asked suspiciously. You raised an eyebrow, curious for the answer. You, like the rest of the school, knew about the Weasley twins’ antics. True, some of them were mean, but others were very funny. Even if you wouldn’t admit it to Hermione.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” responded one of the twins, Fred, you thought.
“We happen to be in the process of making over these corridors, if you’re really interested,” the other answered more helpfully.
“What does that mean? You aren’t going to do anything stupid, are you?” Hermione asked.
The first one feigned surprise. “Why, Hermione, it shocks me to think that you would not trust our judgment.”
“When have we ever given you reason to doubt our intelligence or philanthropic natures?”
Hermione frowned. “Philanthropic natures?”
“Why, yes, of course,” George answered.
“You see, the fourth floor corridors are so dreadfully dull that a student could be driven to distraction by them.”
“So we’ve decided to... add a bit of color.”
Hermione looked upset, and was about to say something when you interrupted. “You’re going to dye it all purple, aren’t you?”
All three people looked at you, clearly surprised to hear you speak. “Where,” Fred began, “did you learn that?”
You smiled. “I overheard you two discussing it with Lee the other day.” You often overheard conversations, but you usually didn’t admit it. “It won’t work,” you added, matter-of-factly.
“Oh contraire, mon cherie,” Fred answered blithely, “it will work like a charm.”
“No, it won’t,” you repeated.
“And how, exactly, is that?” asked George.
“You don’t have the timing right. It’s going to go off before you get a chance to leave. And besides, it will be obvious that it was you two who did it.”
“It won’t go off before we set it off,” Fred answered. “It’s not even on a timer.”
“And how will it be obvious that it was us?”
You smiled again. “It just will.”
The twins glanced at each other, and Fred was opening his mouth to say something else when a series of popping noises was heard from the hall around the corner, followed by a sharp and high pitched cry of distress by some girl. You glanced down, and noticed that you had been right; the twins’ hands were dyed a bright purple. They had noticed it, too.
“How did you...?”
“What did you...?”
You laughed. “If you ever want to fix it, come and talk to me. That is, of course,” you added as you heard Filch running towards you down the hallway, “if you ever get out of detention”
And still smiling, you turned and continued a different way to the Great Hall while the boys still stared open mouthed at your back and Hermione ranted about your duties as a prefect and not encouraging bad behavior.

It wasn’t until nearly two weeks later that one of the twins found you in the library. “May I sit down?” he asked, and you nodded.
He stared at you for a long, uncomfortable moment before you finally broke the silence. “Umm... I’m really embarrassed by this, but… Well, I can tell you two apart if you’re standing next to each other, but right now, I have no idea who I’m talking to,” you admitted, blushing.
“George,” he laughed, shaking your hand. “And don’t worry about it. Our own mum can’t always tell us apart. So, I’m impressed.”
You stared at him, confused. “Impressed?”
“By you,” he clarified. “I don’t think I ever even heard you speak before that, and you discovered a problem we didn’t even suspect could be there. We still don’t know how to fix it.”
“No,” you smiled, “I don’t suppose you did figure it out.”
“Right. So I’m taking you up on your offer. Will you tell me where we went wrong?”
“You need to use brineweed to keep the chemicals from reacting until you want them to.”
“We thought of that, but then you have brineweed and beetle powder, and we don’t want to blow up the school.”
“Right. So you use an Anti-Frosting Charm to counter that.”
“Oh. I suppose that makes sense,” he mused quietly. “And the whole purple hands bit?”
“Just coat the whole thing in a lacquer made from sea serpent scales.”
“Wow. That should have been obvious, shouldn’t it have been?”
You smiled. “Yeah. Probably.”
He laughed, but looked a little embarrassed. “So now you probably think I’m a complete idiot for not thinking of that.”
You quickly shook your head. “You came up with the idea in the first place. I was impressed.”
He smiled his thanks. “Frankly, I’m surprised you were willing to help us. I mean, you’re a prefect, and you’ve even given Fred detention before, haven’t you?”
You blushed. “He was trying to convince a first year to try his candy. I still don’t know what it was, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have been good for that poor little boy. But there’s nothing dangerous in temporarily dying a corridor purple.”
“True,” he answered simply. “Well, I’ll see you around then.”
You nodded, and were a little surprised to realize that your blush was growing deeper.

Several months had passed, and you had steadily become closer friends with Fred and George. They both drove you crazy sometimes, and you they, but in general you were friends. Well, you were certainly friends with George, anyway. Fred often said you drove him spare, which probably had something to do with the fact that you had three times since threatened to give him detention if he didn’t stop some prank, even if you hadn’t actually gone through with it.
“I’ve got to go,” you said lightly to Terry and Padma one day at the Three Broomsticks.
“What? Why?” Padma asked.
“Because she’s meeting those fools Fred and George,” Terry answered, rolling his eyes. Neither had ever really approved of your friendship with the two of them.
Padma sighed. “Fine. Abandon us for those delinquents. It’s your choice.”
“Aw, you know I’m not abandoning you. Besides, I’ll meet up with you again for dinner.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Terry laughed. “Just go. We don’t want you being late for your date.”
You playfully hit Terry on the side of the head and walked out. Although Padma probably hadn’t noticed, Terry’s use of the word “date” had not escaped you. You were developing a crush on George, even though you didn’t want to admit it. Terry had noticed, and continued to tease you mercilessly for it. But you were quite sure both twins just saw you as a little sister-like character--cute and sweet--or, worse, as a useful ally in their constant pranks.
When you reached your meeting point, you were surprised to see only one twin. “Hey, George,” you called. “What happened to Fred?”
“Well, the short story is he decided not to come,” George answered, not catching your eyes.
“Oh. Is he still mad at me for last week? I really didn’t mean to upset him, but honestly, he was going to--”
“He’s not mad at you,” George cut in quickly. “Actually, I think he’s a little angry with me.” You raised your eyebrows, but George didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t press the issue. The two of you started walking down the snow filled street together in companionable silence. You often spent time together silently, since you weren’t quick to talk, and George never pushed you to. “So,” George began after a while, “I hear you’ve gotten involved in some sort of research for your ancient runes class. Tell me about that.”
You quickly began telling him about your interest in the cryptic Scandinavian markings from around 200 B.C.
“Actually,” George cut in just as you began to mention their method of dying paints, “I’m not really interested much in ancient writings. Not that I don’t care,” he added quickly. “It’s just that, well, what I mean is that’s not really what I wanted to talk about just now.”
“Alright,” you answered amiably, cocking your head a little to look at him. He was acting nervous, which was very unlike him. He seemed to be deciding what to say, so you remained quiet while he thought.
“Here,” George said, noticing that you were shivering, “let’s step inside for a moment, alright?” You nodded and followed him. “I mentioned that Fred was mad at me, yes?” he asked, and you nodded. “Well, he’s mad because I’ve kind of taken an interest in a girl that he doesn’t really approve of.”
For a moment you felt your stomach drop, but you quickly pushed your reaction out of your mind, trying to instead focus on how George would need you to respond, since he was obviously upset about something. You nodded again, inviting him to continue.
George was staring at you avidly. After what felt like an eternity, he finally sighed and began speaking quickly. “Look, I know I’m not the smartest guy in the school, or the most mature, but I think I really like you, and I was wondering if you would maybe like to go out with me. I don’t expect you to say yes because I know you deserve someone much better than me, and I hope this doesn’t hurt our friendship, but, well, I just had to ask because I needed to know what you’d say.”
It took a few moments for you to process everything he had just said. But as you slowly realized what he was asking, you felt a smile spread across your lips. “Really?” you asked stupidly, unable to think of anything else.
“Er, yeah,” he answered, finally locking eyes with you.
Your smile grew larger. “George, I would love to go out with you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
Your heart skipped a beat as he gave you a sincere smile to match your own. Blushing a little, he quietly asked, “May I kiss you?” You laughed and nodded, and he kissed you lightly and sweetly on the lips. It only lasted a moment, but you were dizzy with it.
You both pulled away, blushing even more, when you suddenly adopted a stern and upset expression. “But now, what do you mean, Fred doesn’t approve of me?”
George laughed brightly. “Well, we’ll just have to work on that.” And he kissed you again.