You & I (George Weasley)

The One Where We Go to Hogsmeade.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"

"Please," Geroge scoffed, dragging me along behind him, "Fred and I know this place like the back of our hands."

"You know, considering the three of us have been friends for years now, you and me more than friends for almost a year, I am a little hurt that you still haven't shown me any of these tunnels. In fact, I don't recall you even showing me the map!" I looked up at him when he let out a small laugh, "What?"

"We've been together almost a year," he grinned, "And I'm just wondering why it took me so bloody long to ask you."

We came to a stop beside the One-Eyed Witch statue and I wrapped my arms around his torso, resting my chin against his chest as I gazed up at him, "I don't know why either. Just think how many kisses you could have had!"

"We'd best make up for lost time then," he murmured, giving me a soft kiss but I giggled and pushed him away.

"You pushed me a day in Hogsmeade. I want that and maybe...we can find somewhere to make up for lost time down there."

"I like the way you think, Silver!" he said, taking my hand again to lead me behind the statue. I watched him take out his wand. "Dissendium," he whispered, tapping the hump of the statue and my eyes widened when it opened.

"You're amazing, you know that?" I asked as he held his hands out to me.

"I know," he said smugly, "Now, up you go."

"Why thank you." I let him help me up, peering into the hole to see a short slide into the tunnel, "How long is it gonna take us?"

"About an hour," he sighed, "But it'll be worth it."

"It better be," I teased, pushing myself down the slide, letting out a whee until I landed at the bottom.

"Incoming!" I heard him yell and I managed to step out of the way before he landed on top of me. "It will be worth it," he said, holding his hand out for mine once he was stood, "Just me and you for the whole day. What could be better than that?"

"Nothing really," I murmured, "What are we doing first?"

"We could go to The Three Broomsticks?" he offered, "Grab a butterbeer?"

"Sounds lovely. Are we going to Madam Puddifoots?"

I laughed as a shudder rolled through him, "No. No, we are not. Unless you want to go of course?"

"No," I shook my head, "Trust me, I'd be happy with the Shrieking Shack."

I immediately regretted my words when he let out a hum.

"There's an idea!" he exclaimed, "Come on, pick up the pace, we've got a lot to do!"

"Wait, Geroge, no!"

**

I stood at the bottom of the small ladder as George pushed the trap door open, peeking into what apparently would be the storage room of Honeydukes.

"Okay," he murmured, "We're clear."

Once he had climbed out, he turned and took my hands again, pulling me up out of the tunnel with little effort.

"You know, you never told me that we'd have to climb that amount of stairs," I muttered, "There must have been over a hundred!"

"Two hundred, actually," he smiled, laughing at my horrified face, "Come on!"

Since this was my first time experiencing this adventure, I took a good look around. The place was littered with wooden crates and boxes, the floor covered in dust and to the right of us, there was a wooden staircase which I was guessing would lead us to Honeydukes store.