I'm pretty much in love with George Weasley, so I pretty much loooove this story.

Post more soon!

I just started to read your story and it rocks!!!

did you forget about us?

No, I didn't forget about you guys! I've just had a lot on my plate. I'm doing a one-week course in designing, and it's really demanding.

Adrienne: you linked me? How sweet! thanks! I love you too!
Heather: You're right! I was hoping someone would notice that. Lol, I'm such a kid...I love that show. Did you notice how it was on Boston Avenue?

Anyway, here's the next part, hope you enjoy!

Random Fact #11: Right after you do some sort of really strenuous exercise, that's the ideal time to eat. Not because you're gross and sweaty, but because that is the time when your metabolism is sped up the most and will therefore be able to burn the most calories of the food you consume. So happy eating!


As she entered Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, she realized that her shift didn’t end until six. While she was sure Fred and George wouldn’t care if she asked to leave an hour early, she still felt extremely guilty doing less than her shift on just the second day. Yet, she didn’t feel like she could possibly leave the old lady waiting. Pondering how to break this news to Fred and George, she went through the first rush of the day in an almost-haze. There were so many people in the shop that she had barely managed to greet those two, let alone manage a conversation, all morning.

As lunch-time drew near and the crowds died down, George informed her that he would be staying in during lunch to cross-check some of the new orders that had just been owled to them. Fred was going with his fiancé to some wedding shopping, and she was welcomed to do whatever she liked.

Tinkling indicated Katie had arrived. Camila looked up from the accounts paper to see a slender young woman with beautifully straight brown hair, large hazel eyes, and a pale blue robe embroidered with the emblem of the Harland Harpies. Camila self-consciously tugged on her worn pink tank-top, which was almost totally hidden beneath her normal black robes.

“Katie!” George exclaimed, looking up. “Fred’s in the bathroom, being an obsessive little girl over his appearance.”

Katie smirked at him, “What’s the point? No matter what he does, he’s not going to able to improve his face.” At this point, Fred walked out and dropped a kiss on Katie’s forehead.

Camila chuckled as George realized that this was an insult to him as well. “Hey! Fred, your fiancé is abusing me. Find a new one.”

“Who cares?” Fred drawled, dropping an arm around Katie’s shoulder.

The twinkle in George’s eyes brightened as he answered, “You should, considering she was abusing your face as well.”

“You were?” Fred mocked-gasped. “Well, I can’t marry you now.” He looked around and his eyes fell on Camila.

“Hey, George, how about her? Is she okay?” Fred jerked his head towards Camila.

Katie slapped his arm, but he ignored her. George’s eyes fell on Camila and as his glance remained on her face a few moments too long, she started to squirm uncomfortably.

“George?” Fred asked in an amused voice. He knew exactly what was up; he just loved teasing his brother.

He finally snapped out of his small daze, and answered. “Nah, not her. You would drive her away in 10 seconds flat. Stick with Katie, you fit each other.”

Fred smirked, “Anything for you, brother dear.” With another tinkling of the chimes, the pair exited the shop.

Camila was still smiling as George asked, “So, what are your plans for lunch?”

Looking at him, Camila realized exactly what she was going to do. “I’m going to go buy some muggle food and then stay in and finish these accounts before the evening rush begins.”


George laughed. He had a really pleasant laugh. “You don’t need to work so hard. Relax and go eat with some of your friends. The accounts will be here when you get back – I don’t want to be getting complaints from the Department of Magical Employees saying that we overwork our employees.”

“No, it’s fine.” Taking a deep breath, she rushed before George could interrupt, “And I have to leave early anyway, if that’s okay. I kind of made a promise I can’t break.” Camila chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

George felt his eyes being drawn to them, totally forgetting what she had said just moments before. She waited for his response, but after a while, when he didn’t, she ventured, “Um, George?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, it’s fine.” He looked at her worried face. “Actually, if you don’t go, I’ll…never let you do accounts again?” This ended up being more of a question, since he still didn’t understand why she loved mathematics so much. It just didn’t make any sense! Getting up, he smiled, grabbed her hand, and said, “C’mon. Let’s go get some lunch. Work can wait.”

Her hand small hand in his larger one had such a familiar feel. It was natural, as if they’d done this a thousand times before. What surprised her most is that she didn’t feel the need to pull away from it.

“So, where to?” George asked, dropping her hand as he pulled out his wand and tapped the bricks that were their gateway into muggle London.

Camila pulled off her robe and stuffed it into the small bag she had slung over her shoulder, leaving her in the pink tank-top and a pair of jean capris. Luckily, George was wearing clothes that could pass as muggle wear. He felt his eyes sweep over her appearance of their own accord and took a step away. The girl beside him didn’t seem to notice any of this.

“There’s a brilliant French restaurant down the street from Selly’s bustop. I have to pick her up from there at the end of lunch anyway,” she murmured, thinking aloud.

“As long as they don’t feed me snails disguised as a delicacy,” George replied lightly.

Edit:

I made a banner for this fic, look!



And a little button too.



What do you think?

OK, Katie and Fred are AH-DORABLE!

Loved that muchos, that was great!

Pams!

.:Adrienne:.

Fred is so evil! lol
But Im happy he is, he knows he needs to get those 2 together lol jk!
Awesome post!

I love the button and banner.You are so not a kid I watch that show still.Good post.George is soooo cute when he gets lost in a girls eyes.PAMS

~Heather~

We SO need more Fred and George fanfics on here!!!LOL PAMS.

oooo you posted. thanks!
great post! I loved it!
please post more when you can!
~Tina

You haven't posted in a while. I miss reading your story. Please post more when you can.
~Tina

Wow,no one has posted in here for a while now.Where did you go???PLEASE post soon,I miss George.You've done such a good job with this story so far,I don't want it going inactive!!!!!

I'm sorry.

Okay, not a spoiler here, but I have a thought:

Should I finish this and then begin the same story, except in a post-DH version? By that time, I think DH spoilers will be allowed. I dunno, I was kind of at a loss at what to do about this after DH, but if you all are still willing to read it as it is, I will write it like DH never happened.

Hmmm....
I dont know.
I guess whatever you want and feel like doing. It is your story..
My personal want, is that you act like DH never happened, just cuz theres so much going on with Camila already.
But you decide.

i agree with keysquah. i think you should continue like the DH never happened. but you do what you want.

Hey you guys, guess what? I absolutely adore you. I'm not going to change it to fit DH. I started it and I'm going to finish it as it is! So just do one thing for me please, and don't abandon me. Thanks!

Random Fact #12: The HP series has sold 325 million copies worldwide and has been translated into 64 languages. Furthermore, the first six books were number one best-sellers. And the seventh? Well, let's just say it broke all records above and below.

Oh, and in this post starts the true tension. And it's extra-long. So buckle your seatbelts!

Dim light danced around the ceiling in enchanting pattern of blue and red. Music wafted through the air softly, and the clink of china could be heard over the faint noise of chatter. This cozy little restaurant located right next to the main road was ideal for a quick yet delicious French meal.


George held out Camila’s chair for her, “My lady.” He bowed low and indicated the chair with some flowery flourishes.


Laughing, she sat down. Their entire stroll here had been punctuated with jokes and Camila could not fathom another person with whom she could be so perfectly honest and like herself.


“Bonjour.” A lilting voice greeted them. The waitress was a slim young woman, not a year older than Camila, with iron-straight black hair and kohl-lines black eyes. She was poised and beautiful. Camila could not help glancing at George to see his reaction, but he was casually reading the menu, not even sparing the waitress a second glance. She let go of her breath, which she had actually realized she was holding but could do nothing to prevent it. How do you not realize when you’re not breathing, like all those trashy romance novels say? Loss of air, nausea, suffocation…do these ring any bells?


“Bonjour. Quel est la spécialité que vous servez aujourd'hui ?”Camila replied in fluent French. The waitress rattled off a memorized reply.


George looked up sharply. “You speak French?”


She suppressed laughter at his expression. “Oui, monsieur.”


“Oh…” He trailed off. Then glanced up at the waitress. “Can I have something that doesn’t involve snails…or any other not-generally-consumed-except-by-the-French animal?”


The woman grinned at him, clearly amused, but obediently pointed out a few dishes. When both of them had chosen and ordered their entrés, the door opened once more. Camila was listening carefully to George’s narration about the time Fred and his brother Ron and stolen their father’s flying car to rescue Harry – yeah, the Harry Potter – from his evil aunt’s house. Strangely, Camila found herself relating this story to Rapunzel. When she voiced this to George, he obviously didn’t know what Rapunzel was, so she found herself narrating the entire fairy-tale to grown wizard. Curiously, he seemed to rather enjoy it.


As she spoke, a tall man donning an obviously expensive black leather trench coat entered. He took off his bowler hat and hung it haphazardly on the rack at the entrance. His air was stiff, but what puzzled Camila was that he seemed threateningly familiar.


When he turned, she caught a glint of his hair and then there was no doubt – it was him. A string of expletives ran through her head as she tried to think of a way out of this situation.


“Camila? What’s wrong?”


“Can we leave? Now?” She asked quietly but urgently, already getting up.


However, all her discretion was to no avail as he spotted her and luxuriously strode over to their table.


“Camila,” Henry stated, in his loud, booming voice, still managing to add a condescending undertone. There was no gesture of affection for her. At that moment, his eyes fell upon George. Haughtily, he asked, “Who is this?”


Shocked and flustered, Camila stammered, “H-henry…this is George, my new boss. George…this is Henry, my boyfriend.”


Something flashed across George’s face as she introduced them, but it was gone in an instance so she could not decipher it. Instead, he stuck his hand out politely for Henry to shake and said “nice to meet you.”


Henry, however, sniffed disdainfully before turning his back on her new boss. “Flirting with the boss now, girl? Have you no shame?”


George’s expression of polite interest immediately morphed into one of anger.

Feeling a blush creep up her cheeks, Camila murmured a weak defense.


Henry paid her no mind as he directed, “Meet me in the lobby of the Parisian today at 5. I’m co-hosting the celebration of the hundredth successful launch by our company.”


Camila felt anger simmering at his obvious disregard for her life, but she pushed it down as she protested softly, “I have to pick up Selly. And I also told an old lady I’d meet her for tea today…”


Henry’s eyes shot daggers at her, daring her to protest further. “He can pick up Selly, can’t he? And you’re not a charity worker, for Christ’s sake! Why’re you having tea with an old lady!”


She felt insulted on George behalf, but didn’t know how to react. So she reasoned softly, “No, he can’t, Henry. He has work to do. And I don’t have to be a charity worker to have tea with a friend.”
He sniffed so disdainfully that Camila would have laughed had it not been such a serious situation for her. George, however, had no inhibitions as he chortled merrily.


“Find something funny, do you, you measly little pigeon?” Henry sneered. “At least I have the decency not to sleep with employees who already have a boyfriend. I’ll deal with you later.”


Camila opened her mouth to protest against his horrendous accusations, but then heard the chair scraping against the floor.


George was standing up, an enraged look across his face.


“Uh oh,” she muttered under her breath. As much as she understood Henry had no right to behave the way he did, she also knew that George fighting with him might ruin everything.


She placed a placating hand on his arm. He looked down at her and she could see the fury boiling in his eyes. Instantly, Camila knew that she would hate to be on the receiving end of that fury.


Turning her eyes towards him, silently begging, Camila whispered, “George, please.” Those two words were weighed down with so much emotion that even Henry was thrown off for a second.


“Yeah, listen to her. She might not sleep with you tonight if you don’t,” Henry finally snarled, and then turned on her. “I expect to see you tonight at 6 at the Parisian…and you better not be in those filthy rags again. You have one hour to do your charity work!” Finally, he exited.


Camila released a breath of relief. At least no physical harm had been done. She knew that this meeting had caused some serious damage to her relationship with Henry, but that could be fixed later. Somehow, George’s perception of her suddenly mattered a lot more than Henry.


George, however, was not reacting as she had expected him to. Camila had expected a few angry outbursts, some pity, and maybe a little bit of confusion or horror. What she didn’t foresee was him being so indignant about her.


“How do you tolerate that guy? He had no right-”


She cut him off before he could continue. “I know. I’ll talk to him later. He’s not usually like this; something at work must have gotten to him.” Lying, especially to George, felt absolutely horrible.


Clearly, George was still unsatisfied but he let it go. Thank God for small miracles. They finished up their lunch quietly, a new sort of tension arising between them. Camila hated it, but didn’t know what she could do to make it better.


“If you want to head back, you can – I have to go pick up Selly,” she told him as she picked up her colorful purse.

He glanced at her for a second, as if trying to read something in her face, and then shook his head. “Go back to work earlier than I have to? Never.”


A small smile crept onto Camila’s face as they headed out the door together.

Man she needs to get out of that bad relationship! lol And Im pretty sure I dont like Henry!
Camila would never just start 'sleeping' with someone! Shes way to modest! And shes better than that! lol
Awesome post! Cant wait till the next one!

i want to smack henry. i dont like him one bit. george on the other hand... whewww. okay
dont worry we would never abandan you!
please post more when you can!
~TIna

GREAT JOB!

I love George-he was very overprotective, I liked it =D

Love
.:Adrienne:.

Ugh, what a boyfriend! There must be a catch though, I mean, I could never even imagine camilla going for someone like henry!! Anywayz, awesome story and i can;t wait for more!!! PAMS PAMS!!!!

<3~Lilly or Mrs.Malfoy, either one lol.

Thanks Keysquah (Sorry! Forgot your name!), Tina, Shirel, Addrienne, Heather, and Lilly!

Lilly: Haha, you catch on quick!

Back to grammar...

Random Fact #13: Prepositions - we've all heard of them. They range from the extremely simple to the extremely complex. Here's the thing though: they're really easy to mess up. I've seen a lot of fanfic authors do it. So here's a mini lesson on at, in, and on.

Prepositions of Time: at, on, and in

We use at to designate specific times.
The train is due at 12:15 p.m.
We use on to designate days and dates.
My brother is coming on Monday.
We're having a party on the Fourth of July.
We use in for nonspecific times during a day, a month, a season, or a year.
She likes to jog in the morning.
It's too cold in winter to run outside.
He started the job in 1971.
He's going to quit in August.
--> Source: Prepositions: Locators in Time and Place

And here's the new update.


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Selly sat on top the counter, her legs dangling awkwardly as she rattled off the number of the times she had avoided being beaten today. However, by the handprint on her arm, it was quite clear that she hadn’t been entirely successful.

Thankfully, George was in the backroom double-checking some new orders and could not hear Selly’s complaints. Camila, thoroughly exhausted from the lunch meeting, was only half-listening as her sister rambled on.

After a few minutes, Selly picked up on this. “Why aren’t you listening?”

Camila protested, “I am too listening! I know you snuck behind a tree when your teacher found that you had been playing football (soccer) with the boys.”

“That wasn’t it! See! I was behind the tree when she caught me singing in public…the boys hid me behind them when we played football,” Selly exclaimed. Suddenly, she sounded so much older than her years.

Although Camila dearly loved her sister, she realized that spending so much time with her, so much effort taking care of her caused her to get easily frustrated with the younger girl. Sometimes, the way she treated her the younger did not deserve at all.

Abandoning her work for a second, Camila went and grabbed Selly in a hug. “Sorry, honey.” She didn’t try to make excuses, because she was in the wrong and she knew it.

“Geroff!” Selly yelled.

Camila frowned mockingly as she pulled away, “Oh, I see how it is!”

She turned her back and walked back towards the shelves, a smile tugging on her lips.

Selly hmphed and turned away. When a few minutes had passed and Camila hadn’t replied to her multiple calls of “Sis? SIS?” Selly started singing “Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.”

“Thank God there are no customers here, or you would have scared them all away,” George said as he emerged from the backroom. He walked to Selly and tweaked her nose, causing her to bat his hand away.

“I sing better than you!” She claimed. Unless George was an extremely talented singer, Camila didn’t doubt the truth in Selly’s words. Her little sister had gotten all the musical genes; Camila herself could not string two notes together if her life depended on it.

George turned back to her with raised eyebrows, “Is that a challenge?”

“Yes!” Selly arrogantly proclaimed.

“Okay, what song?” George immediately jousted. Camila marveled at his ability to good-naturedly deal with Selly obnoxiousness.

Selly deliberated for a few moments before answering. “How about…Pixie Bells?”

“You’re on,” George said and starting singing, in a horribly terribly off-tune voice, “Pixie bells pixie bells, jingle down the street, floating and singing, twirling and kissing, pixie bells pixie bells, head on over, times a-callin’ to ya…Okay, you’re turn now!”

Camila felt herself smiling as Selly looked horrified at his voice. She sung and immediately after declared, “I win!”

George stepped in closer to Selly and told her, “Yeah, you do. You have a really good voice, you know. Mum always wanted a singer in the family, but none of us lot can sing…although you should hear Charlie in the shower, he sounds like an elephant.” The latter part of his conversation was directed towards Camila.

She nodded, still smiling, but couldn’t bring herself to laugh. There was still some awkwardness left over from lunch.

George checked his watch, which was full of weird lunar symbols and lines pointing in random directions. He had once said that it only looked intricate to intimidate people and all you really had to do was read the number inside the little blob of silvery liquid to find out the time. “You should probably go, didn’t you have to meet some tottery old lady?”

“Yeah,” Camila said, quickly packing up a few things. She grabbed her purse and told Selly, “Let’s go.”


“No!” Selly immediately protested. “Can I stay with George? You can come back for me later…”

Camila sighed, “You know I can’t, Selly.” She waved her hand as she mentioned distractedly, “I’ll have to really hurry because I have to buy and change into a new dress too…God knows where I’m going to find the time or money to do that…”

When George glanced up at her, she realized what she’d said and blushed a slight shade of pink.

“You know, Gin bought a dress for Fred’s wedding reception before she realized that Katie bought one for her already. And she wanted me to return it, but I haven’t, so it’s still lying upstairs in the shop…do you want to try it on?” His words were hesitant; it was clear he wasn’t really comfortable discussing this topic.

She looked up at him, about to refuse, but stopped dead. He clearly wasn’t doing this out of pity – he just wanted to help. Camila nodded silently and George led her upstairs.

Ginny’s taste had to be applauded – the dress was absolutely gorgeous. The design was simple, a heart-cut strapless dress. The color was a metallic gray, there were a few elegant flowers sewn in pink towards the hem, and a very thin, small pink belt embellished the waist.

“It’s perfect,” Camila breathed, feeling the smooth material of the dress.

“Er – Shall I just wait outside then?” George asked, edging towards the corner of the room.

Camila simply nodded as she pulled the dress on. Since Ginny was a bit taller, she had to perform a few simple spells to make the dress fit better. In the dark top of the table, she could see her reflection. A few more waves with her wand guaranteed her an evening make-up that would last the night: long-wearing lip gloss, mascara, and a subtle pink eye shadow. Lastly, she pulled her hair out of its constant bun and muttered a few choice words to prevent frizz. Her naturally relaxed hair’s waves were amplified after a whole day of being tied up, so it looked nice. Besides, she didn’t have more time to spend dressing herself up.

Taking one last glance at her reflection, she pulled open the door and stepped out. George, who had been humming to himself, stopped almost immediately.

His eyes clearly swept her front head to toe. She would have considered it lecherous if any other man had done it, but something about the way George’s eyes grazed over her softened the examination. Finally, his eyes found hers and he nodded slightly, a strange expression passing over his face.

“What does a nod mean?” Camila taunted, knowing that he appreciated her in this dress.

He wrinkled his nose, rather like Selly did sometimes. “Don’t joke about this. You have no idea…if…your boyfriend…” George trailed off, and then, as if realizing what he was doing, immediately repositioned his stance to reflect awareness. She could almost see his self-confidence as a solid substance, oozing back into his body. He stepped forward towards her and leaned down to her ear, “You’re gorgeous. I only hope that boyfriend of yours knows the value of what he has…”

Camila was touched (after she recovered from the butterflies in her stomach, of course. I mean, he was practically kissing her earlobes…and man, was it hot.) She wanted to say something to indicate her emotions, but couldn’t find the words. In the end, she settled for a small smile in his direction. He understood perfectly.


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