Who: Leanne Avery and George Weasley
Where: Casa Del Awesomo
When: Saturday evening
What: Someone grows a pair
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete



Every day, George wondered where the hell the Gryffindor in him and gone. Some days, he thought it was just in hiding, but others, he was convinced it had run away. That the war had made him such a terrified little boy that he was worse than Percy. Worse than the bloody Slytherins, and that really said something!

Or maybe it was just that Leanne was scarier than anything or anyone else he had ever faced.

All week, he'd been stealing glances when he thought she wasn't looking. Fred had threatened to beat him over the head with a plunger, as had Angelina. Godrick this was all so embarrassing, and before he actually knew what exactly he was planning on doing, George burst out of his room, only to see Leanne standing there, quietly closing the door she had just exited, careful to keep her kids from waking up. She turned her head to look at him, and in the space of no second at all, George was holding her close and kissing the breath right out of her.