Okay so guess what..I'm stil alive! I bet you never thought this story would get another entry, but here it is! Alright, here HALF of it is! I will eventually finish 6th year but there was just sooo much to put into one!

p.s. I don't own the characters, blah blah…  enjoy and lemme know what you think please!

Year 6:

Awkward. At one point in their lives, the word contained little meaning to the group and scarcely any relevance. But without warning and with surprising subtlety, awkward had become their very definition.

::Diagon Alley, first week of summer::

"Bloody hell George, did you take a look at her?" whistled Fred to his twin without taking his eyes off the leggy waitress at the neighboring table.

"mmhhmm" mumbled his mirror image; his eyes stayed unconscientiously fixated upon another member of their party.

Alicia sat silently, staring intently at an indefinite spot on the floor—as she had taken to doing when spending time with the Weasleys.

::Lee Jordan's house, fifth week::

"They make me sick." whispered Lee in an antagonized voice. His dreadlocks shook as he jerked his head towards Angelina and Fred sitting cozily by the fire.

"Really, how can two people so CLEARLY soft for each other pretend it's not there!" Lee shook his head again.

"Yeah man…" George trailed off. Alicia seemed to be trying to move floorboards with her mind.

"They just need to have a good snog and—". Alicia and George were out of their chairs and across the room before he finished his sentence.

"I need a glass of water."
"I need some air."

"What'd I miss?! Guys?"

:: The Leaky Cauldron, last week of summer::

"Happy birthday to you!" the group inharmoniously chorused. Katie sat blushing at the head of the table, her red face illuminated by her cake. Angelina, Lee and Fred all beamed at Katie, while pretending the scuffle at the other side of the table wasn't noticeable.

"I just think it's odd you never told any of us ok Ali?" muttered George.

"It never came up alright? I never thought it of any importance! If I had any idea you had such a fancy for Wood I would have told you he'd been writing me!" Alicia replied in a hushed but angry breath.

"Oh don't be cute. You know that's not what this is about. The smug—"

"Then what IS this abo—" Alicia stopped suddenly when she realized the rest of her table had gone quiet.

"I said, did you want ice cream with your cake Leesh?" Angelina asked innocently.

Hogwarts was a welcome sight to the students aboard the train. Well, it was a welcome sight to those not too busy bickering to see the giant castle.

"Are we back in first year?" Angelina whispered to Katie as they watched two of their best friends fire insults like bullets outside the compartment. Nobody knew why, or how, but inexplicably the formerly inseparable Alicia and George had reverted to their previous state of mutual intolerance.

"Something must have happened..." Katie trailed off but was interrupted by a sudden shriek and the opening and slamming of the compartment door. Alicia dropped into a seat and fumed silently, her cheeks matching the crimson carpet. The door flew open and slammed shut again, with a glowering George emerging. Without a word he sat down next to his abnormally silent brother. Thankfully they were already within sight of the school, or the silence might have become suffocating.

The school was already on fire with excitement. The triwizard tournament had been announced and rumors and gossip were already flying.

"I heard it was banned because too many people died!"
"I heard there will be REAL dragons here!"
"My mom told me they have to kill each other in order to win!"

Despite the fervor of the talk, it was scarcely noticed by the Gryffindor 6th years. Only one thing really registered with them: no Quidditch.

"That's rubbish!" the twins shouted when Dumbledore announced the news over dinner. Every quidditch player, fan, and announcer, was in an uproar. Dumbledore still might have been able to find favor with the students, had he not mentioned one small detail: no one under 17 could put their name in for the tournament.

"What are we supposed to do all year?" whined Alicia.

"Sit. Rot. Die of a lethargic and pathetic lack of existence." Katie whined, over exaggerating as usual. The twins were talking so fast their conversation was unintelligible to anyone not bearing their resemblance.

"At least YOU can put your name in Ange; that's something to keep us entertained." Katie said. Her voice was lacking its usual enthusiasm and highlighted her inability to enter the competition. Alicia nodded in agreement, and in empathy—her birthday wasn't till summer.

"Well one thing is for sure," George started.

"We're getting our names in that goblet." finished Fred. They exchanged wicked grins and the fear reflected off all of their friends's faces.

"Ange, do you really think that the boys will try to get their names in?" Alicia asked one morning on their way to breakfast.

"Of course. They won't actually succeed, but they'll sure try." Angelina laughed. Alicia still looked nervous.

"What is it Leesh?" Angelina asked.

"oh nothing." Alicia sighed. "it's just…well I mean they've tried their ridiculous antics before, but this is more than that. This is crossing Dumbledore." She finished. Angelina started to laugh—
Alicia's fear transitioned to annoyance.

"Don't laugh at me! Is it really that funny that I'm worried about the safety of my friends?" Alicia demanded. Angelina kept her patronizing smile, but she softened a bit.

"You're worried about the twins Leesh? After the way you've been with George this year I thought that them entering a life threatening competition and risking expulsion would have made your day." She mused. Alicia didn't make eye contact.

"Ange, three of my best friends could possibly die from this bloody tournament. How can you not understand why…why this all bothers me?" Alicia finally admitted, turning pink and accidentally allowing her voice to get away from her. She looked around embarrassed and started blushing even more. Angelina's smile disappeared, and she pulled her friend into an embrace.

"Alicia, it's going to be fine, we—oh! We forgot Katie! I'll be right back!" Angelina suddenly remembered and dashed up the stairs. Alicia sighed heavily, and leaned against the banister. She cupped her face in her hands and sunk down to the floor.

"Ali?" she heard a familiar voice call. She peeked through her fingers to see one of the main contributors to her current headache. She dropped her hands and meekly smiled up at George, wondering how much he had heard.

"Did you mean what you just said?" he asked quietly. He peeked over his shoulder and saw his twin preoccupied with their sister, then looked back to the crumpled girl on the floor. She groaned—he heard her admit to being worried about him. He grinned that horrid, mind-melting Weasley smile, and sat down in front of her.

"Don't worry Leesh, Fred and I have done loads of things more dangerous than this" he offered.

"Oh thanks, that's reassuring." She glared up at him. However that bloody smile still melted away her anger and she leaned back against the wall laughing. Triumphant, George smiled widely and stood up, offering her a hand. She accepted, and he whisked her up off the floor and into his arms.

"But thanks for being worried." He whispered into her ear.

The icy blue flames were entrancing; they caught your eye and despite your best efforts you couldn't get them out of your mind. The very idea of the fire contradicted itself—the blue fire looked hot enough to light water, but no heat radiated from the goblet. Alicia sat mesmerized by the glowing argument, fighting off the sick feeling it left in the pit of her stomach. Cedric and Angelina had already entered their names, and now two more of her friends were about to risk their lives.

"It's not going to work Alicia, take a deep breath." Hermione laughed from beside her. Alicia smiled ever so slightly, if anyone was to be trusted on matters of magical law, it was Hermione. With a rush of energy the twins burst into the hall singing merrily and chanting about "finally getting it". Alicia and Hermione both sighed.

"It's not going to work" sang Hermione again. The twins exchanged glances, and trotted over to the girls. Fred brandished two vials of liquid, explaining the logic behind their age potion. They cackled identically and went to the gleaming circle surrounding the goblet.

"Bottoms up!" they cheered, downed the vials, and leaped over the line. There was a strained moment of silent tension, then nothing. The twins shared a look of thrill and the students in the hall burst into applause. They reached up to the fire when there was a loud CRACK and the red headed boys disappeared momentarily. Alicia looked around in shock, and found the twins lying flat on their backs—dumbfounded. The hall was quiet for a moment, but the students simultaneously went into a hysteric uproar. Fred and George had suddenly begun to grow ridiculous white beards and mustaches. Alicia struggled to help them to their feet between giggles and dragged the horrified twins to the hospital wing.

"Serves you right." Alicia laughed. The twins seemed stuck between confusion and annoyance.

"Well this best be cleared up before Hogsmeade. Although, we do look rather dashing Gred."

"Agreed Forge, this is quite a smart look for winter I'd say!"

Angelina and Alicia practically glowed as they danced down to the common room.

"The poor pining little keeper!" Angelina giggled. Alicia smiled mischievously.

"I really can't wait to see him, he's going to be so excited when I tell him!" she squeaked.

"I hope you know I fully plan on spying. Indifferent. Really, how could he think that?" said Angelina.

"Because he's a bloody thick headed boy of course." Alicia answered quickly causing Angelina to giggle again.

Their conversation was halted by the appearance of two tall freckled figures wearing matching knitted sweaters with large initials stitched into them. With their noses in the air they pompously slung an arm around each of the girls and headed towards the portrait hole. Alicia shot Angelina a look of uncertainty. She and George had hardly been on speaking terms since their last scuffle (he wanted to try bewitching Crookshanks into putting their names in the goblet) yet he still seemed to be under the impression that their usual Hogsmead fate—fake date—was intact.

As the group came within sight of Hogsmead, Alicia weighed her options in her mind. George still had his arm comfortably around her shoulder, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the day in precisely that position. Unfortunately the other part of her—the part that was saying run away you idiot he'll break your heart, and Oliver is waiting for you—was winning her inner argument. The situation was so delicate, she knew George would have a fit if he know who she was meeting. Yet she also knew that lying to him wasn't a smart plan.

"Alicia? Earth to Alicia?" George called. Alicia snapped back into reality.

"I'm sorry, I'm just...never mind. Listen guys I'm really sorry but I promised someone I'd meet them." Alicia said a little quietly, slinking out from under George's arm. She decided that not quite lying while not quite telling the truth was the best bet. Angelina turned her head to hide the fact that she knew who the "someone" was, and the awkward moment flew completely over Fred's oblivious head. George however looked uncomfortably surprised.

"You're…meeting someone?" he asked tentatively. His confused eyes searched her face for confirmation, or rather they searched for negation but were sorely disappointed. "But, Ali what about our fate?"

"I know George, but well the last time I saw you we had that row and we really haven't spoken since and I just figured that you wouldn't want to and that it would just be best if—" she rambled aimlessly but became silent when she saw his incredulous glare.

"George you never asked me!" she shouted to hide her nervousness.

"I didn't think I had to anymore! We've gone to Hogsmead together since third year!" he hollered back.

"Well we've never had a fate during an argument okay? I didn't know what to do!" Alicia responded. "And let's just face it, we haven't exactly been getting along swimmingly this year have we?" she demanded.

"Oh so a few bickers and suddenly our friendship is off?" George cried.

"Excuse me? So I'm not allowed to meet a friend without breaking our friendship?"she retorted. "As usual you drastically overreact!"

The squabble fired back and forth for quite a while, leaving Angelina and Fred to quietly ponder the meaning behind their inexplicable arguing while practicing the fine art of being invisible. The battle finally ceased when Alicia stormed off in a huff, her scarf billowing behind her.

The sky rumbled threateningly above and George stared after her, torn between his own pride and the urge to chase her down.

"C'mon mate, let her cool down." Came Fred's distant voice. She was long gone.

The rest of the day was built of similar scuffles. The two had a nasty habit of bumping into each other, and an even nastier habit of quite literally bumping into one another when it happened. One such incident resulted in a confused Oliver lying on the floor of Honeyduke's with Alicia across him, and George needing to pay for a spoiled platter of fudge. Another fine incident had a deck of cards explode in George's face coincidentally at the exact moment Alicia bolted out of the shop. The worst episode included a large rain puddle, a very damp Alicia, and a George with a bruised shin.

"Look, it's nearly five we best get over to the Three Broomsticks." Alicia said as they left the pet shop. Oliver grinned sheepishly and offered her his arm. Despite the day's antics, she was determined to enjoy her afternoon to the best of her abilities. Arm and arm they walked into the crowded pub, and found a small table by the window.

"Are you sure Alicia?" Oliver started. "I mean I really just don't know if she—" WHAM. Alicia smacked him across the face.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" he demanded. Alicia laughed as he rubbed his pink cheek.

"Because you won't shut up you prat!" Alicia giggled. She reassuringly covered his hands with hers. "I've told you every time I've seen you and in every letter, she's crazy about you! She has been for years!"

Oliver was about to deny this statement when somebody suddenly toppled into him.

"Sorry about that mate—Oliver! Fancy seeing you here!" an all too familiar voice sang out. George was flanked by two ridiculously giggly Hufflepuff girls and really didn't seem at all sorry about the butterbeer now dripping down Oliver's coat. An overstretched smile was plastered onto his face, crinkling his cheeks but not reaching his eyes.

"George! Seems like we've been…running into eachother all day!" Oliver said. Only a troll wouldn't have been able to notice the tension, and Oliver had not yet figured out the exact cause or his accidental role in it. He smiled up at his former teammate but blinked away immediately, not sure what to make of the rather demonic smile he received.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt; you two were looking quite cozy." George said bluntly. His smile didn't falter. Oliver tried to contest this point at once but George continued.

"It really is a lovely place for a date, speaking of which I can't believe I didn't introduce you. So rude really, Jenna, Reese, this is Alicia and Oliver." George said, indicating the oversized Barbies he had walked in with. The two girls didn't even notice their names mentioned; they were too preoccupied with chipping the pink nail polish off of Reese's fingers.

"George please, Oliver and I are not on a date." Alicia said loudly, wanting to get the message across once and for all. George looked unconvinced.

"Oh you don't need to lie Ali, it's not like I care who you date." He said in his best casual voice, adding a light laugh for good measure. "It just would be useful if you kept me updated. I never know who the lucky guy of the week is." Alicia's jaw dropped at his words; her eyes narrowed tightly.

"George Weasley," she nearly whispered. "How dare you talk about me like that? Especially when you come walking in here with THESE two winners!" she said a touch louder, nodding her head at the girls who were still yet to notice the heated fight.

"What, so you can go off with guy after guy and I'M not allowed an afternoon with two friends?" George argued back. Alicia's face went a shade darker and her long fingers balled into white fists.

"Why are you talking like this?" she asked in a lower voice. "I'm not like that George and you know it."

"Hah, well try telling that to the male population of our house." He said roughly. Tears started to well in Alicia's eyes causing George to bite the inside of his lip. He had gone too far.

"You smug bastard. You're the biggest man-whore of our school and you accuse ME of getting around? Look at what you came in here with!" she now yelled. Concern for who overheard them was long gone. George's eyes went wide with her sudden language.

"Don't talk about my friends like they're trash Ali." Said George. Alicia huffed.

"Friends? There's a laugh."

"Well they've done a damn better job at being my friend lately than you have." He replied. The tears finally seeped out of Alicia's eyes and her hand crashed into his face. Before he had a chance to recover, the pub door slammed and she had run out into the rain. Reality smacked him in the face harder than Alicia had, and he was after her without a thought.

"Ali! Alicia stop! Where are you going?" George called over the storm.

"Back to the castle, LEAVE ME ALONE." She cried over her shoulder.

"Ali please, comeback here." He yelled back, still running to catch up. She whipped around, making him wince at the sight of her tears.

"Please just leave me alone Georgie. I can't handle this anymore—the constant fighting, being close and then bickering all over again. It's just too much." Alicia whimpered. Her voice was softer now; it held less anger than before and trembled in the wind. She moved to leave again but he caught her arm.

"Ali," George repeated, turning her towards him and grasping both of her arms. Knowing his strength she was still in his hold but she refused to meet his eyes.

"George I told you, I can't fight anymore. You win okay?" she sighed. Her eyes stayed downcast.

"Leesh that's not why I came after you." He replied. That seemed to change little in Alicia's mind, but she looked up expectantly.

"Then why did you come after me?" she asked. Exasperation flooded her expression. To her surprise, he smiled.

"Alicia I came after you for the same reason I come for you every time we fight. I came out here for the same reason we've been arguing since we got to school, for the same reason I followed you around all day pretending it was an accident and for the same reason I nearly decked Ollie in there." George said heavily.

Alicia's glanced down again for a moment but as his words hit her heart she started to lift her gaze.

"Leesh," George said softly. He took one hand from her arm and placed it gently on her cheek. "I'm absolutely crazy about you." He said softly.

Her lips parted in shock at his sudden honesty, and without hesitation he covered them with his. She breathed in sharply, taking in his scent, his warmth, his taste. A little shocked that she didn't pull away he pulled her close, scared to let her go as though the rain could wash it all away.

An icy gust shoved her into him and caused a shiver down her spine that made them both laugh. They smiled together seeing their clothes stuck together, and she burrowed into his warmth. She shook again.

"I think we better get you inside." He whispered, kissing her face between each word.

"I don't think that was because of the cold." She whispered back.

A burst of cheers and applause broke the moment, and they turned together to see their friends enthusiastically showing their approval from inside the pub. Katie and Oliver rapped on the window with their free hands (the other two were conveniently entwined). Angelina and Lee were making loud cat calls and completely ignoring Fred, who was looking rather as though he had just swallowed a sour ball.