You and George had been dating since your third year at Hogwarts. You both were now in your seventh year. George was head over heels for you. Buying you gifts and whispering sweet nothing's in your ear whenever he got the chance. He would sit by you in class, not caring whether or not someone else sat with you. He'd even pass you notes during Snape's lessons when Snape wasn't looking. And today seemed to be like no other as a balled up piece of paper landed right beside your cauldron.