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After a while longer of the five of us joking around and eating some snacks I got up to use the restroom. When I came back to the cabin, only George was in there now as I slipped back in.

"Where is everyone?" I asked over the roar of the express, as I took a seat next to George this time.

"Marie went to go talk to some Ravenclaw boy. Fred and Lee went chasing after the snack cart, again," He said as I crossed my legs over each other. Noticing George was holding the book I had finished the other night.

"Are you reading my book?" I questioned him as I looked at his face. His eye wandering over from the page to my eyes.

"Yes," He smiled as our eyes connected, "Do you have a problem with it?"

"No, not at all. I just thought that a romantic novel wouldn't be your thing."

"What can I say, I am a sucker for love," He replied as he stared at me for a bit longer. His eyes turning back to the book as I resting my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

"Why do you have different parts highlighted?" George asked as I opened my eyes back up.

"No reason," I stammered as I went to close my eyes again.

"It seems like you do. I mean this whole page is practically highlighted and it's a full-on kissing scene," George teased.

"So?" I asked him as I now rested my chin on his shoulder looking at his cheek.

"Did you highlight this because you want this to happen to you?" He teased again as he turned his face towards me.

"Don't be mean now," I said as I reached over for the book trying to take it out of his grasp.

George fought back by moving the book out of my reach as I sat up on my knees. Still reaching over him as he held me back by my waist. His fingers digging into my hips as I reached up higher. His fingers were cold against my warm skin as I jerked at his touch for just a moment. Georges laughter filling up our cabin as I began to laugh along with him.

"George, just give it to me," I laughed as George held the book up higher.

"Just tell me the truth," He said as my shirt had raised up and this thumb was pressing against my bare skin. I placed my hand on his wrist, not wanting him to move his hand any further, as I leaned over.  As the book reached my fingers the express came to a hard stop. Jolting me forwards as I about fell on the floor. George reacted quickly. Wrapping his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest, letting the book drop the to floor. His strong grip pulled me close to him as I placed my hands on his shoulders. As the express came to a shrinking halt his other arm wrapped around me as our faces were now just inches away. His cinnamon breathing mixing with my flower scent as the express chugged back and forth before completely stopping. His eyes never leaving mine as I felt my heart beating through my chest.

All around us the sounds of children and students eager to get off the express while George and I just stayed there. Our breathing syncing together as his fingers pressed into my skin. My eyes darting back and forth between his eyes and lip. Wanting nothing more to connect them together. To feel him. To taste him.

"We should probably go met up with everyone else," I whispered as his brown eyes softened.

"Yeah, we should," George whispered back as he swung my feet onto the ground keeping me in his lap. As I pushed off of his lap I felt his hands slid off my waist. Leaving his touch to linger there as I straightened out my shirt. George standing up from behind me as he towered over me reaching for our bags in the compartment just above the two of us.