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HPobsession33 · 04-03-2008, 11:57 PM

Hey, my name is Becca and this is my first fanfic. This story is about George Weasley and a new character Alexandra Johnson.
Alexandra Johnson is a Gryffindor, and is in Harry's year. She is best in her class at Transfiguration and second best in her class. (Hermione is best) She is a American even though she goes to Hogwarts, and has brown hair and green eyes. This story starts in her fourth year, and will go to her seventh.
The name of the story is from a song called Whatever Will Be, By Vanessa Anne Hudgens.

DISCALMER- i do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling, except for Alexandra JOhnson who i came up with myself
I want to dedicate this FF to Jenn (H/G4eva) for helping me so much, ever when i was being so annoying with it. THANK YOU!!

by Laura's Little Leprechaun Graphics

I sat in my room getting ready, feeling like I was in a dream and that any second now I would hear Hermione waking me up screaming "Class starts in five minutes!" I just couldn't believe it. There is no way that I could be going on a date with George Weasley. The George Weasley. The one I've been completely in love with since the moment I first saw him on the Hogwarts Express in my first year. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. But I definitely felt something. I remember that day perfectly:

I had just said good-bye to two proud parents and one jealous brother and sister; I was the first witch in the family since my grandmother, (my mom being a squib and my dad a muggle.) I walked excitedly onto the train and went to find a compartment. I had only walked a few steps before I saw a red-headed boy, who looked liked he was probably in his third year, helping a black-haired boy with glasses who seemed to be in his first year, like me, with his trunk.
"Do you need any help with that?" I asked.
Without even turning to look at me the red-headed boy said, “No."
"Are you sure? Because you look like you do."
"Listen," said the boy still with his back to me, "I doubt that a little girl like you-"
That was it, I hate when people think I'm incapable of doing stuff because I'm a girl. Rolling my eyes, I pushed both the red-head and the black-haired boy out of my way, and pushed the trunk onto the luggage rack above with all my might. Then turning to face them I saw the black-haired boy say "Thanks," looking grateful. Then I looked at the red-head with my eyebrows raised.
Looking shocked he said, "Yea, thanks." At that very same moment our eyes locked, and that’s when I first felt it. That feeling that I get whenever I'm around him.
"I'm George, by the way. George Weasley," he said, not breaking eye contact.
"Alexandra Johnson."

"Allie!" As soon as I heard my name I turned around to see Hermione and Ginny at the door. "You’re supposed to meet George in front of the Fat Lady in five minutes!" said a very anxious Hermione.
"Calm down," I said,” I'm ready. Why are you so worried any way? It's not even your date!!"
"Can't wait to see her when it is." muttered Ginny.
Hermione glared at her for a second then, turning to me, said excitedly, "Well, let’s see how you look then!"
I stood up and twirled around to show them. My long brown hair was in a elegant pony tail, I had dangling silver earrings on that went well with my white shirt, I had decided on light jeans, and silver heels that weren’t too high, but did make me seem a little taller than I actually was.
"What do you think?"
"You look gorgeous!" said Hermione.
"Sexy," said Ginny.
I just laughed and went to hug them both. After we broke apart, Ginny said Neville wanted to wish me luck before I went. So I walked down the stairs into the common room and found Neville.
."Hey, Neville. How do I look?"
"Very pretty," was his reply. I rolled my eyes. That’s Neville for you. I spent two hours getting ready and all he could say was, "Very pretty." Neville had been my best friend since our first year, and three years later, he still hadn't changed. I smiled.
"Thank you. Now, be sure to be in the common room when I get back. I want to tell you what happened first, before you start hearing what happened from a bunch of gossiping girls."
Neville laughed, gave me a hug, and said that he would, and that he hopes I have fun, before returning to his Herbology homework. I looked at my watch; I still had a minute to get to the Fat Lady. I walked down the stairs and out of the common room, I looked around and saw-
"Fred!?"

04-03-2008, 11:57 PM	#1 (permalink)
HPobsession33 Where's my tag?!?! FIERCE. Diricawl Location: w/da WDRTSTDTWOWWMD Join Date: Feb 2008 Posts: 6,856 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexandra (Allie) Johnson First Year Ministry RPG Name: Rebecca (Becca) Malison Accidents & Catastrophes	Whatever Will Be - Sa13+ Hey, my name is Becca and this is my first fanfic. This story is about George Weasley and a new character Alexandra Johnson. Alexandra Johnson is a Gryffindor, and is in Harry's year. She is best in her class at Transfiguration and second best in her class. (Hermione is best) She is a American even though she goes to Hogwarts, and has brown hair and green eyes. This story starts in her fourth year, and will go to her seventh. The name of the story is from a song called Whatever Will Be, By Vanessa Anne Hudgens. DISCALMER- i do not own any of these characters. They all belong to J.K Rowling, except for Alexandra JOhnson who i came up with myself I want to dedicate this FF to Jenn (H/G4eva) for helping me so much, ever when i was being so annoying with it. THANK YOU!! by Laura's Little Leprechaun Graphics I sat in my room getting ready, feeling like I was in a dream and that any second now I would hear Hermione waking me up screaming "Class starts in five minutes!" I just couldn't believe it. There is no way that I could be going on a date with George Weasley. The George Weasley. The one I've been completely in love with since the moment I first saw him on the Hogwarts Express in my first year. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. But I definitely felt something. I remember that day perfectly: I had just said good-bye to two proud parents and one jealous brother and sister; I was the first witch in the family since my grandmother, (my mom being a squib and my dad a muggle.) I walked excitedly onto the train and went to find a compartment. I had only walked a few steps before I saw a red-headed boy, who looked liked he was probably in his third year, helping a black-haired boy with glasses who seemed to be in his first year, like me, with his trunk. "Do you need any help with that?" I asked. Without even turning to look at me the red-headed boy said, “No." "Are you sure? Because you look like you do." "Listen," said the boy still with his back to me, "I doubt that a little girl like you-" That was it, I hate when people think I'm incapable of doing stuff because I'm a girl. Rolling my eyes, I pushed both the red-head and the black-haired boy out of my way, and pushed the trunk onto the luggage rack above with all my might. Then turning to face them I saw the black-haired boy say "Thanks," looking grateful. Then I looked at the red-head with my eyebrows raised. Looking shocked he said, "Yea, thanks." At that very same moment our eyes locked, and that’s when I first felt it. That feeling that I get whenever I'm around him. "I'm George, by the way. George Weasley," he said, not breaking eye contact. "Alexandra Johnson." "Allie!" As soon as I heard my name I turned around to see Hermione and Ginny at the door. "You’re supposed to meet George in front of the Fat Lady in five minutes!" said a very anxious Hermione. "Calm down," I said,” I'm ready. Why are you so worried any way? It's not even your date!!" "Can't wait to see her when it is." muttered Ginny. Hermione glared at her for a second then, turning to me, said excitedly, "Well, let’s see how you look then!" I stood up and twirled around to show them. My long brown hair was in a elegant pony tail, I had dangling silver earrings on that went well with my white shirt, I had decided on light jeans, and silver heels that weren’t too high, but did make me seem a little taller than I actually was. "What do you think?" "You look gorgeous!" said Hermione. "Sexy," said Ginny. I just laughed and went to hug them both. After we broke apart, Ginny said Neville wanted to wish me luck before I went. So I walked down the stairs into the common room and found Neville. ."Hey, Neville. How do I look?" "Very pretty," was his reply. I rolled my eyes. That’s Neville for you. I spent two hours getting ready and all he could say was, "Very pretty." Neville had been my best friend since our first year, and three years later, he still hadn't changed. I smiled. "Thank you. Now, be sure to be in the common room when I get back. I want to tell you what happened first, before you start hearing what happened from a bunch of gossiping girls." Neville laughed, gave me a hug, and said that he would, and that he hopes I have fun, before returning to his Herbology homework. I looked at my watch; I still had a minute to get to the Fat Lady. I walked down the stairs and out of the common room, I looked around and saw- "Fred!?" Last edited by HPobsession33 : 06-19-2008 at 10:00 PM.