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!?"

Ohhh, I love this story so far. The plot seems very interesting. PAMS

Loving this story it is very good. So can't wait for more.

Cute!(I mean both the story and your choice for the song.) PAMS for you, sweetie. And by the way, I'm a fan of Vanessa.

hey there new reader here
and i love you fic already!
please post more soon!

YAY!! my first reader!! THANK YOU!!

THANKS!!

thank you!!! it took me forever to find a title i liked. kool, i like her songs too.

thank you!!

unfortunatly, i probally wont be able to post this weekend because i have this thing that last pretty much all weekend and monday night. but i will try and if not, i will have one probally around wensday!!

Take ur time and ur welcome

New Reader!!! Great Story!!! Is she by any chance related to Angelina Johnson? Just wondering. Don't worry, take your time on writing this story because it looks like it could be an excellent one.

Heyy,

Great story I'm glad it's up I can't wait to see what you write next If you need help, just PM me

PAMS!!
:glomps: Jenn

thanx, no she is not relate to Angelina Johnson, i just came up with the name randomly without even relizing that another person has that same last name. It actually took me a while to come up with a name for her. when i first started writing, whenever i used her name it was just "girl" haha
thanx jenn, i will!

OK, so i know i said i probally wouldnt have a new post for you guys untill wensday, but i got really excited about having all these new readers so i worked on it before and after my practice It's really short and kind of random, but im a random and short person.

~Becca~
P.S- now i REALLY wont have a post for you guys till probally wensday!

"Yes."
"What are you doing here?" I said in shock.
"I have come to deliver you to George." said Fred in a very Percy-ish tone.
"Deliver me?" I was extremely confused, and could feel myself getting angry.” What am I a package?"
Fred smiled in an evil way, and waved his wand. All of a sudden everything went black.
"Fred," I said in the calmest voice I could, "is there a reason why you just blind-folded me?"
"Yes."
"And may I ask what it is?" I was asking way too many questions.
"George wanted it to be a surprise."
"OK," I said, even though this still made no sense to me,” but how am I supposed to walk down the stairs? If I can’t see I will fall into one of the trick steps!!"
"Good point." said Fred thoughtfully, "Wingardium Leviosa."
I felt my feet rise off the ground.
"Fred, put me down!"
"If I do you'll never get down the stairs, and you will be stuck with me all night."
I sighed, he had a point. I was quiet until I heard a door open, and felt a cool breeze.
"Fred, can you put me down now that we're off the stairs?"
"No, this way will be easier."
"But...FINE!!"
I crossed my arms, this night was not going the way I thought it would. We walked-
well he walked, I floated-for about five more minutes before I heard a different, but familiar voice shout, "I TOLD YOU TO BRING HER HERE, NOT TO TAKE HER HOSTAGE!"
I felt myself fall and hit the ground with a thud. "Ow!"
Then, I felt the blind-fold being taken off. I opened my eyes and looked up, my heart leaped, and I smiled, it was George.
"Could you hold on for just a second? I have to have a quick word with my brother." He sounded annoyed.
As he turned away to go talk to Fred, I took out my little mirror from my purse. My pony tail had gotten messed up when I fell. I sighed, there was no way I would have time to fix it, instead I took out my wand and started to re-do my hair. (That's why I love being a witch; you almost never have to carry around beauty supplies.) I straightened it so it wouldn't be messy anymore, it didn't look great, but it was the best I could do. I had just put my wand away, and gotten up when George and Fred finished their conversation. Fred stormed away looking angry, and George turned to me.
"Wow."
"Wow, what?" I said a little annoyed. I was really tired of asking questions.
"You fixed your hair really fast, it's amazing."
Suddenly all my anger went away, all that mattered was that I was finally alone with George.
"It's not amazing, Hun, I'm amazing." I said in a matter-a-fact tone.
"Yea, you are."
I smiled; maybe this night could be save after all.

We walked-
well he walked, I floated-for about five more minutes before I heard different, but familiar voice shout, "I TOLD YOU TO BRING HER HERE, NOT TO TAKE HER HOSTAGE!"


I love this part, it wouldn't surprise me though if George had actually planned it. It seems like a typical Weasley thing to mess up your sibling's date.

This story is getting better and better, though I wonder how she is going to make this date get better.... please tell.

Keep going Becca.

Jemmz

*faints* PAMS!!!! Keep going on, this's such a great story!

Awesome post, well i guess i have to camp out here till Wednesday. *pitches up tent and waits patiently*

Don't worry, I can wait... I think..... :hairpulls: you better hurry though otherwise I might become bald.

I have exams coming up soon, so I know how overwhelming it is at the moment.

Your spelling isn't as bad as some people's that I have seen, so don't worry about it.

PAMS

Jemmz
xxx

haha, that was my favorite part too.

thanks, lol, hope you like thi snext chapter

THANK YOU!!

sorry i made you stay in that tent that extra day....i bet the twins made my teachers give me all the homework

haha, thanks, I hope your not bald yet, cause here is the next chapter!!!
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"Sorry about that," said George,” Fred was just...”
"Being Fred." I finished.
"Yea."
"It's ok, because I know that one day were all going to look back and laugh at it."
"But, now?"
"Now, I want to kill Fred."
He laughed, and then said "Why don't you sit down?"
I looked around, only just noticing the scene around me. We were out, in front of the lake, where he had set up a table for two. The view of the lake was beautiful, and everything was very romantic. George and I sat down; about a second later I heard a loud crack.
"Dobby!" I screamed. (I had met Dobby last year when I had missed dinner, and Harry took me to the kitchens under his invisibility cloak.) "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Wheezy has come to the kitchens and is asking for food. When he mentioned you, miss, I is offering to bring it to you."
"Aww, thank you Dobby." I said, seeing George looking embarrassed from the corner of my eye. "What have you brought?"
"I think you will be pleased, miss, Mr. Wheezy said it was your favorite."
Dobby snapped his fingers and hamburgers and french fries appeared in front of me and George.
I looked at George. "How did you-"
"You told me. At the world cup." When I still looked confuse he said, "When you saw the witches from Salem eating them? I believe your exact words were-"
"OH MY GOSH! Are those hamburgers and french fries? They are like the best foods ever invented! I mean, the food here in England is good too. But, hamburgers and french fries are just the best." I laughed. "I can't believe you remembered that!"
"Well, you were right." said George, now so embarrassed he was turning red. "I had Dobby make them for me, and they are delicious."
"I am glad you are pleased, miss. I is bringing dessert in twenty minutes." Dobby snapped his fingers again, and with a crack disappeared.
For the next twenty minutes we just talked, and laughed. When Dobby had come to bring dessert we were talking about Quidditch.
“I hate that there is no Quidditch this year, Ginny and I were going to try out for the team. But, I guess the Triwizard Tournament is exciting, too."
"You and Ginny? I didn't know that either of you could play Qudditch."
"Ginny taught me how to play over the summer, and we got really good. We want to be chasers."
"I didn't even know Ginny could fly a broom, never mind play Qudditch!" said George, seeming surprised.
"Yea, she can, and we could both fly circles around you any day."
"Please, two little girls like you, couldn't possibly be better than me!"
"You did not just say that!" I said.
"Yea, I did."
I knew he was just teasing me, but I am a very competitive person. Before I knew what I was doing I stood up and said,” Fine. Then why don't you prove it?"
"What?"
"You. Me. Race. NOW!"
"No, I'm not going to race you." he said, looking amused.
"Scared you might lose to a 'little girl'?" I said in a baby voice.
"Fine, I'll race you. But do me a favor and don't cry when you lose."
"Good, and I won't lose." I said sitting down.
He looked confused. "Don't you want to race?"
"Oh, I meant after we finish the chocolate cake."

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"Are you ready?" George said.
I had completely forgotten that this was a date. My competitiveness had completely taken over me, and I had to win.
"Bring it."
He laughed. "OK, around the castle once, and back here to the broom shed. Remember that we're using the school brooms, so don’t overdue it or they will break."
"Got it. On the count of three we'll go."
"1.."
"2.."
"3..GO!!"
I pushed off into the air, as I climbed higher I saw George get ahead of me. I started to go faster, and caught up with him in a minute. I didn't dare try to go faster, afraid that the broom would break. We stayed like that for most of the race, until I could see the broom shed again. That’s when George got ahead of me again, it was only about a foot, but even that counted as him winning. I pushed the broom so fast that I think me past him by about five feet. I was ten feet above the ground now; there was no way he could catch up. Just as I had thought that, my broom suddenly snapped and I was falling towards the ground. About six feet off the ground I managed to grab a branch, and hung there until George had landed.
"I told you not to overdue it." he shouted.
"Yea, well....I wanted to win." There was a short pause before I said, "So are you going to help me or leave me here all night?"
"Right, ok umm...just jump and I will catch you."
I didn't really want to, but it seemed like the only choice. So, nervously, I let go of the branch, and he caught me.
"Thanks." I muttered.
"Your welcome." he said, but he didn't put me down.
Our faces were inches apart, and slowly the space in between them started to shrink. My eyes were starting to close-
"George is that you?"
I fell to the ground for the second time tonight. "Ow! Why does everyone keep on dropping me today?"
"What are you guys doing out here so late?" I looked up and saw Charlie Weasley and Professor McGonagall coming out of the forest.
"Yes, Ms.Johnson that is a very good question."
"Umm...." My mind was racing.” This is a dream?"
"Nice try, but you and Mr.Weasley will have to come with me."
"Actually, said Charlie," Could I talk to George first?"
" Very well, come on Ms. Johnson."
I said "Bye" to George, and then Professor McGonagall and I walked back up the castle in silence. When we got to the fat lady she told me that I would receive a warning this time but next time would mean detention. I told the angry fat lady the password (Amo) and walked into the common room, where I found Neville sleeping. I woke him up, and told him everything that happened. He started to ask questions, and I told him I would answer them in the morning. As I walked up the stairs, I thought how strange this night was. But I couldn’t help thinking that it was perfect.

Hope you like it!!!

That's my favorite part about the two posts that I missed, I'm sorry that I didn't come back sooner. I loved both of your posts. Just one question, what is Charlie doing there?

Jenn

haha, its fine, im glad you liked them
He is there for the trwizard tournement..this started after harry had gotton picked.he was showing Mcgonagall the dragons and they weer both leaving the forest. I kno its kind of random but i wanted Allie to go back to the common room without George soo she could tell Neville without George beign there.
I will try to have a new post soon.
~Becca~

oh i can't wait for more!!!! its so good!!!!!!