Chapter One:

The beginning of year speech...blah, blah, blah...rules...Sorting beginning!

Fred and George finally looked up in interest. "Look at that little kid," Fred whispered. "He reminds me of Ron."

George snorted. "Hardly."

"Shh!" hissed an impatient voice. Hermione Granger.

The hat slipped over their little heads and they clung to the sides of the stool, all looking terrified as they each became the center of attention.

"This is our...what, sixth year?" George asked, smiling a little.

"How could you forget? With Mum exclaiming all the time on how grown up we're becoming?"

"Grown up? Hardly," snorted George. "Ronniekins is more mature than you, Fred, and he's a fourth year."

"Ouch. That hurts, Georgie."

"You're out of luck, Freddie. You just aren't as witty and intelligent as your better looking twin."

"Oh, it's too bad that you aren't as delightful and pleasant and as...well, hot as the better twin which is...cough, cough...Fred."

"Shut up, you two. That arguing over who the better twin is gets so old," Ron muttered.

"Yinna, Acala."

"They're nearing the end," whispered Fred. "About time. I'm starving."

"Wait!" Professor Dumbledore announced happily. "That's not the end yet!" He was oblivious to the disappointment and groans of several older students. "We have an exchange student. She will be here for a whole year!"

"Oh joy," muttered Fred. "Hope she knows English."

"She's from America!" Dumbledore continued. "And she is in the fifth year. She is an advanced student and will be taking several sixth year classes as well. I'd like you all to welcome Rosalie Winters to Hogwarts! She will be sorted in to a year tonight before the feast!"

George stared at the pretty girl who stood up shyly and walked up to Dumbledore. She nodded to him politely before sitting down and pulling the hat over her head.

The hat was quiet for a long time, causing everyone to look at each other curiously, when it finally opened its flap and yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The pretty girl stood up, walking easily over to the Gryffindor table. There was a round of polite applause. Professor Dumbledore announced, "Let's eat!"

The only space open was at the head of the table, in between Fred and George. She silently took it.

Rosalie was short and thin, more so than the popular rich girls. She was pretty enough to Fred. She had dark brown hair that hung at her shoulders, which was neither curly nor straight. Her glasses added to an intelligent appearance, and a soft face encouraged a friendly smile, although one did not cross her features now.

Fred may not have had interest in the girl, but George was fascinated by her. She had pretty green eyes which she hid from them shyly as she took to eating. He was also impressed with the fact she actually ate - the other girls always complained about their weight.

"Rosalie," George said once he had calmed himself and straightened his thoughts.

She looked up, setting her fork down politely. "Yes?"

"I'm George, George Weasley." He offered a hand to shake.

She took his hand and shook it with a slight smile. "Rosalie Winters."

"This is my twin," George began, and Fred finished, "Fred Weasley."

"Pleased to meet you. What year are you two in?"

"Sixth year," George said. Without realizing, he had added, "I think."

He was relieved when it caused her to laugh. She said, "You think?"

George shrugged easygoing-ly. "Yeah. I think."

She laughed again, her eyes lit up prettily. George had never seen eyes so stunning as hers. They were as green as the color of an evergreen forest, but they had a tinge of a light brown and flecked with a sea blue. They shone like a sunrise, captivating and alluring. Her laugh was light and gentle, presuming nothing and yet caring anyway.

She went back to eating, a little more color in her cheeks and her lips more ready to form a smile.

George had to focus really hard as to not stare at her. He had never fallen so hard for a girl.

The commons hadn't changed much. George and Fred stayed up late that night.

"So, George-" Fred began.

"What'd she say?" George said suddenly, sitting up, looking bewildered.

"What?" Fred's bewildered expression matched George's perfectly. "What'd who say what?"

"She said...pleased to meet us. She's pretty, don't you think?"

Fred snorted a little, and then amended it for his brother quickly, "Yes, yes, George. I think she's perfect for you. I just don't think she knows that."

George glared. "I'll have her."

"Only for a year. You'd better work hard, Forge."

"Count on it, Gred."