Yeouch, I logged on and I saw just how long I've been away. Jesus Christ... I'm really sorry to everyone who actually reads my stories, or read... I promise I'll update Similar and Monster soon but in between exams, revision for my exams, my exams, writers block, work experience hunting, exams, sickness bugs and exams, I really haven't had time. Oh, and theres my karate lessons but I used to work around them so... I blame it on the exams. But mainly it's my inability to try and get past this pissing writer's block... But I vow to find a way and this is my first tiny step let's see how we go! P.S. This isn't another looooooooonggg story I'm not gonna finish for months (or dare I say it?) years but just a little three shot thingy about one of my Harry Potter OCs and George Weasley! Yay for Georgie! It's mainly like how they got together and her background and stuff like that so let's see if I can relight the fire that once drove me to write and not just sit either and my desk or in bed tapping at randomn buttons on the keyboard! Tell me what you guys think! Good to be back ~nikki Xxx

I don't own anything in the Harry Potter realm of fictional genius. It's all JK's. Sadly... Trust me if I owned Harry Potter I would die of happiness!

My eyes scanned the parchment once more, maybe Lacey was joking? It was her way after all, but no, this had the seal of the Ministry, this was no joke. I felt like dying, my life was already crumbling before me, that woman was going to find me and when she did…

"Rachel?" I turned my head to be met by fire red hair.

"Yeah George?"

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well I dunno you just seemed a bit down this morning."

"Did I?"

"Yeah." He stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world (which knowing me and my futile attempts at hiding my emotions from the twins it probably was….)

I felt the weight on the red, Gryffindor couch shift as one of my best mates slumped down beside me. I looked at him to find him studying me, chocolate brown eyes trying to work out what I wasn't telling him. I could feel my cheeks heat up as his eyes flicked and met mine.

Out of habit I shook my head gently and allowed strands of honey blonde to cover my emerald eyes, I'd been doing that for a year now because of how many times he sat beside me, I mean why George Weasley of all people, the boy I'd known for years, my best mate, my confidante, my…crush.

The weird thing is I'm not usually like this around boys, I muck around, push their buttons, make them blush. I'm confidant, not a shy mess, but George (and yes, I know this sounds cliché) has an effect on me which makes me feel like jelly, curse him and his good looks, effortless charm and nice, lovable, cuteness.

"Hey, what's that?" He pointed to the parchment I still had a grip on.

"Oh, nothing." I really am a terrible liar, even worse around him. I scrunched up the parchment and shoved it in one of the pockets of my robes.

"Looked official" he said, just a hint of excitement laced in his voice.

"It's just a letter from my aunt." See technically it wasn't lying… my Aunt Lacey is an Auror, so really I'm just skipping over important bits of the truth, not lying…

He raised an eyebrow but let it go.

"So Mr Weasley, what did you want with little ol' me?"

He groaned. He hates it when I called him Mr Weasley, which actually made it all the more amusing.

"Come on, I told you I hate that."

"Well, you shouldn't have," I jabbed him in the side, "You and Fred are bad influences you know and you taught me if someone openly hates a nickname then use it as much as possible… remember?"

"I know, I know, I get the idea Miss Colson." He mocked my earlier punishment and smiled as I grimaced.

"So, George what did you want?"

"Well, first to see if you were okay." He looked at me again like before trying to read my haywire emotions, which made the light dust of pink on my cheeks not only reappear but the blush became a lot more noticeable, so back with my amazing hair curtain. "Which you clearly aren't."

"I'm fine, thanks very much." He pulled my hair back behind my ear. A few stubborn pieces of gold refusing to stay put, fell back across my face.

My green eyes flicked down towards my magenta polished nails which seemed much more interesting now the redhead next to me could see my beetroot coloured face. His own fingers reached under my chin and forced me to look at him.

"Well since you're okay then…" His hand dropped, "Then time for my proposition."

"Proposition?" The worry and scepticism sounding quite openly in my voice.

"Yeah, you see I am undeniably bored and two energetic fifth years like us should be out pranking someone not sitting here."

"Where's Fred?"

"Detention."

"Elle?"

"Library, besides you know Eloise wouldn't help me if it were my dying wish."

"George I'm really not in the mood."

"Please! I am way too bored for my own good!" He pretended to dramatically die bringing a smile to my face for the first time since the mail arrived this morning.

I stood up and pulled him up too (or at least attempted to)

"If it means that much to you."

"You're the best, you know that!"

"Yeah, yeah but you owe me a butterbeer."

"Deal!" He grabbed my wrist and dragged me down towards whatever we were going to be doing.

I just hoped we wouldn't get into too much trouble, but with him it would be so totally worth it.