Weasley's Wizard Wheezes

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of J.K Rowling's fabulous characters. I only own Victoria. And this story. Rated R for language and sexual content.

Summary: A new girl shows up at Hogwarts, and George Weasley has a strange feeling about her…

A/N: I really hate this chapter. No flames, because honestly, I hate this chapter with all of my heart. Don't worry, readers, it will get better, I promise! I apologize for such a dismal chapter. Eurgh.

Chapter 1: Welcome to Hogwarts.

You sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, quietly reading, "Hogwarts, A History". You wanted to learn everything about your new school.

"What a lovely book you have there!" said a feminine voice from across the room.

You look up to see across from you in a crimson and gold armchair a girl, no younger than you, with bushy brown hair and brown eyes.

"Oh," you say, blushing. 'Great, Victoria,' you think to yourself, 'She thinks you're a dork. Wonderful.'

"Well, I just transferred here, so I'm-" you began to reply.

"Ohh! A new student! Well, let me be the first to introduce myself!" the bushy haired girl said happily. She got up from her chair, walked over to you, and stuck her hand out. "I'm Hermione Granger!"

"Nice to meet you, Hermione. My name is Victoria." You reply, shaking her hand. "I transferred here from a school in Salem, Massachusetts, in the-" she cuts you off again.

"United States of America. Salem is infamous over here for all the witch burnings you had. Of course, the stupid gits only killed innocent women; the witches knew to stay far away from muggle puritans."

"Yes." you said, somewhat impressed at the young witches knowledge.

"Oh! I want you to meet some of my best friends! ROOOOOON! HARRRRRRY!" she yelled up the stairs.

"Oy! Stop your yelling Hermione, we're coming!" Ron replied.

You heard footsteps coming down the stairs and out popped two rather tall boys. One had ginger red hair and freckles with startling blue eyes. The other had raven black hair and the most stunning pair of green eyes you had ever seen.

"Victoria, this is Ron," she gestured to the boy with red hair, who seemed to be staring at you…

"Ahem!" she fake cleared her throat, and Ron stopped staring. "And this is Harry."

Harry put out his hand, smiling warmly. "Hello mate!"

You shook his hand, and then heard a large BANG! from where the boys had just came from.

"Holy hell!" you yelled.

"Oy, Harry! She's an American!"

"Well, so it seems Ron!"

"Yeah, I just transferred from Salem Institute of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In America, duh." A blush began to stain your cheeks in a moment of stupidity. "But what was that noise?"

"Oh," Ron replied, "That's just my brothers, Fred and George. Stupid gits probably blew themselves up this time-"

And everyone thought they had, until another small explosion from the same location.

You screamed rather loudly, as did Hermione. Harry and Ron nearly jumped out of their skin. Then you heard a THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP and the occasional moan of pain or "Ouch!" as two bodies fell down the stairway.

"You stupid gits! What did you do now?" Ron yelled at the entangled bodies.

The bodies untangled themselves, and stood up. They were a mirror image of each other, red hair, freckles, and faces black with soot. The only differences were their clothing- one had a blue sweater with an F on it, the other a green sweater with a G on it, and their eyes. Two pairs of the most gorgeous eyes you think you had ever seen in your entire life. The one with the F on the sweater had honey brown eyes with flecks of gold; the boy with the G on the sweater had blue eyes like an ocean with flecks of green.

They stood there for a second, gazing at you. People said you were attractive with your blonde hair and green eyes, slim figure yet ample bosom. You hated your height though. Not very tall for your 17 years of age, in fact you were only 5 foot 5 inches. You were told you had a fiery spirit, which many a time got you in a jam. You were one to tell people what you think, not think before you speak. You also had a tendency to shy away from relationships; you had problems getting emotionally attached to someone thanks to something that happened in your past that you like to forget.

"OY!" Ron's voice echoed throughout the common room, snapping the twins back into reality.

"These twits are my twin brothers, Fred and George. George, Fred, this is Victoria, a new transfer student."

"How do you do." You replied politely, unable to tear your gaze from Fred.

"Enchante, mademoiselle." Fred walked forward and kissed your hand, making you blush severely.

Copying his brother, George walked forward, and said "Ahn shanty, maddy mossele." He, however, kissed your cheeks in the typical French style.

This only made your blush deepen into a rather bright crimson.

"Boys!" Hermione scolded. "She isn't French! She's American!"

"A bloody yank!" Fred said dramatically.

"Can you believe a Yankee coming back to mother England?"

"I do believe, gentlemen, that we 'yanks' kicked your ass." You smirked giving them your answer. "Nice try though, boys, you almost offended me." You gave them a wink and turned to face Hermione.

"I'm rather hungry, is there anywhere to eat here?"

"Sure! I'll take you down to the Great Hall, I'm rather hungry myself!"

You and Hermione exited the common room, with all four guys looking after you, awed by your response and their lack of one.

TBC