This is replacing my previous attempt 'Mesmerized'. I withdrew it because there were a few things I decided to change a few things and there were a few things I got wrong as well. For example, when Harry Potter is in his second year, Cedric is in his fourth year; not his fifth. The updated information is below. Additionally, I realized I needed to stretch this fic out a bit; so expect a bit more George/OC moments.

I also noticed that 'Mesmerized' had only one review and fifty-six hits. So I plead with you guys to please review because it really means a lot to me. Just say like 'Great chapter' or 'Please update'; ANYTHING. Just please review, it will mean a lot. I also accept constructive criticism.

Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood – First Year

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy – Second Year

Katie Bell, Cho Chang – Third Year

Ashlyn Spencer, Raine Lee, Fred & George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Cedric Diggory – Fourth Year

Roger Davies, Penelope Clearwater – Fifth Year

Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley – Sixth Year

A redhead weaved past crowds of Hogwarts students bidding goodbye to their parents. She was on Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, about to board the Hogwarts Express accompanied by a dark-haired girl. "I really don't like people," the redhead commented as she bumped into a few more people. The other girl rolled her eyes at the latter's dramatic statement. "Present company excluded of course," the redhead amended quickly.

"Of course, Ash," The dark-haired girl said dryly. "Have you seen Fred and George?"

"Nope, they're probably late," The redhead replied. She was Ashlyn Spencer; a Hogwarts Ravenclaw attending her fourth year in the renowned school. Her companion was her best friend and roommate, Raine Lee. Both girls wondered where their twin best friends were. "We might as well get on the train and-"

"Oy, wait up!" Two flaming redheaded blurs caught up behind Ashlyn and Raine. "That…was…close…" Fred Weasley panted, bending down to massage the stitch at his side. His twin moaned in agreement, heaving his trunk up onto the train.

"Haven't been exercising, Fred?" Ashlyn teased, hauling him up alongside her.

"Quite the opposite, my dear Spencer; I have been buffing myself up to impress a certain lady this year," Fred stopped short as he took a proper look at Ashlyn, "Guess I'm the only one, huh Spence?" Ashlyn turned pink.

"What are you talking about?" She asked offhandedly as the four of them set off to find a compartment.

"You know what I mean," Fred pressed excitedly, looking at her up and down. "You definitely did something with yourself."

"You're babbling, Fred," Ashlyn said stoutly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Fred rolled his eyes, "Fine," Turning to his twin, Fred asked, "Anything strikes you about our lovely Spencer?"

"Ah an empty compartment," Ashlyn cut in briskly, sliding open the door. As the four of them settled down, George peered at Ashlyn. "God, there's nothing different about me, alright?"

"No there is," George said thoughtfully, "Did you cut your hair?"

"Yes, I did,"

"No that isn't it, George," Fred said, closely scrutinizing Ashlyn, "Maybe it has something to do with wearing Muggle clothing," Fred whistled as he checked out Ashlyn's attire. She wore a skirt and plain top. "Thought you didn't like skirts," Fred said smugly.

"Past tense, Fred," Ashlyn shot back, "Maybe it has something to do with my skirt; so what? Nothing's changed." She leaned back against the seat. Before Fred could speak, the sliding door opened once again; announcing the arrival of Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Oliver Wood.

Oliver Wood; the sixth year Gryffindor Ashlyn happened to have a humongous crush on. Ashlyn was the type of girl who was more comfortable around boys. Save for Raine, a few other Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, Ashlyn normally interacted more with the opposite sex than her own. Still, whenever she saw Oliver, a curious feeling would overwhelm her. Her face would feel hot, her heart rate would speed up, her hands would tremble and her voice would go off key. Only when Quidditch became the main topic, she would feel at ease. "Hey all," Angelina greeted.

"Ah, Spencer," Oliver said, "I've been waiting all summer for this," An anticipatory lump grew in Ashlyn's throat.

"Oh?" She controlled herself as he took a seat opposite her. Her heart fluttered in her ribcage as she found herself staring into those soulful brown eyes again.

"Quidditch," Oliver declared, his eyes dancing with obvious excitement. Ashlyn deflated, her hopes running out of her like water out of a tap. 'Of course,' she thought to herself quietly. 'It's always Quidditch.' Leaning forward, Ashlyn smoothed her features to let a smile cross her face.

"I told you the Tornadoes would crush Falcons," Ashlyn grinned smugly. "At the expense of one of their Chasers of course," Oliver shook his head disbelievingly.

"I can't believe the Falcons, despite their motto, still lost." Oliver said.

"Jeez Oliver," Ashlyn shook her head, "Their motto has got nothing to do with their performance other than being extremely violent. Thank god the Tornadoes pulled through; the Falcons play real dirty sometimes."

"It's Quidditch," Oliver pointed out, "We expect casualties."

"Uh," Ashlyn bit her lip; there was something in those words Oliver just spoke. Possibly bitterness, "What about the Wimbourne Wasps and Appleby Arrows match?"

Oliver brightened, "That match was brilliant! Always knew the Wasps – Arrows match would be memorable." Ashlyn nodded in agreement.

"And it was so close! The Wasps were just a hundred and forty points behind and then their Seeker swoops in, getting the Snitch and winning by ten points!" Ashlyn recounted, relishing the epic scene between the two rival teams. She and Oliver exchanged casual high-fives. Suddenly remembering who she was speaking to, another red-hot blush rose to Ashlyn's face.

"I never liked the Wasps much," Angelina spoke, drawing Oliver's attention away from Ashlyn, "They're much too obnoxious for me." Oliver laughed.

"By the way, Spence," Oliver turned to Ashlyn, who had managed to beat down the blush, "Mind sending a message for me to Davies? Yeah, tell him he isn't going to win the Quidditch Cup this year." Oliver said in satisfaction.

"Speaking about obnoxious Quidditch teams…" Ashlyn commented, making the whole compartment laugh. "I'll personally pass the message, Oliver. Mind you, the reply won't be favorable 'cause Ravenclaw will definitely get that Cup this year; just like last time."

"Now, that's where you're wrong," Oliver disagreed, a shadow of pain crossing his eyes; remembering the Ravenclaw – Gryffindor match in the previous year. Harry Potter had been in the Hospital Wing and Gryffindor had to play with six players.

"This will be a never-ending squabble," Fred interrupted before Ashlyn could retort. "Let's play nice now," He mockingly wagged a finger at Ashlyn and Oliver, an imitation of his mother. The other two laughed, relaxing on their seats. "That's better." Fred said in satisfaction.

Soon, Ashlyn and Oliver fell into another Quidditch conversation; Angelina, Alicia, Fred and George were laughing over holiday memories whilst Raine was silently listening, a small smile appearing on her face whenever laughter broke out but ultimately staring at the direction of Ashlyn and Oliver deep in conversation. George noticed Raine's lack of involvement in the reminiscing. "Hey, Rae," He used her nickname, taking the seat next to her and following her line of vision, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Raine smiled gratefully for George's company.

"Bored?" George asked lightly, "Because seriously, it's really weird that you're looking at Wood and Spencer with that odd dreamy look." Raine blinked, the strange look gone from her eyes.

"I wasn't dreaming," Raine defended, "As for you, Mr. Weasley, as your letters have suggested, you have had a boring holiday as well."

"Not really boring; more like uneventful. Not until Fred and I got Harry out of the Muggle house." George grinned.

"Be thankful you guys weren't caught," Raine prodded George's arm sternly. "Thanks for the birthday present though."

"It was nothing," George grinned, secretly lacing his fingers with hers. "Does Ashlyn know about-?"

"No, I didn't get round to telling her yet. Soon," Raine squeezed his fingers then quickly letting go. "Listen, do you think Oliver and Ashlyn look good together?" Raine sneaked another look at Oliver and Ashlyn. "Because, seriously, I think they are made for each other. Like fate or something like that,"

"I thought you deal with facts and all the stuff in books." George glanced at Raine in surprise. Raine rolled her eyes and bopped George on the head.

"I happen to be very open-minded." Raine sniffed, smiling knowingly at George. He let out a soft laugh, taking her hand. The smile sliding off her face, Raine slipped out of George's grip as inconspicuously as she could. "Did you tell Fred?"

"Tell me what?" Fred suddenly piped up.

"That you're brilliant," Raine said with a straight face. George smacked a hand to his forehead and glared mockingly at Raine.

"Oh thanks, NOW he knows." George declared dramatically.

"George!" Fred said in a similar dramatic voice, "I never knew! Actually," Fred dropped the act, "I did. What's going on?" The commotion drew Oliver and Ashlyn away from their Quidditch talk.

"Nothing," Raine arched an eyebrow and nudging George's foot with hers. "Right, George?"

"Yeah nothing," George said; a note of resignation in his voice.

The older students filed into the Great Hall to start the Welcome-Back feast. Raine and Ashlyn separated from the Weasley Twins, Oliver, Angelina and Alicia to join the Ravenclaw table. They greeted their Housemates cheerfully before sitting down; Ashlyn in between Roger Davies and Cho Chang, Raine across Ashlyn. "Oh I've got a message from Oliver," Ashlyn turned to Roger. The Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain grimaced.

"Telling me that Gryffindor will win the Cup this time?" Roger said in a bored tone. Ashlyn laughed, nodding. "It figures." Roger muttered before twisting around to hiss at Oliver, "Oy Wood!" The boy in question turned to face Roger. "Don't insult me just because I became Quidditch Captain!" Oliver grinned.

"I know that," Oliver drawled. Shaking Roger's hand, Oliver said, "Congrats on becoming Captain; can't wait for the Gryffindor – Ravenclaw match."

"Better take that back," Roger said good-naturedly, "I've got a strong team, don't forget." Turning back to the table, Roger grinned to himself before facing Ashlyn and Cho. "Listen; there will be Quidditch practice this Saturday. I will have to book the pitch as soon as possible." Nodding, Ashlyn turned to face the teachers' table. Professor McGonagall was unrolling a scroll containing all the first years' names. Sorting began and ended; much to Ashlyn's happiness. Delicious food spread out on all four tables; conversation and laughter soon filled the Hall.

Raine kicked Ashlyn underneath the table, "Hey, so what's going on with you and Oliver?" Ashlyn glanced around; ensuring everyone else was engaged in conversation before speaking.

"The usual of course," Ashlyn said, picking at her mashed potatoes, "Quidditch, Quidditch and more Quidditch; although I adore the sport, it just bugs me that if I didn't know or like Quidditch, Oliver would probably never notice me." Raine nodded in resignation. It was a known fact; if Oliver could marry anything, he would probably marry Quidditch. "About time I faced the facts, right?" Ashlyn said, smiling sadly at Raine.

Raine hesitated, "Maybe you should move on, you know?" Raine said awkwardly. "I mean, it's been like two years? Maybe you should see someone else who is actually interested." Raine pointed out. "I'm not saying Oliver isn't suitable; it's just," Raine racked her head, "He's such a thickhead!" Lowering her voice quickly, she continued, "I want you to be happy, Ash. And Oliver Wood certainly isn't making you happy-"

"Look, dessert!" Ashlyn pointed out hastily. Taking a slice of chocolate cake, Ashlyn's hands shook slightly as she recalled how her crush on Oliver blossomed in the first place. He seemed to be unlike any other boy she knew; he was neither a player nor no fun nor a total control freak. Oliver exuded this aura that everyone respected even though he was only Quidditch Captain, he was more respected than Percy; and of course, his good looks charmed all the girls. However, Oliver remained happily oblivious about his ability to attract the female sex and dove into his passion for Quidditch. It was one of the things Ashlyn liked about Oliver, his dedication to Quidditch; but at the same time, it was one of the things about Oliver that vexed Ashlyn to no end. She liked the way his eyes lit up whenever Quidditch became the topic; the way his voice became excited as he recounted Quidditch plays. Ashlyn mentally smacked herself, looking up when Cho elbowed her to share the latest piece of gossip.

"Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley got to Hogwarts in a flying car." Cho said dramatically. "For a couple of Gryffindors, they definitely have a flair for breaking a hundred rules." Ashlyn mumbled something in reply, her mind already jumping to the Quidditch Captain she liked so much at the word 'Gryffindor'. "Hey," Cho said, snapping Ashlyn out of her stupor, "Are you alright? Thinking of Oliver Wood again?" A sly smile crossed Cho's face.

"Am not," Ashlyn said quickly, glancing down at her chocolate cake that was the color of Oliver's eyes; brown, but dark with a hint of hazel.

"Okay, whatever you say." Cho said in a sing-song manner.

It was morning; the Great Hall was slowly filling up with sleepy students. Ashlyn was half-way buttering her toast when there was a commotion at the Gryffindor table. "What's happening?" Ashlyn asked Raine sleepily, who was sitting across her and facing the Gryffindor table. Raine craned her neck.

"It's Weasley's owl…" Raine squinted. "I think he's got a Howler."

"Oh boy," Ashlyn muttered and quickly plugged her fingers into her ears as an ear-splitting roar filled the Hall.

"…STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT HAD GONE…" Mrs. Weasley's voice had magnified a hundred times more, making cutlery and plates quiver. Ashlyn could only feel pity for Ron but a tiny stab of irritation that the Howler had jerked her out of her stupor. "…LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED…ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED, YOUR FATHER IS FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."

The Howler fell and burst into flames. Ashlyn slowly unblocked her ears and shook herself, trying to rid of the ringing in her ears. Laughter broke out at the Slytherin table and everyone soon returned to their own conversations. "Talk about an effective way of waking up," Ashlyn murmured before yawning again. Raine sniggered and passed her a Timetable that Professor Flitwick was handing out. Ashlyn scanned it.

"Charms, Transfiguration and Defence against the Dark Arts before lunch," Raine read. Ashlyn nodded and they both of them got to their feet. As Ravenclaws had Charms with the Gryffindors, Ashlyn poked George on the back. Knowing she was waiting for him and Fred, George turned around.

"It's too early!" George whined. "I need to wake up first!" With that, George let out an enormous yawn.

"I can help you with that," Ashlyn pulled out her wand, "Remember the Leg-Locker Jinx? That ought to-"

"No, I'm awake, I'm awake," George said quickly. Fred snorted and got to his feet. The four of them left the Great Hall. "I am actually looking forward to Quidditch practice more than lessons," George muttered. "Wood's madness might actually rub off on me." Ashlyn spun around.

"Quidditch is fun!" She cried, walking backwards as she spoke to George.

"Not the way Wood makes it," Fred cut in. "He acts as if we committed a crime when we try and make practice fun,"

Ashlyn laughed, "It can't be that-" Before she could finished, she had crashed onto someone else when rounding the corner. Shaking her head to clear the clouding confusion, Ashlyn crawled to retrieve her books. The Weasley twins were chuckling while Ashlyn began to apologize, "Sorry, all my fault, didn't see where I was going-" She babbled until she had a good look at the one she collided with. It was Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff fourth year. "Nice to bump into you, Cedric," She said lightly. "Even so, in the literal sense,"

"No problem," Cedric laughed, helping Ashlyn up while Raine and the Weasley twins gathered her books. "Hey," Cedric nodded at them as they straightened. Fred and George merely nodded while Raine smiled in response. "First match would be against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw I heard," Cedric said, "Can't wait to play against you this year."

"Better take that back," Ashlyn laughed, "I might actually be able to break my record; maybe I'd get fifteen shots past your Keeper this time."

"Careful now," Cedric warned jokingly, "Fleet won't be all too pleased to hear that."

"It'll be our little secret," Ashlyn grinned. "I'll see you around!" Bidding Cedric goodbye, Ashlyn caught up to Raine and the Weasley twins as they rounded the corner to enter Flitwick's classroom. The four of them took seats next to each other as Flitwick began to address his class. As Flitwick was speaking, Fred scribbled a note and passed it to Ashlyn: I'm bored. Entertain me, would you?

Ashlyn rolled her eyes and wrote back: No. Unlike you, I happen to like Charms. So leave me alone and listen to Flitwick!

You're such a kill-joy. You know I'm not much of a Charm-er!

George seized the note to join in: That was pretty lame, Fred. And I'm bored too.

You guys drive me crazy.

Raine snatched the piece of parchment: Flitwick might be old but he isn't blind. Cut it out.

But I'm BORED!!!!

ME TOO!!!!!!!

I am not gratifying that with an answer. You two can throw your tantrums somewhere else. And yes, I always knew you were never a Charm-er, Fred.

Bet you think Diggory is one heck of a Charm-er…

EXCUSE ME????

Your basis has no fact, Fred.

Sorry, Ash. Meant nothing by it, I swear.

That is not what your knowing smile is saying. Spit it out, Fred.

Cross my heart; I was only joking. Tell them, George.

He doesn't mean anything by it, Ash.

Fine, I'll believe you.

Just that you were flirting a little with Diggory back there-

FRED! I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU MEANT NOTHING BY IT!!!

So I lied. Spill; you are so warm for Diggory's form.

Since when did you come to that conclusion?

Just now along the corridor…

When you bumped into Diggory…

Admit it. You were flirting with him!

So what did I say to make you arrive at that conclusion?

'It'll be our little secret'?? Who says that anymore???

Sounds a bit suggestive if that is what Fred means.

That doesn't mean a thing!!! Other than it meaning exactly the way I said it!

Which is…?

…Keeping my possible ability of getting past the Hufflepuff Keeper fifteen times a secret? GOD FRED!!!!

You said it in that tone like you wanted to-

Wanted to do what…?

Now this gets interesting. Go on, Fred.

Thread carefully, Fred…

Nothing, nevermind…

Now, will you PLEASE leave me alone now?

I think Diggory is a good guy, Ash. You should try and get to know him.

Rae…

Look, it's just a harmless suggestion. I think Diggory is way better than W-

Thanks, Rae.

NOW, I say, this is interesting. You got a crush on someone, Ash?

Oh, I am now all-ears. Or should I say: all-eyes?

That was painfully lame, George. And no, I do not have a crush on anyone else. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you two. Because if I did, I might as well put up a huge announcement during dinner; that way it'll be much faster.

Oh well, George; at least we know the bloke's name starts with 'W'. Wait a minute…

EW IT'S NOT WARRINGTON, RIGHT???

GEORGE!!!!!!!! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!

I'M JUST SAYING!!!! HE'S A TROLL!!!!

I can't believe you think I liked a guy like Warrington. He's a big mean bully, remember???

He's a Slytherin; of course he's a big mean bully.

Not all Slytherins are as nasty as he is.

Adrian Pucey looks alright. Quite good-looking if I say so myself; so mysterious and broody-like

Agreed

WHAT???????????????????

Calm down George. Let's think of other guys whose names start with 'W'. Isn't that like…us? You know, Weasley?

You've got a point.

Rest assured; I have not got a crush on you two.

It better not be Percy or Ron.

What the-

OW! That hurt, Ash.

You deserved it. Say one more word and the punch will be harder than ever.

Really, Fred

Okay sorry. I shudder to think it anyway: you and Ron.

I think I'm going to give up my breakfast now.

Don't you dare! I was only joking!!!!

If Ash actually ended up with Ron, won't she be called a cradle-snatcher?

Shut up; I do not have a crush on Ron.

Yeah if it is anything; it probably is him having a crush on you than the other way around.

Whatever

I can't think of anyone else except-

Wood; that's IT!

What???

You're going RED! THAT MEANS IT IS WOOD!!!! ASHLYN SPENCER HAS GOT A CRUSH ON WOOD-

I am NOT going red!!

Unfortunately, you are.

NO I AM NOT!!! Fred, stop it with that insane look on your face. Stop grinning like that-

YOU REALLY DO HAVE A CRUSH ON OUR DEAR QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN!!!

YOU DO YOU DO YOU DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now see here the both of you. Flitwick is giving us the evil eye-

SHE HAS A CRUSH ON WOOD!!!!!!!

WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?????

Right, like you guys are going to help me. Oh damn-

AND YOU JUST ADMITTED IT!!!!!!!

Ashlyn and Oliver sitting on a tree…

Bloody hell; I never knew, Ash.

Stop it; nothing is going to happen between Oliver and me, alright?

Not if I can help it.

Look, he wouldn't get the message. I tried already; just forget it.

They're not listening. Look at the way they're conversing with each other. They're planning something.

Fred, George; I am serious. STAY OUT OF IT.

Okay.

Your wish is our command.

I'm telling you- Wait, did you guys just-

Yes, Ash. George and I promise not to mess with you and Oliver.

You…do?

Believe it.

…Okay. Good, thanks then.

No problem.

Is it just me, or was that way TOO easy?

I know. Oh god, I'm freaking out now- Oh god, you guys; please don't do anything stupid.

Relax, Ash. Pay attention to Flitwick.

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