Do you know what I realized? Well I was looking for a good story to read and then I found this Harry and Draco slash. I never read a slash before so I'm like, "I'll just read it and see what slashes are all about." I figured out that slashes are not my forte. Anyways in this chapter is Alicia's date with Roger. Now I'm going to repeat that I made Roger really mean and stuff so if you really like him I advise you not to read. DUN DUN DUN! That was random. Well in this chapter it fast forwards one year. That's enough from me and here are some shout outs:

bratski: Thanks for reviewing and I made a plan so you'll just have to wait and see if Fred will die. hmmm...

Eruaphadriel: Thanks for the review and I just want to say that George is not really your type. I mean him being fictional and you being non-fictional... Do you get my drift?

KitKat001: I love your story and I'm so glad that you like mine. Just to tell you I have a plan and I know exactly what's going to happen.

Well there are the shout outs and here is my disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling and I do not own Harry Potter. I am not even blonde.

Chapter 4- Is He the One?

At around seven o'clock on a Friday evening, in Alicia's bedroom, Angelina was trying to figure out what she should wear on her date with Roger. "I told you it the jeans wouldn't fit!" Alicia acreamed at her friend.

"It was worth a try," Angelina said.

"Angie, I haven't worn these since Hogwarts. Did you think that I'd magically stay the same size for like six years."

"Yeah you're right. Even magic couldn't prevent you from blowing up like a balloon."

"Shut up!" Alicia yelled throwing the jeans at her. "I really don't know what to wear and I have to be there in like an hour."

"Well we don't have much to work with, do we?"

"You're saying I need new clothes right before my date? Why didn't you say so like yesterday when we went out for lunch?"

"I didn't know that all you had was a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a crumpled jumper." Angelina counted as she lifted some clothes off the ground.

"Just shut up and find me something that is clean and not six years old."

"Fine but it's not going to be easy. Isn't this one of those times where you wished that Katie was still here and hadn't gone traveling the world?" Angelina said remembering their other friend.

"She was great at dates and crap."

"Hence the title, first one to get married."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Did you try on these denim capris yet?" Angelina asked digging in the wardrobe.

"I have another pair of jeans? Let me see!" Alicia demanded and grabbed them from Angelina. Alicia pulled them on. They fit perfectly and hugged her curves as they fell loosely at her waist.

"You look awesome in those," Angelina commented. "Hey, I know what would totally match that."

"What?"

Angelina threw off her pale green tank top revealing a white bra. "Wear this," she said handing her the tank top, "It'll match your eyes."

"What will you wear then?"

"I'll wear your t-shirt then," she answered as she pulled it on. "Now all we have to do is your hair and make-up." Angelina pulled Alicia's hair into a messy bun at the back and let some loose pieces frame her face at the side. For make-up she used some brown eye shadow, mascara and some lip gloss. "To much make-up looks like you're trying to impress him because you're totally desperate for a boyfriend." Angelina informed.

"Do I look okay? Oh my God!"

"What?"

"Which shoes should I wear?" Alicia paniced.

"Wear something casual, like these flip-flops."

"I don't like flip-flops. Besides, I want to run there."

"You and your muggle-ness. Fine wear some sneakers. They make you look casual and they say, 'I'm just here because you asked. That gives you the upper hand."

"Wow. All that from a girl who dated about three guys."

"Shut up and go already. You're gonna be late."

"Okay. Thanks for the help Angie."

"No prob."

They walked out the door and towards their seperate destinations. Alicia ran to the Three Broomsticks where she was suppossed to meet Roger. As she got closer she picked up the pace. Her dad was a muggle so before Hogwarts she went to a muggle school. There she was the most popular girl because of her talent in soccer and running. Even though she lived in Hogsmeade and was surrounded by witches and wizards now she still enjoyed many muggle pleasures.

Reaching the Three Broomsticks she looked through the window and saw that Roger was already there sipping some butterbeer. Going in she greeted him. "Hey Roger!" she screamed advancing on him.

"Hey!" he replied. "Would you like a cold butterbeer? It's very humid this summer even in the evening." Alicia nodded in agreement as Roger called over Madam Rosmerta for another butterbeer. "So, tell me what you have been doing since Hogwarts." Roger said.

"Well, I first tried to become a teacher at Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons but they denied me because they said I didn't have enough experience. Then I was desperate for a job to pay my rent so I took a job as a bartender to pay off some debt. I worked there three years but I couldn't pay the rent for my apartment anymore with that kind of salary."

"What did you do?" asked Roger who was clearly interested.

"I soon lost my apartment and had to move in with Angelina and Katie in their flat. Then I got a better job at a Quidditch store to help pay off my share of the bills. Later I was inspired to become a mediwitch when I read an article about the lack of doctors there are."

"That reminds me, I read an article in the Daily Prophet that George was staying with you since Fred is unconscious. How is Fred doing?" he asked.

"He survived all the surgeries but won't wake up. We don't know why but he just stays this way even though he's in perfect health."

"That's too bad. So there's nothing else you can do for him?"

"Absolutely nothing," Alicia said. She recalled all those nights that Angelina sat by his bed and begged her to make him wake up. She changed the subject and started questioning Roger about his life. They continued their mindless chit chat until nine thirty. "Wow, it's late. I better get home."

"It's a Friday. The might is still young. How about we play a little game of Quidditch before you leave." he suggested.

"I have a better idea."she grinned.

"What are we doing again?" he asked as she lead him to the Quidditch pitch. She thought this would do.

"It's a muggle sport called soccer or football. Hold on." She ran into the shed and got out a Quaffle then transfigured it into a soccer ball. "What you do is you kick the ball into your opponet's goal but you can't touch it with your hands."

"Okay I think I get this." he responded.

They transfigured the Quidditch hoops into soccer goals and did some stretches. Alicia started off with the ball and easily dribbled it through Roger's defence. She scored and did some victory screams. Next Roger started with the ball but didn't make it past midfield before Alicia stole the ball and scored again. "You're really good at this game." he commented.

"I am. When I went to a muggle school I played soccer all the time." she said and started bouncing the ball on her knee. "Come on, let's play again." They went on playing until eleven o'clock when Alicia finally let Roger score a goal. "I'm tired. Lets clean up and go home."

"Okay." he said. They walked home with Roger's arm on Alicia's shoulder. She felt protected and safe beside him and she thought he might truly be the one.

"George, I'm home!" she called. Today had been George's first day at his new job at the Quidditch store. Alicia had put in a good word for him since it was still the same manager. "How was your first day?"

"It wasn't bad. All they told me to do was mop floors and restock shelves though. How was your date with Roger?" he asked from the sofa.

"It was excellent. You know he's a great listener. He didn't even judge me or talk about himself that much." Alicia gushed. I can listen to you and not talk about myself George thought. He couldn't understand why he couldn't just get over her and get on with his life. There was even a cute girl at his new job he might want to go out with.

"That's great. What did you guy do anyways?" Alicia then talked about how much he listened at the Three Broomsticks and how much fun they had playing soccer. George regretted asking her about it in the first place.

One Year later

"Hey beautiful," Roger greeted his girlfriend.

"Hey yourself," Alicia replied and pecked him on the lips. "Where are we going anyways?"

"Some place very special. Did you get me some more flower powder from the hospital?"

"Yeah, of course I did. I love being an official mediwitch now. I can get you all the powder you need for your special fertilizer but I can't get you that much anymore because there's this virus going around and we need to clean up all this puke everywhere." Alicia explained.

"Okay," he said. Alicia could hear something wrong with the way he said okay, he sounded nervous. No, he sounded scared. "How much do you have for me anyways?" Roger asked. Alicia revealed the little bag filled with sand-coloured powder. "Are you sure there isn't anymore you can get me?" he asked but it was obvious he was scared now.

"Yeah, they won't let me take anymore."

"Okay then."

They walked across the streets of Hogsmeade in comfortable silence. Long before had they figured out they were the silent types and silence just meant that they wanted to think. Alicia thought Roger could read her thoughts and that they were the silent couple together. She felt she would never be judged by him. In fact, she loved him and wanted to be with him forever.

Soon they arrived at the Quidditch pitch except the hoops were soccer goals and a soccer ball that Alicia would have bet her life was a Quaffle. Then in the middle of the field was a picnic blanket that had candles on it that lit up the night. There was also some turkey slices, salad, garlic bread, potatoes and corn accompanied by a bottle of red wine and two goblets. "What the hell is this?" she asked stunned.

"C'mon let's eat before it gets cold," he said.

The couple dug into their meal that was absolutely delicious except for the wine. Alicia despised red wine, she prefered ice wine but she ignored it and kept eating while making light conversation with the love of her life. "Why do you need so much flower powder anyways? I mean you don't have a really big garden or anything." Alicia said and then shoved some corn in her mouth.

"You wanna play a game of soccer?" he asked. If Alicia didn't know any better she would say he was hiding something. She nodded and ran towards th ball. "Wait! I wanna start and then I'll pass it to you." Roger screamed.

"Okay then," she said and ran across the field so he could pass it to her. He kicked the ball and it stopped right in front of her. There she saw an envelope that looked like it had something bulky in it. On it ws written Alicia. She picked it up and opened the envelope and a ring fell out. She dug into the envelope and found a little note that said, 'Will you marry me?'. She ran as fast as her legs could take her towards Roger who was waiting for her with open arms. "YES! YES!" she bellowed and kissed him.

Later that night...

George was walking home from work since he was too tired to apparate. He was forced to mop the whole store after his shift was over. Passing by the Three Broomsticks he decied to stop for a bottle of butterbeer. He sat down on the bar stool and looked around the place and found Roger Davies. Wait, Roger Davies with another woman and he was pretty sure that wasn't Alicia. George picked up his butterbeer and sat at the table behind them. Then he smelt something and looked down at the cigarette in Roger's hand. The difference was that it didn't smell like tobacco but flower powder! Of course flower powder was an illegal drug that was only used in hospitals to clean. George listened to what they were saying.

"You proposed to her?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, she says she can't get me much more powder but if I marry her I can probably get as much as we need and then I'll get a divorce." Roger said.

"Who are you going to sell all those drugs to?" the woman asked.

"My regulars probably," Roger replied. "I'm just worried if I don't get enough to them they'll kill me."

"We're going to get alot of money off of this. You're going to be an excellent father one day."

"You're going to be an excellent mother too, Breanne." Then he leaned in and they both started snogging like there was no tomorrow. By that time though, George was already out the door to tell Alicia what he had heard. He had probably asked Alicia to get some flower powder for fertilizer because everyone knew that it could speed up growing. Alicia, being Alicia, probably got it from the hospital thinking it would brighten up his garden. "I'll beat him to a bloody pulp," he growled as he ran back home. He had to tell her he was cheating and that he was a drug dealer. He had to.

A/N Well that's chapter four and I know it sucks and sounds really rushed and quick. Anyways the next chapter is bascially all discussion so it's not going to be very long. Anyways review and I will get back to writing as soon as possible. I'm going to try and squeeze in two more chapters before I go on vacation on July 11. I will only write if I get reviews though so if you want me to write then review!