Hello my good friends!
I am rewriting the first chapter of this story cause I want it to be awesome ^^
Harry: Sure you do. You just want Draco and I to snog!
Draco: I dont have a problem with that Harry. *gets really close*
Me: Okay someone do the bloody disclaimer before I cruse all of you
Luna: Lil Emo Kitten doesn't own Harry Potter
My Beta is the ever lovely and totally amazing Acheron and Artemis she is a wonderful person ^^
Now enjoy to the fullest!
The whole ride to the train station was quiet for Harry – well, he was the only one being quiet at the moment. The Weasley's chattered with each other, talking about Quidditch and pranks. Ron seemed to be in a rather heated discussion with Fred and George while Ginny chatted with Hermione, the two laughing at what the other said.
While the Weasley family seemed to be quite content staying chattering amongst themselves for the duration of the ride, Harry felt slightly lightheaded and nervous, his stomach slowly churning on the inside. He didn't know why he was quite so nervous, but during his stay at the Burrow, he saw a girl come and go often in the morning. She would make small stops at the Weasley family home to discuss something with Arthur and Molly, and would soon leave after their conversations were over. She didn't stay long, so Harry never really had a chance to start a mild conversation with her.
Once they arrived at Platform 9 ¾'s, Harry bid the Weasley matriarch and patriarch a small goodbye before taking his stuff and hauling them into the train – Hermione and Ron close by his heels. Once they found an empty compartment, the three of them put their luggage away and sat down on their seats, quietly waiting for the train to head off to Hogwarts.
Ron left the room for a moment – and in that brief moment – Hermione lifted her head up from the book she was reading and towards Harry, her face clearly written with worry. "Harry, is everything alright?" she asked, her tone of voice questioning. "You've been quiet ever since this morning. Is something the matter?"
Harry gave Hermione a small smile and nodded his head. "I'm fine Hermione." He assured her, his voice not at all reassuring. He could tell Hermione wasn't buying it, her eyes slightly narrowing at him, but she left the matter alone and returned to reading her book. Harry was grateful that she wasn't persistent about it.
Seconds later, Ron came running into the compartment with a huge grin on his face. He just radiated excitement and Harry couldn't help but grin himself. Ron plopped down beside Harry – right near the window and in front of Hermione – and pointed outside the compartment window to a rather large family.
The family was even bigger than Ron's, but Harry realized a second later that he wasn't very surprised by them. The family consisted of sixteen boys and only one girl – how their parents managed that, he would never know.
"Blood hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Look at what I found! I took a small breather outside and found out from Seamus and Dean that that family is almost as rich as Malfoy and that girl is the only girl in that family!" Ron breathed once he had finished his rather long statement. Honestly, he looked as if he had just won the lottery or something.
Hermione placed a bookmark into her book and closed it, only to shake her head at Ron with slight exasperation. "Ron," she started. "Harry and I are used to families like that. We spend so much time with your family that we've gotten used to such…" she cast the family outside another look. "Families." She stated it as if it were a fact.
Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head, and if it was even possible, his grin grew even bigger. Harry inwardly winced, didn't it hurt to smile that much? He was pretty sure it did.
"You don't get it Hermione!" he said with another shake of his head. "Those people are old friends of my family and their daughter-" he jerked his thumb to the only girl in the group. "is coming to Hogwarts. She's in our year."
At that, Harry turned to the girl one last time and narrowed his eyes, taking in every bit of her features. Her hair was a russet looking color, but Harry couldn't be sure at the distance he was looking at her. Her skin seemed tan and she was short, possibly even shorter than Hermione.
It was then that it clicked and a flash of recognition flashed through his eyes. It was the same girl that had been coming through the Burrow during the summer. Harry tuned back into Ron and Hermione's conversation as the girl got lost in the crowd.
Hermione huffed and raised an eyebrow at Ron. "Ron, clearly there is some mistake." She said, her voice slightly irate. "That girl can't be attending Hogwarts so late. As far as I know, Professor Dumbledore has never done this before! And I read that they've never accepted students so late in the year!"
Harry didn't realize that he wasn't listening to the two bicker as he spotted the girl in the crowd. His emerald eyes widened as he noticed her approach Draco Malfoy and start up a conversation with him so casual-like.
As Harry watched the two of them laugh and talk with each other, he couldn't help but feel something stir the very depths of his stomach. Something akin to… what? Hate? Jealousy? Whatever it was, he didn't know if this feeling was for the girl… or for Malfoy.
Me: Sorry it is so short. I promise to rewrite the rest of the chapters and to post up new ones.
Harry: Why is there a girl that looks just like you?
Draco: cause she can
Me: stop kissing my ass Malfoy!