Chapter One:
New Girl
A/N: Hi all! I came up with this story (or rather, my friend Adam came up with the idea, so kudos to him) while we were playing Super Monkey Ball for Nintendo Gamecube (really addictive game that is....). I think it's pretty good. Hope you enjoy it ^_^.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters. I only own (well, co-own) the new girl.
" Bye, " Harry Potter said to his uncle as he shut the car door.
Vernon shot a furtive glance at him, then hurried to the drivers side of the car.
" Bye, Dudley, " Harry smirked at his cousin.
Dudley whimpered, and scooted away from the window.
Harry laughed as he watched the car speed away in haste. The Dursley's had been petrified (or rather, more petrified) of him and his kind ever since last year's incident with the Weasley's. They hadn't mistreated him once that whole summer.
Harry made his way around Kings Cross Station, pushing his trolley, until he reached platforms 9 and 10. He was just about to start running, when he heard a yell of " Harry! "
He turned around only to be tackled in a big hug.
" Ah!! What the-"
" Harry! It's SO good to see you! "
He looked down to see Hermione grinning up at him.
" Hermione! How are you? " he said cheerfully, not so freaked out now, knowing who it was.
" I'm great! " she said, letting go of him and stepping back.
" Well, you look great, " he said, smiling at her.
" You think? "
" Yeah. "
She looked pretty much the same, except her hair was not bushy anymore. That, and she was a bit taller.
" I haven't seen you all summer! Did you get my card? You look so different! "
" Yes, and not really...." he mumbled, blushing a bit.
He was taller of course, that was a given. His hair, still messy as anything (if not messier). He had also taken advantage of the Dursley's sudden kindness and asked for a new pair of glasses, and replaced his old black frames with a new pair of silver ones.
" But, hey, we should get going, eh? " Hermione said. " Don't want to miss the train. "
" Yeah, I agree. Let's go, " Harry said. " Ladies first, " he added.
" Why thank you Harry, " she smiled, and kissed his cheek as she walked past with her trolley.
He blinked in confusion for a moment. That's the second times she's done that, he thought, as he followed her through the wall.
Moments later, he arrived at the busy platform, and searched around for Hermione, only to find her talking to someone with red hair with yellow streaks in it, who looked very familiar.
" Harry! " the person greeted him as he approached them.
" Do I- wait a sec..." Harry said, as he looked hard into the face of the boy. His eyes went wide in realization.
" RON? "
He laughed. " Of course, who'd you think I was? "
" What-what the bloody hell did you do to your hair?! " Harry sputtered.
" You like it? Figured I'd try something new this year. So I wouldn't look so much like everyother Weasley. Mum was barkin' mad though; never asked her permission, " he chuckled.
" Speaking of new- " Hermione started.
" Who was speaking of new? " Ron asked.
She glared at him and tried again " Speaking of new, because you just finished talking about something you did that was new-"
" Oh. "
" - I happen to have been chosen to be Gryffindors' newest Prefect this year " she grinned, flashing her new Prefect pin for them to see.
" Oh lord, here we go..." Ron rolled his eyes.
" Way to go, 'Mione, " Harry said in congratulations.
Hermione smiled, then frowned as she heard the train whistle. " We better hurry and get on the train before it takes off without us."
They agreed and hurried to load all of their stuff on the train, then boarded.
" That was close " Ron sighed as he plopped down in the first empty compartment they found.
" Yeah," Harry said, taking the seat across from him, Hermione sitting next to him.
The train gave a jerk, and the Hogwarts Express was on its way.
Half an hour later, the snack trolley came around, and Harry bought some of everything, and they chatted a bit.
" Ron, where's your sister? I haven't seen her at all," Harry asked, eating munching on Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
" Oh, " he said, as he opened a Pumpkin Pasty. " She stayed over at a friends house this summer, so she came with them. "
Harry nodded, and went back to his beans.
" So, anyway Harry, " Ron said, as he now unwrapped a Chocolate Frog, " think I should try out for the House Quidditch Team this year? "
" Awwww, crap, I completely forgot about that! " Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Ron about choked on his Chocolate Frog. " What?! Harry Potter, Hogwarts' greatest Seeker, forgetting about Quidditch?! That's about as probable as Dumbledore and You-know-who sitting down and having a tea party. "
Harry laughed a bit at the thought of Voldermort in a frilly dress and hat, drinking tea daintily.
" No, it's not that I forgot about it, how could I? I just forgot that I'm the only one left one the team now. Everyone else graduated. "
" That's right, Harry, that completely slipped my mind! " gasped Hermione.
" That's brilliant though! That means you're automatically Captain of the team! " Ron grinned.
" Yeah. I know. That's what I'm worried about. "
" I'm sure you'll do fine Harry. "
" Yeah, and with me on the team, you'll have absolutely nothing to worry about! " Ron said enthusiastically.
" Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right...." Harry sighed.
" So I'm on the team then? "
" What? No! I have to see you fly first, " Harry laughed.
" Damnit.....almost had you....." Ron shook his head.
" Um, excuse me. Were you guys talking about Quidditch? "
" Huh-whoa...." Harry turned to see who had said that and turned an interesting shade of pink.
Standing at their compartment door was the most gorgeous girl Harry had ever seen. Besides Cho anyway. She had long curly dark brown hair that framed her face perfectly, hazel eyes, and above all else, a very nice figure.
" Daaaaaammmmnnn....." Harry whispered, jaw-dropped, a dazed look on his face.
" What? " she asked, tilting her head.
" I, uh...mean, yeah, we were talking about Quidditch " Harry stuttered, wiping the goofy grin off his face.
" Smooth, Potter. Very smooth " Ron whispered to him.
Harry shot him a death glare.
" Cool. Mind if I sit with you guys? Everywhere else looks to be full. "
" Sure! " exclaimed Harry, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. " I mean, no, we don't mind. "
" Thanks! " she said, and took a seat next to Ron.
" So, who are you guys? " she asked.
" Ronald Weasley, " said Ron, extending a hand, which she shook, " but you can call me Ron. "
" Hermione Granger, " stated Hermione a bit stiffly.
" H-Harry. Harry Potter, " Harry said, blushing a bit.
" Hold up, THE Harry Potter? " the girl inquired, seemingly interested.
" Heh. Yeah, that's me, " he said, pinker still.
" The same one who defeated Voldermort? "
Ron and Hermione shuddered a bit at the mention of that name, while Harry, however, stared at her in surprise. " You're not afraid to say his name?"
" Why would I be? He seems more scary if you can't use his real name, and I have no real reason to be scared, " she reasoned.
" Oh. Well, yeah...."
" But you're him right? "
" Yes. "
She grinned. " That's tight. "
Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. " Tight? "
She laughed. " That's right, you guys are Brits, I keep forgetting. Tight. You know, as in ' sweet '. "
Seeing that they still had a blank look on their faces, she tried again. " Phat? "
They all looked at eachother, shrugged, and looked back at her.
She rolled her eyes. " Wicked? "
" OHHHHHH! " they all said, and were all smiles again.
She shook her head. " We don't say 'wicked' in America. We say, 'cool' or 'tight' or 'sweet' or 'phat' . Well, not so much the last one..."
" You're from America? " Harry asked.
" Well, obviously, Harry, " Hermione glared at the book she had just picked up. " She doesn't sound British, does she? "
" Yeah....." the girl said, looking a little warily at Hermione. " Yeah, I am. "
Harry grinned. " That's......tight. "
She smiled at him. " You learn fast. "
" Yeah, well...." he blushed again, looking down at his hands.
Hermione rolled her eyes. " Honestly......"
" Anyway, " Ron said, after an awkward silence, " what are you doing-"
" Well, what do you know, it's Potty, Weasel, and- what the fuck.....?"
They all turned to the open compartment door to see Draco Malfoy, flanked by his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing behind him flexing their muscles threateningly. But Malfoy had a dazed look on his face, much like the one Harry had wore earlier as he stared at the girl beside Ron.
" Who are they? " she whispered to Ron.
" Your worst nightmares " he grumbled back.
Turning on the charm, Malfoy quickly shoved Ron out of the way (" Hey! ") and sat down next to her.
" Allow me to introduce myself, pretty lady, " he said, putting on a winning smile. " I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, " he said, and kissed her hand.
" Straight to the point this one is, eh, Harry? " she chuckled.
Harry gave a weak laugh, then glared at Draco.
" Sup, Malfoy? " she asked.
Caught off guard by her invitation to have dinner with her, he didn't answer, but quickly recovered by saying " Feel free to call me Draco. "
" Oki-dokie, Draco. "
" That means 'Dragon' you know. My name that is, " he added.
" I know. "
" Oh. "
Harry was staring daggers at Malfoy during this exchange, until he finally noticed.
" What are you staring at, Potter? "
" Stick your finger back in your pants, Draco, " Harry sneered.
" HA! That's a good one, I'ma have to use that..." the girl exclaimed. Harry beamed.
Draco glared. " I don't recall telling you that you had permission to call me by my first name. "
" So sue me. "
" For what? I don't remember you being rich. I know, why don't you borrow some money off of Weasley here- but, OH, wait, I forgot, he's as poorer than my House Elf, " he said evilly.
" Ooohh. Harsh, " the girl said.
" Watch it, Malfoy " Ron said warningly from his new place on the floor. " I can take you out, or better yet, turn you into a ferret. I've been practicing. "
Draco's eyes flashed menacingly at the mention of that, and Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles.
" Ferret? I have a pet ferret named Maro, " she said.
" Do you? " Draco asked, all charm again, using the ferret crack to his advantage. " You know, I was once a ferret. Last year, actually. "
" Were you now? That's pretty sweet. "
Malfoy adopted a huge smile and smirked at Harry. " Here that Potter? She thinks I'm sweet. "
" Correction, she thinks the fact that you got turned into one is sweet, not you, stupid prat..." Harry mumbled under his breath.
" Hey, it's getting pretty dark, think we're almost there? " Ron asked, looking out the window.
" Probably. We should get into our robes, " Hermione said, putting up her book. " So you guys leave. "
" Ok, " said Ron and Harry, and walked out.
" Sure you don't need my assistance or anything? " Draco asked casually. " Being from out of state, you probably don't know how to put on Hogwarts robes properly. I can help you there. "
Hermione looked disgusted, while the girl just smiled. " Naaa, that's ok, Drac. I've got it under control. "
And she closed the door in his face.
Ok, whaddya think? Good? Want the second chapter? Wanna say hi? That's what the review button is for. Just so you know, I'm not exactly sure if all the Gryffindor's Quidditch players are gone 'cept Harry. I figured last year ( Goblet of Fire) was their last, so that's where that's from. Also, if you didn't get the " joke " about the new girl asking Malfoy " Sup? ", ' sup' can mean, like, " to eat the evening meal " (Websters dictionary definition) so there you go. And I don't know, I might be exaggerating a bit by saying Brits don't know all of our slang, but I know my cousins don't (they live in London). I have yet to think of a name for the new girl ^_^;;;, so ideas are welcome. By the way, when she called him " Drac " that would be pronounced like " Drake ". Anywho, later.
New Girl
A/N: Hi all! I came up with this story (or rather, my friend Adam came up with the idea, so kudos to him) while we were playing Super Monkey Ball for Nintendo Gamecube (really addictive game that is....). I think it's pretty good. Hope you enjoy it ^_^.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the HP characters. I only own (well, co-own) the new girl.
" Bye, " Harry Potter said to his uncle as he shut the car door.
Vernon shot a furtive glance at him, then hurried to the drivers side of the car.
" Bye, Dudley, " Harry smirked at his cousin.
Dudley whimpered, and scooted away from the window.
Harry laughed as he watched the car speed away in haste. The Dursley's had been petrified (or rather, more petrified) of him and his kind ever since last year's incident with the Weasley's. They hadn't mistreated him once that whole summer.
Harry made his way around Kings Cross Station, pushing his trolley, until he reached platforms 9 and 10. He was just about to start running, when he heard a yell of " Harry! "
He turned around only to be tackled in a big hug.
" Ah!! What the-"
" Harry! It's SO good to see you! "
He looked down to see Hermione grinning up at him.
" Hermione! How are you? " he said cheerfully, not so freaked out now, knowing who it was.
" I'm great! " she said, letting go of him and stepping back.
" Well, you look great, " he said, smiling at her.
" You think? "
" Yeah. "
She looked pretty much the same, except her hair was not bushy anymore. That, and she was a bit taller.
" I haven't seen you all summer! Did you get my card? You look so different! "
" Yes, and not really...." he mumbled, blushing a bit.
He was taller of course, that was a given. His hair, still messy as anything (if not messier). He had also taken advantage of the Dursley's sudden kindness and asked for a new pair of glasses, and replaced his old black frames with a new pair of silver ones.
" But, hey, we should get going, eh? " Hermione said. " Don't want to miss the train. "
" Yeah, I agree. Let's go, " Harry said. " Ladies first, " he added.
" Why thank you Harry, " she smiled, and kissed his cheek as she walked past with her trolley.
He blinked in confusion for a moment. That's the second times she's done that, he thought, as he followed her through the wall.
Moments later, he arrived at the busy platform, and searched around for Hermione, only to find her talking to someone with red hair with yellow streaks in it, who looked very familiar.
" Harry! " the person greeted him as he approached them.
" Do I- wait a sec..." Harry said, as he looked hard into the face of the boy. His eyes went wide in realization.
" RON? "
He laughed. " Of course, who'd you think I was? "
" What-what the bloody hell did you do to your hair?! " Harry sputtered.
" You like it? Figured I'd try something new this year. So I wouldn't look so much like everyother Weasley. Mum was barkin' mad though; never asked her permission, " he chuckled.
" Speaking of new- " Hermione started.
" Who was speaking of new? " Ron asked.
She glared at him and tried again " Speaking of new, because you just finished talking about something you did that was new-"
" Oh. "
" - I happen to have been chosen to be Gryffindors' newest Prefect this year " she grinned, flashing her new Prefect pin for them to see.
" Oh lord, here we go..." Ron rolled his eyes.
" Way to go, 'Mione, " Harry said in congratulations.
Hermione smiled, then frowned as she heard the train whistle. " We better hurry and get on the train before it takes off without us."
They agreed and hurried to load all of their stuff on the train, then boarded.
" That was close " Ron sighed as he plopped down in the first empty compartment they found.
" Yeah," Harry said, taking the seat across from him, Hermione sitting next to him.
The train gave a jerk, and the Hogwarts Express was on its way.
Half an hour later, the snack trolley came around, and Harry bought some of everything, and they chatted a bit.
" Ron, where's your sister? I haven't seen her at all," Harry asked, eating munching on Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
" Oh, " he said, as he opened a Pumpkin Pasty. " She stayed over at a friends house this summer, so she came with them. "
Harry nodded, and went back to his beans.
" So, anyway Harry, " Ron said, as he now unwrapped a Chocolate Frog, " think I should try out for the House Quidditch Team this year? "
" Awwww, crap, I completely forgot about that! " Harry groaned and buried his face in his hands.
Ron about choked on his Chocolate Frog. " What?! Harry Potter, Hogwarts' greatest Seeker, forgetting about Quidditch?! That's about as probable as Dumbledore and You-know-who sitting down and having a tea party. "
Harry laughed a bit at the thought of Voldermort in a frilly dress and hat, drinking tea daintily.
" No, it's not that I forgot about it, how could I? I just forgot that I'm the only one left one the team now. Everyone else graduated. "
" That's right, Harry, that completely slipped my mind! " gasped Hermione.
" That's brilliant though! That means you're automatically Captain of the team! " Ron grinned.
" Yeah. I know. That's what I'm worried about. "
" I'm sure you'll do fine Harry. "
" Yeah, and with me on the team, you'll have absolutely nothing to worry about! " Ron said enthusiastically.
" Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right...." Harry sighed.
" So I'm on the team then? "
" What? No! I have to see you fly first, " Harry laughed.
" Damnit.....almost had you....." Ron shook his head.
" Um, excuse me. Were you guys talking about Quidditch? "
" Huh-whoa...." Harry turned to see who had said that and turned an interesting shade of pink.
Standing at their compartment door was the most gorgeous girl Harry had ever seen. Besides Cho anyway. She had long curly dark brown hair that framed her face perfectly, hazel eyes, and above all else, a very nice figure.
" Daaaaaammmmnnn....." Harry whispered, jaw-dropped, a dazed look on his face.
" What? " she asked, tilting her head.
" I, uh...mean, yeah, we were talking about Quidditch " Harry stuttered, wiping the goofy grin off his face.
" Smooth, Potter. Very smooth " Ron whispered to him.
Harry shot him a death glare.
" Cool. Mind if I sit with you guys? Everywhere else looks to be full. "
" Sure! " exclaimed Harry, maybe a bit too enthusiastically. " I mean, no, we don't mind. "
" Thanks! " she said, and took a seat next to Ron.
" So, who are you guys? " she asked.
" Ronald Weasley, " said Ron, extending a hand, which she shook, " but you can call me Ron. "
" Hermione Granger, " stated Hermione a bit stiffly.
" H-Harry. Harry Potter, " Harry said, blushing a bit.
" Hold up, THE Harry Potter? " the girl inquired, seemingly interested.
" Heh. Yeah, that's me, " he said, pinker still.
" The same one who defeated Voldermort? "
Ron and Hermione shuddered a bit at the mention of that name, while Harry, however, stared at her in surprise. " You're not afraid to say his name?"
" Why would I be? He seems more scary if you can't use his real name, and I have no real reason to be scared, " she reasoned.
" Oh. Well, yeah...."
" But you're him right? "
" Yes. "
She grinned. " That's tight. "
Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion. " Tight? "
She laughed. " That's right, you guys are Brits, I keep forgetting. Tight. You know, as in ' sweet '. "
Seeing that they still had a blank look on their faces, she tried again. " Phat? "
They all looked at eachother, shrugged, and looked back at her.
She rolled her eyes. " Wicked? "
" OHHHHHH! " they all said, and were all smiles again.
She shook her head. " We don't say 'wicked' in America. We say, 'cool' or 'tight' or 'sweet' or 'phat' . Well, not so much the last one..."
" You're from America? " Harry asked.
" Well, obviously, Harry, " Hermione glared at the book she had just picked up. " She doesn't sound British, does she? "
" Yeah....." the girl said, looking a little warily at Hermione. " Yeah, I am. "
Harry grinned. " That's......tight. "
She smiled at him. " You learn fast. "
" Yeah, well...." he blushed again, looking down at his hands.
Hermione rolled her eyes. " Honestly......"
" Anyway, " Ron said, after an awkward silence, " what are you doing-"
" Well, what do you know, it's Potty, Weasel, and- what the fuck.....?"
They all turned to the open compartment door to see Draco Malfoy, flanked by his lackeys Crabbe and Goyle, who were standing behind him flexing their muscles threateningly. But Malfoy had a dazed look on his face, much like the one Harry had wore earlier as he stared at the girl beside Ron.
" Who are they? " she whispered to Ron.
" Your worst nightmares " he grumbled back.
Turning on the charm, Malfoy quickly shoved Ron out of the way (" Hey! ") and sat down next to her.
" Allow me to introduce myself, pretty lady, " he said, putting on a winning smile. " I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, " he said, and kissed her hand.
" Straight to the point this one is, eh, Harry? " she chuckled.
Harry gave a weak laugh, then glared at Draco.
" Sup, Malfoy? " she asked.
Caught off guard by her invitation to have dinner with her, he didn't answer, but quickly recovered by saying " Feel free to call me Draco. "
" Oki-dokie, Draco. "
" That means 'Dragon' you know. My name that is, " he added.
" I know. "
" Oh. "
Harry was staring daggers at Malfoy during this exchange, until he finally noticed.
" What are you staring at, Potter? "
" Stick your finger back in your pants, Draco, " Harry sneered.
" HA! That's a good one, I'ma have to use that..." the girl exclaimed. Harry beamed.
Draco glared. " I don't recall telling you that you had permission to call me by my first name. "
" So sue me. "
" For what? I don't remember you being rich. I know, why don't you borrow some money off of Weasley here- but, OH, wait, I forgot, he's as poorer than my House Elf, " he said evilly.
" Ooohh. Harsh, " the girl said.
" Watch it, Malfoy " Ron said warningly from his new place on the floor. " I can take you out, or better yet, turn you into a ferret. I've been practicing. "
Draco's eyes flashed menacingly at the mention of that, and Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles.
" Ferret? I have a pet ferret named Maro, " she said.
" Do you? " Draco asked, all charm again, using the ferret crack to his advantage. " You know, I was once a ferret. Last year, actually. "
" Were you now? That's pretty sweet. "
Malfoy adopted a huge smile and smirked at Harry. " Here that Potter? She thinks I'm sweet. "
" Correction, she thinks the fact that you got turned into one is sweet, not you, stupid prat..." Harry mumbled under his breath.
" Hey, it's getting pretty dark, think we're almost there? " Ron asked, looking out the window.
" Probably. We should get into our robes, " Hermione said, putting up her book. " So you guys leave. "
" Ok, " said Ron and Harry, and walked out.
" Sure you don't need my assistance or anything? " Draco asked casually. " Being from out of state, you probably don't know how to put on Hogwarts robes properly. I can help you there. "
Hermione looked disgusted, while the girl just smiled. " Naaa, that's ok, Drac. I've got it under control. "
And she closed the door in his face.
Ok, whaddya think? Good? Want the second chapter? Wanna say hi? That's what the review button is for. Just so you know, I'm not exactly sure if all the Gryffindor's Quidditch players are gone 'cept Harry. I figured last year ( Goblet of Fire) was their last, so that's where that's from. Also, if you didn't get the " joke " about the new girl asking Malfoy " Sup? ", ' sup' can mean, like, " to eat the evening meal " (Websters dictionary definition) so there you go. And I don't know, I might be exaggerating a bit by saying Brits don't know all of our slang, but I know my cousins don't (they live in London). I have yet to think of a name for the new girl ^_^;;;, so ideas are welcome. By the way, when she called him " Drac " that would be pronounced like " Drake ". Anywho, later.