Chapter One - September the First

It was September the First and summer was still clinging on to stay before Fall's wind and coloured leaves sweeps it away. At nine o'clock that morning, Ronald Weasley awoke with a start.

"Get up! Get up! Time for school! You're going to be late!" Mrs. Molly Weasley woke up Ron by opening his bright orange curtains and the sun flooded in.

Ron moaned, "Five more minutes..."

"Now Ron, everyone is already downstairs ready to eat, now hurry up, you can't leave them waiting!" His mother scolded.

"Alright alright, I'm up..." Ron sighed, picking out clothes from his dresser.

He fumbled down the rickety stairs of his home to find the just as tired Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Mr. Weasley staring back at him. Fred and George had their business to get to and Bill was back in Romania with the dragons.

"Morning, Ron," they all said tonelessly.

"Morning," he said, pulling up a chair next to Hermione and Harry.

"Alright, so I made scrambled eggs and bacon for everyone. Eat it right up since you children have a very big day ahead of you," Mrs. Weasley said, bustling over to the stove.

After breakfast, Mrs. Weasley made everyone triple check their luggage.

"Are you sure you have everything?" She would ask.

"Yes! They're sure, now let's move!" Mr. Weasley assured his wife.

At ten to eleven, everyone was seated in their own compartments. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat with Seamus, Dean and Neville, filling up their compartment..

"Only two more years at Hogwarts," Harry said.

"I know.. it's so hard to believe.. it just went by so fast," Hermione said with a look of sadness on her face.

"Yeah.. I thought I'd never think I was actually going to miss it," Neville said.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

About two compartments in front of them, they heard a slimy voice.

"Move over, you stupid 2nd years, this compartment's ours," It could only belong to one person - Draco Malfoy.

"On second thought.." Ron said, making them all smile.

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"Stupid 2nd years," Draco Malfoy muttered after throwing their luggage out after them and taking a seat by the window.

Crabbe and Goyle grunted in agreement.

"Man, a whole other year to terrorize the firsties," Draco smirked,"Life is good."

He started brandishing his wand as suddenly he saw Ginny Weasley peek into his compartment.

Ginny moaned sadly.

"What are you doing Weasley? Shouldn't be off somewhere else, kissing Harry's feet and praising wherever he walks?" Draco said nastily, looking Ginny up and down.

Wow, she's kind of hot.. Draco thought, wait, what am I thinking? She's a weasel. He suddenly came back to reality.

"Everywhere else is full," she said, glaring at him.

"Hmm.. I thought maybe your Harry Potter fan club would've saved you a seat... I guess not."

Ginny ignored this last remark and sat as far away as possible from Draco and his cronies.

"So tell me, Ginny, why so fired up and angry all the time?" Draco asked her, suddenly having the urge to touch her wavy, flaming hair.

"I only am to the ones I hate," she replied, looking into his grey-blue eyes.

I never realized his eyes were so- she stopped at that thought. This was her brother's worst enemy.

Draco couldn't think of anything witty or smug to say to that, so he just turned away from her and started planning on how to frighten the first years without getting caught with Crabbe and Goyle.

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Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together as the Sorting Ceremony went underway.

"Claveau, Laura... GRYFFINDOR! ... Fantetti, Adriana... RAVENCLAW! Kobierski, Danielle... HUFFLEPUFF! Lang, Katherine... RAVENCLAW! Malfoy, Thomas-SLYTHERIN!"

Shock and awe were the expressions on the trio's faces, as well as Neville's, Dean's, Seamus' and Ginny's.

"Not another Malfoy.." Ron gasped. His stomach dropped down to his shoes.

"Maybe they're not related.." Harry reassured his fearful friend.

"How many Malfoy's could there be?" Hermione questionned.

"Robinson, Krista.. GRYFFINDOR!"

Their faces turned immediatly from grave to grins as they all clapped and cheered for they had most of the first years, as always.