Authors Note: I took this off, fixed all my mistakes and put it back on. I'll also probably be rewriting the first few chapters. They are very short and lacking in some details. Now that I am in the writing daze, it seems as though just not right. So please enjoy! Also, please review!

The New Girl

"Hurry up you two. If we miss the train, I will never speak to either of you ever again."

A young pretty girl with long curly auburn hair looked back and shouted at her two best friends, as the three of them ran across the steel platform of the London train station.

"Honestly can't you boys keep up? You're both athletes you should be able to keep up with me!"

"Well yea we're athletes, but there is no running in Qudditch. Your sitting the entire time! We'll make it Hermione, your always stressing over making the train. If you can't read a clock, we have a half an hour to make the train."

He glanced to the left at the third friend. A tall lean boy, with jet black hair, green eyes, glasses and a lightning bolt scar hidden under his bangs.

"Why is she always like this? I think she's trying to get some attention from all these muggles. They're all looking at us getting yelled at by her."

Hermione swung around to face her friends. They almost ran into her with how fast she faced them.

"Ronald Weasley I heard that. You think shouting muggle at the top of your lungs wont get attention? Another thing I'm stressing because as prefects we should be the first on the train. Not the last ones."

"Yea yea."

Hermione turned back in the direction of the platform and continued with her hurried pace. Harry and Ron continued lagging behind her. But this time she ignored them.

"I'm very sick of all this prefect nonsense to be honest. Do you want to trade with me Harry?"

Harry laughed at how straightforward Ron was being about giving up being a prefect. Harry knew deep down that Ron would never want to give up being a prefect. That would be quality time he would miss with Hermione.

"What about Hermione, Ron? You know how disappointed she would be. Plus you would miss out on a lot of time you could spend with her. With all those meetings she organizes."

Ron stared at his friend with a look of complete disbelief on his face. Then became serious.

"Are you suggesting that I like Hermione?"

Harry stopped walking to talk to Ron.

"Well, don't you? All that bickering between you two isn't just tension? I saw the way you were staring down Krum at the ball. And I see the way you're looking at her now. You can't tell me that you don't have feelings for her."

Ron was blushing so hard, his face was redder than his hair.

"Well I suppose I can tell you. You are my best mate." He looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet. "I do like her more than a friend, but I don't want her to know it. She's my mate. I don't want to lose our friendship. Don't make fun of me for this, but I can't still feel her lips on my cheek when she kissed me last year. Hermione drives me insane, Harry. Her smarty pants attitude. How she always has to correct me." He leaned against the wall. "The way she wears her hair. Her eyes."

Ron seemed to drift into a Hermione dream world. Harry chuckled at the expression on his face. His eyes seemed to be looking at something very far away, while he wore a grin on his face like he had just won the Quidditch world cup. Harry clapped his hands hard right next to Rons left ear. Ron jumped, and returned to the real world.

"Wake up Ron. How about instead of dreaming about her, you tell her how you feel. She might feel the same about you. You never know."

"That's not ever going to happen, Harry. And you better not tell her or anyone else Harry. Please keep this between you and me. If anyone finds out about this, I'll blame it on you. Please promise me this."

"All right Ron, all right. I promise. I won't breathe a word." They reached platform 9 3/4, looked around quickly and ran through the barrier. The magnificent Hogwarts express was now in front of them. White steam was billowing out slowly from the chimney, thinned out and disappeared.

"Thanks mate. I really . . . " Ron was unable to finish his sentence. A barn owl had just landed on his head and started screeching. "What the hell? I'm not a nest you stupid owl." Ron reached up to try to get the owl out off his head. The owl retaliated by nipping Ron on his hand.

"Ow! Bloody bird, get off my head."

"Nyx! Nyx! Here girl!"

Harry turned around to try to find the person calling out. He spotted the back of a short girl, who had long curly black hair. She turned slightly so he could see her profile. She had her index and middle finger in her mouth whistling. The owls ears perked a little and he flew off Rons head toward the girl. She whistled one last time and Harry saw the owl land on the girls shoulders. He glanced at Ron who was fuming and staring at his attacker.

"That girl ought to control that damn bird. Just letting it fly on peoples heads! I'm going to go tell her off!"

Ron strode over to the girl and tapped on her shoulder. The barn owl turned his head toward Ron and screeched at him.

"Excuse me, you need to control that bird lady. He almost ripped my finger off." Ron yelled, pointing his bleeding finger at her.

The girl turned around and looked at Ron. He immediately felt like it was a mistake to yell at her. She looked so sad and lost.

"Oh, I am so sorry. She's a little too excited today. Starting a new school and all. She's very anxious to make new friends with the other owls. Aren't you Nyx?" The owl gave a small screech. The girl looked at Rons finger.

"I'd be glad to fix that for you. It looks to be a very deep cut and shouldn't be ignored." She reached into her bag and pulled out an oblong paper object. "Take this for now, it will stop the bleeding until we reach school and it can be fixed properly."

Ron took the strange object and stared at it. "And what exactly is this supposed to be?"

She giggled. "Must be a pureblood and know nothing of muggles huh?"

"I know a little, my fathers the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department at the Ministry of Magic." Ron spat back at her.

Harry had finally fought his way through the crowd and found Ron holding a band aid. He looked at the girl and laughed.

"You're giving him a band aid? He'll never know what that's for. But I'll try to explain it to him."

The girl took the band aid out of Rons hand, unwrapped it, and put it over the wound.

"Well if you wouldn't mind, I could sit with you guys and help you explain it. Since I don't know anyone, and really don't want to sit alone. If you don't mind of course."

"I don't mind at all." Ron blurted out.

"We'd be happy for you to join us. We can show you around when we get to school. That's part of Rons responsibilities actually. He's a prefect. So he has to show new students around. But I'll help out also."

"Thank you so much. It'll be nice to have friends the first day of school."

"No problem. I'm Harry Potter. And this is my friend Ron Weasley. And yours is?"

Harry extended his arm out to shake the girls hand. She reached out and firmly gripped his.

"Aglaia Elddir."