Hermione, Harry, Ron and Ginny filed into the only empty compartment left. "Ughh, this is super small," Ron complained. Hermione shook her head and turned towards him. "Ron, we're lucky we even found one, so stop griping," Hermione reprimanded him. Everyone settled down and Hermione pulled out a book.
"Hermione," Ginny said with disapproval. "Do you ever stop reading?" Hermione shook her head. "I started this book the other day and I have been trying to finish it, this is the perfect opportunity to do just that?" Ginny rolled her eyes and turned towards Harry.
Suddenly, the compartment door flung open and a girl with long blond hair and piercing gray eyes was standing there. She looked to be about her age. "Oh, I'm sorry," She said with a slight American accent. "I'm just looking for a place where me my sister and friend can sit," Hermione stood up and smiled before anyone could reply. "We can make room," Hermione extended her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger," she said sweetly. The girl took it and excused herself to find the other two girls.
"She seemed nice enough," Hermione commented as she sat back down. Everyone nodded and went about their business. "Ron, must you always eat like that?" Hermione said disgusted with the way he ate. Ron just shrugged. Hermione returned to her book just as the compartment slid open with a lot more care. Three beautiful girls walked and took the empty seats. Two of them looked exactly very similar.
"Hermione," the blond one from before said with a smile. "This is my twin sister, Ambria," She said pointing to a girl with the same face but with deep brown hair and electric green eyes. and our best friend Camille," She said pointing to an Italian looking girl with black hair and brown eyes. "Oh and I guess I didn't mention before my name is Emory,"
"This Harry, Ron and Ginny," She said pointing them out one by one. "Harry? As in Harry Potter?" Emory asked. Harry nodded slightly embarrassed. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet all of you," she said smiling. Everyone nodded in agreement.
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The train halted jolting all of the people in the compartment awake. They had been traveling for what seemed like years. They all lazily exited the train looking for a carriage to take them to the huge school.
"What are those?" Emory asked pointing toward the Thestrals. "So, you've seen death?" Ron asked nonchalantly. "Ron!" Hermione exclaimed appalled hitting him on the shoulder. "What?" He asked with innocence. "It was only a question," Ginny smacked him upside the head muttering about how insensitive he was. Emory just shrugged it off hopping into the carriage along with every one else.
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All the first years had been sorted and the Headmaster approached the podium. "We have some new students who have just transferred here from America. They will be going into their sixth year, so please students make them feel welcome," a new Professor approached the hat and stool with the scroll again.
"Zabini, Camille," Hermione's eyes went wide. Zabini? "Gryffindor!" the hat shouted. Hermione's mouth fell open. "Malfoy, Ambria," Hermione nearly had a heart attack. Malfoy? As in Pure-blood snobs Malfoy? "Gryffindor!" The hat yelled again. Now everyone in the room was staring at the Slytherin table where Draco and Blaise sat with angry looks on their faces. "Malfoy, Emory," Hermione looked back on the stage and saw Emory sitting there with the hat on her head. "Gryffindor!" it yelled once more. The Great Hall went completely silent after Draco banged his fists on the table as he stood up outraged. The three girls made there way to the Gryffindor table with pride.
Draco approached the Headmaster. "Dumbledore, he said a word if you will," He was fuming and everyone could tell. "Very well," he said standing up. "Everyone enjoy the feast," he declared to the students as food appeared on the table. The hall burst into an uproar as everyone talked to each other about what had just happened.
Emory, Ambria, and Camille sat on Hermione's right side. "USN't it great, we're in the same house!" exclaimed Emory with joy. "Yeah," Hermione said slightly uncomfortable. "So, you girls are related to Malfoy?" Hermione motioned to Emory and Ambria. "And your related to Sabin," she said referring to Camille. They all nodded. "We're their sisters," Ambria explained quietly.
"I never knew they had sisters," Hermione said smiling. "No one has, except for our parents and our brothers," Camille explained trying her hardest to remain indifferent. "But why?" Hermione asked not understanding. "You wouldn't understand, but I'll try to explain it later," Emory added finalizing the conversation. Hermione nodded and ate her dinner in silence.
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"Emory!" Draco banged on the portrait of the Fat Lady much to her protests. "Ambria!" He heard heavy footsteps and backed away as the portrait swung open. Much to Draco's dislike a sleepy Granger answered.
"They are sleeping Malfoy," she said yawning. "Well wake them up," he said angrily. "Can't you just talk to them tomorrow?" Draco looked at Hermione for the first time since their conversation started. Her hair had tamed immensely and now cascaded down her back in soft curls. She was scantily clad wearing only very short shorts and a tight midriff tank showing off an ample amount of cleavage and accentuating her curves.
"Oh..u-um..." Suddenly he felt very uncomfortable as he stared at her. "Malfoy, stop gawking and come back tomorrow," and with that the portrait snapped shut. Malfoy mentally kicked himself all the way back to the Slytherin common room.
A/N: Okay so I just got this idea and decided to give it a try. Please review constructive criticism is very welcome.
