I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, I would be J. K. Rowling. And I'm not. I really don't own the either. They're based off of my friends and I have their permission to post this. I also apologize for any spelling mistakes.
The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.
Chapter One: Arrival.
Trying to cram eleven people into one compartment on the Hogwarts Express was not a good idea. Still, they managed it. The eleven kids were exchange students from America, here to spend at least one year of their magical education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Did you hear that they're going to sort us into houses?" asked a tall, brunette boy by the window, known as Mitch.
"They're sorting us? I didn't know that!" exclaimed the brunette on his lap.
"Yes Lauren, it was in the letter," replied a girl with deep brown hair, also sitting on someone's lap.
"You know what Emilie . . ." was all Lauren could think of to say.
"That's O.K. Lauren, we love you anyway," the new voice belonged to a tiny blonde girl who looked about three years younger that she actually was. She was leaning against the door of the compartment.
"Remind me again why we all had to cram in here?" asked a gangly by with mousy brown hair and an attitude.
"Because, Charles, we're going for the world record of people crammed into a train compartment," answered a tall blonde boy on the floor.
"Shut up, Jordan, no one asked you!" Charles snapped.
Suddenly, the girl leaning against the door let out a yelp and fell backwards. Someone had opened the compartment door.
"Well, well, if it isn't the exchange students," a voice sneered. "A little cramped, aren't we?"
"There's room for one more," purred the blonde boy sitting next to Mitch and Lauren.
"Jon, stop flirting with every guy you see," said the black girl sitting between Emilie and Charles.
"Shut up Nicole," Jon said.
Katie, the girl who had been leaning against the door, managed to sit up and look at the intruder. He was tall, blonde, thin, and pretty good looking if he didn't have a sneer on his face.
"Are you O.K. Katie?" Lauren asked.
"Never better," her friend replied sarcastically.
"I'm supposed to tell you that you're to go with the first years to be sorted," the boy at the door said.
"And if someone were to ask us who the sexy person who helped us is?" Katie asked.
"Draco Malfoy," was the answer. With that, he left the compartment.
"He is smexy as hell!" Jon exclaimed.
"Jon . . ." Nicole laughed
"What?!"
"Nothing . . ."
"I think we're almost there," said the buy sitting across from Charles.
"Do we even have enough room to put our robes on?" Emilie asked.
"We could . . ." Lauren replied, searching for the answer to the puzzle.
"We'll just have an orgy," Jordan said.
"Shut up," was the unanimous reply.
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When they were getting on the boats to cross the lake, Jon almost fell in. Katie actually did. And Nicole attempted to push in Charles. After the first years were sorted, Professor McGonagall lined up the exchange students. Taking pity on a tiny, shivering, Katie, she dried her robes for her.
"This year, we will be hosting exchange students from the Woodrow Wilson Wizarding Academy in America," Dumbledore announced. "Since they have no houses at their school, we sought to make them more welcome by sorting them into ours!"
There was clapping as McGonigal started reading from the list.
"Lauren Belville,"
The hat thought for a while, then said, "Hufflepuff!"
"Mitch Maher,"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Jordan Troger,"
"Griffindor!"
"Charles Rogers,"
"Slytherin!"
"Jon Bee,"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Matt Brewer,"
The boy who sat across from Charles stepped up.
"Griffindor!"
"Liam Schaver,"
The boy who sat between Jordan and Katie on the floor was sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Katie Grant,"
"Ravenclaw!"
Katie gave Malfoy a huge, sexy, grin on her way to the Ravenclaw table.
"Nicole Pittman,"
"Griffindor!"
"Jacob Deeters,"
The boy whose lap Emilie was sitting on, her boyfriend, pranced up to the stool.
"Griffindor!"
"Emilie Heckenkamp,"
Jacob gave her the thumbs up as the hat went on her head.
The hat though for a few minuets, then shouted,
"Slytherin!"
"I feel like Romeo and Juliet," Emilie muttered as she sat next to Charles.
Well, here it is, the first chapter. This story is written for fun. I intend it to be that way. Reviews are very welcome. I would love to know how I'm doing as a writer. Flames will fall on def ears. If you can't say it nicely, don't say it at all.