A/N:

Hey readers,
So...I've been reading fanfiction for quite a long time now, and I thought it was about time I wrote one. I started this one a while ago, forgot about it, then revisited it not too long ago. I thought, what the hell, let's just publish it and see what happens.

R&R s'il vous plait? I appreciate your feedback!

*acgormy

DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN HP. If I did I would be rich and famous and done with school. If only...

Katie POV

Chapter 1: The Last Day of Term

"Can you believe that next year we're graduating?"

"I know! It seems like just last week we were sorted! What happened to the time?"

"Would you lot stop getting all teary-eyed and help me find my bloody shoes?"

The sentimental conversation stopped as three pairs of eyes flitted over to the girl, who was frantically opening dresser drawers and pawing under beds looking for the shoes. I tried to stifle my giggles as the frenzied girl completely overlooked that they were sitting right on top of her trunk. Well, that's Summer for you. No, not the season; Summer Ross, my roommate and best friend #2. She's always been the disorganized, do-everything-last-minute type of person, which explains her annual harried search for possessions on the last day of term. Today was no different.

But what Summer lacked in organization, she made up for in looks. Tall, tanned, and curvy, she was the epitome of what guys drool over. That along with her long, shiny blonde hair and big green eyes that were always bright with laughter, she was probably the most sought-after sixth year girl at Hogwarts.

"You could use Accio," said the girl on the bed to my left, not looking up from her copy of A History of Magic. This was Grace McKinley, resident Gryffindor bookworm. Now, I fancy myself to be a bit of a bookworm, but Grace was in a league of her own. We both enjoy Muggle novels, but Grace reads them obsessively. And you know that book she's currently reading? A History of Magic? Yes, that's a textbook. And yes, she's reading it for pleasure. Even I'm not that mental. Her incredibly curly jet-black hair was up in a bun with her wand (she claims she never loses it this way), and her piercing ice-blue eyes were travelling down the page at unthinkable speed. She had always been pretty quiet and kept to herself, but she was a fiercely loyal friend.

"Or," said another voice, "you could open up those bloody emeralds of yours and see that they've been sitting on your trunk for the past twenty minutes." This final voice belonged to Elle Robinson, my best friend since sitting in her compartment on the Hogwarts Express in first year. Yes, I was good friends with Summer and Grace, but Elle and I really clicked. She was leaning against one of the posts of the four-poster bed, hands behind her head, and watching Summer with an amused look on her face. She was of Asian descent, also with jet-black hair, but she kept it short with a pixie cut. Her dark brown eyes sparkled with laughter as she watched Summer straighten up and throw her a glare.

"Gee, thanks Ell-Bell. Couldn't have told me a bit earlier and saved me twenty minutes, eh?"

"I was bored, and you were entertaining." Elle said simply. Another thing about Elle; she always tells the truth, no matter how ugly. It's one of the things I love best about her.

I laughed at my friends' antics and hopped off my bed to do one final look-through of my own trunk. I'm not as disorganized as Summer, but I have been known to forget stuff, and not a summer has gone by where a Hogwarts owl hasn't arrived at my house bearing some small item that I'd left behind.

My name's Katherine Turner; Kate for short, Katie only among friends. I'm sort of in the middle of all my roommates. Average height, long curly brown hair, gray eyes, some freckles. Not a knock-out like Summer, not a complete bookworm like Grace, not a hipster like Elle, I'm just me. I am very smart, (except in stupid Ancient Runes. Why I took that class I'll never know) a tad disorganized and minorly attractive. You know. Pretty average for a sixteen year old girl.

"Katie…Earth to Katherine Turner!" Elle shouted at me, snapping me out of my reverie. Slamming the lid of my trunk shut and placing Artemis' (my owl's) cage on top of it, I cried "Locomotor Trunk!" causing it to float through the air and out the door of our dormitory. My roommates followed with their trunks.

Down in the common room, there was already a small mountain of trunks and pet cages assembled to be taken down to the train while we were at the end-of-year feast. After placing my stuff at the foot of the pile, I turned around and surveyed the common room. It looked quite strange without the usual sea of black and gray, because nobody was wearing uniforms or robes. There were only about six groups of people down there already, all sitting or standing in clusters and chatting animatedly about their summer plans or reminiscing about memories of the year.

Elle, Summer, Grace and I stood in a circle and chatted about meaningless nonsense for about five minutes before Grace's eyes lit up and she smiled and waved at someone behind me. "Mason! Over here!" she called. I groaned inwardly. Don't get me wrong, I like Mason (Grace's boyfriend) fine, it's his roommate and best friend I can't stand. James Potter. And since they're practically attached at the hip, I knew it was only a matter of moments until –

"Hey Turner. Miss me?" Potter came up behind me and draped an arm over my shoulders theatrically. Potter's had a bit of a crush on me since third year, and it's only gotten worse as the years progressed. Not only does he dramatically ask me out at least once a week, his antics have gotten to a point where no other blokes will approach me for fear of being jinxed.

"Oh yes," I deadpanned, stepping out from under his arm. "I've been simply counting the minutes until I could see you again, Potter." He smirked.

"Ah, Turner, I knew you loved me. It was only a matter of time." He said, running his hand through his shaggy black hair.

"Sod off, prick." I grabbed Elle's arm and dragged her to the portrait hole, calling back to Grace and Summer, "We're going to the feast. Try not to drag this lot down with you."

I could feel Potter's eyes on my retreating back, and turned around. His brown eyes were indeed fixed on me. He smirked and winked, running his hand through his hair again. I rolled my eyes and climbed through the portrait hole, my mind now fixed on the delicious fare awaiting us in the Great Hall. There really was nothing like a Hogwarts Feast.