"Hermione! Don't tell me your reading 'History A Hogwarts' again?" Harry asked.
"Yes Harry. I am reading it again." She told him. Hermione eyed Harry closely. They were on the Hogwarts Express heading off to their school of "Witchcraft and Wizardry" for their sixth year. Hermione now being sixteen had grown up over the summer, she no longer had her bushy brown hair and she formed just well. She had nice brown curls that flowed right down her face; she had defiantly grown in some places.
Harry on the other hand, had grown up last year. He grew some more over the summer, now he was even taller than usual, he had his untidy jet-black hair, but he had muscles. He obviously was working out over the summer to prepare for Quidditch. He was starting to look even more like his father.
"Hermione, I don't think you should read that book anymore! It's going to get to your head!" Harry said. The compartment door opened. Ron Weasley walked in. The tall, red haired boy with the huge family.
"Hi Ron." Hermione said.
"Hey Hermione, they need you up front." Ron said. Ron and Hermione made prefect in their fifth year, the job Hermione wanted since first year.
"Ron can you believe that Hermione is reading that damn book again?" Harry asked.
"Harry, only Hermione could read that book a million times and not ever get bored of it." Ron said. Harry and Ron laughed while Hermione looked up from the book and glared at them.
"Uh, yeah, Hermione lets go." Ron said.
"Fine, Harry don't touch my book when I'm gone...I will know." She said rudely.
"Just go!" Harry said.
"Bye Harry, we'll be back soon." Ron said and he shut the compartment door. Harry just sat in the compartment for a while in utter silence, he wonder what surprises would be brought to him this year in Hogwarts. He looked out the window thinking of Sirius, and how he was gone. He was deep into thought when he heard the compartment door open.
"Um, excuse me. Do you mind if I sit in here?" A female voice asked. Harry turned to see a very pretty girl standing in the doorway.
"Oh, uh, no sure go ahead." Harry said.
"Thanks." The girl said, he brought in her bags and sat directly from Harry.
"I'm Reilly Lawrence." She said, while sticking out her hand for a handshake.
"I'm...um...Harry Potter." Harry said. He couldn't help but noticing that this girl was absolutely gorgeous, she had nice brownish blonde hair, she was tall with beautiful legs, she had amazing green eyes, and she was very "developed". They sat in silence for a while, until Harry realized that he had never saw her before.
"Are you new here?" He asked.
"Yes, I got transferred here from America." The girl said.
"Oh, do you mind me asking why?" Harry asked.
"No I don't mind...Well during the end of term in my third year...um well, my parents died, and I couldn't live with my sister, so I had to move here to live with my aunt and uncle, and they didn't want me to go all the way back to America just to go to school, so they Ministry of Magic decided to send me here." She told him.
"Oh, I'm really sorry about you parents Reilly." He said.
"Thanks, so how is this school?" She asked trying to change the subject.
"Oh it's a great school. The headmaster is nice, but some of the teachers you need to watch out for. Professor Snape is a rat, you really have to watch out for him, he could give you a detention for looking at him." Harry said.
Reilly laughed, "He can't possibly be that bad." She said.
"Oh, believe me he can." Harry told her. "We also have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year." He said.
"At my old school, we had the cruelest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Mr. Hammond, he would flirt with the girls not caring if they were his students, and he was rude and very arrogant. It was a very uncomfortable thing to go to his classes." Reilly told him.
"Does the Ministry of Magic know?" Harry asked.
"Yes, one of the girls told the school, and the school reported it to the Ministry of Magic, Fudge fired him and he was getting replaced this year." She told him.
"Oh, that's relieving. Did your school have a Quidditch team?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes. We had the best team in America, nobody could beat us." Reilly told him proudly.
"Did you play?" Harry asked.
"Yes, I did. But I don't really play anymore." Reilly told him.
"Why not?" Harry asked.
"Well, its kind of a weird story. But my boyfriend and I both played, then one year he fell off his broom and he got hurt really bad. And after that, I decided I couldn't play anymore, just the thought of that happening gave me a weird feeling, but he still played. I was scared to play after his injury, but he didn't seem to mind, but I don't know, I just get scared." Reilly said.
"Do you know what house your in?" Harry asked.
"Yes, Gryffindor." Reilly said.
"Oh me too, well if you ever get over your fear, you should try out for our team. We are really good, one of the best here in the UK, but were the best team in the whole school." Harry said.
"You play?" Reilly asked.
"Yup, I'm a seeker." Harry said.
"Oh. My boyfriend was a seeker, still is, deathly position if you ask me." Reilly said. Harry laughed; he thought 'this girl has looks and humor.' They started to get into a deep conversation about Quidditch but were interrupted when the compartment door opened again. In walked Ron.
"Hi Ron." Harry said.
"Hi Harry, who's your friend?" Ron said while eyeing the girl closely, he too thought that she was a knockout.
"I'm Reilly Lawrence." She said simply.
"I'm Ron Weasley." Ron said.
"Uh, Ron where's Hermione?" Harry asked.
"She's with Ginny in one of the compartments." Ron said.
"Oh." Harry said.
"So...are we almost there?" Reilly asked.
"No, we still have about another hour." Ron said. "So Reilly, where are..." Ron tried to say, but once again the compartment door opened again. Ron and Harry were expecting Hermione, but instead they got the sneaky Slytherin, Draco Malfoy.
"Why if it isn't Potty and Weasel?" Malfoy said.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry said.
"Nothing, who's this beautiful young lady?" Draco said while looking at Reilly.
"I'm Reilly Lawrence." She said for the third time; now she was thinking that maybe she should just wear a nametag. She thought Draco was very fit, he had nice blonde hair that he slicked back, and he was tall and muscular.
Draco thought that Reilly was one of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen. He liked the way she looked.
"Reilly, that's a beautiful name. I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy." He said with a smirk.
"Nice meeting you Draco." Reilly said.
"It's even more wonderful meeting you." Draco said while looking into her green eyes.
"Well, ok Malfoy. I think it's time for you to leave, your posse might die without you by their side." Harry said.
"Potter what are you going to do? Get your little mudblood friend, to hit me again?" He snarled.
"Yes, maybe that would make you run away again." Ron said laughing. Draco glared, turned around, and slammed the compartment door shut.
"Nice one Ron." Harry said.
"Ha, thanks." Ron thanked him.
"Reilly, it would be best that you stay away from the Slytherins. They're all bad news, Gryffindors and Slytherins don't mix." Ron said.
The compartment door opened, and Hermione's head popped in.
"Hey guys, why don't you come in the other compartment were playing a game of truth or..." Hermione was saying until she realized that there was a third person in the compartment.
"Oh, hi." Hermione said.
"And you must be Hermione, I'm Reilly." She told her.