Hiya beautifuls! If you're reading my other story, you're probably wondering why I'm publishing another story if I can barely update that one. Well, I wrote this over a span of three days, but only spent about thirty minutes in all writing this. I realized that I get over my writer's block if I have another story waiting for me to write it, if that makes any sense. I hope you enjoy ;)

~Molly xo

"Molly, Lucy! Breakfast time!" Audrey Weasley called from downstairs. I jumped down the stairs, two steps at a time, pushing past Lucy on the bottom step. Mum had chocolate chip pancakes in front of her daughters' sitting places at the table. I grabbed my chair quickly, almost knocking my orange juice down with my elbow as I sat down.

"Molly, do you have to rush that much?" Dad asked from his seat across from hers. He wasn't even looking at me, he was looking at his copy of the Daily Prophet. He glanced over at Lucy, who was glaring at me. "You could have hurt Lucy."

"Sorry Lucy, I'll go slower next time." I said to my sister, who was rubbing her shoulder like I had hurt her. Lucy nodded, probably only mad at me because I might have knocked her perfect golden blond curls out of place. I knew her curls were natural, and mine were too. My long, soft orangey-red curls were pretty, but not nearly as perfect as Lucy made hers to be. She was so worried at how the public might view her, being famous peoples' child and all.

Lucy, for example, got up two hours before me, and had fixed her hair to perfection, it falling in beautiful tresses to her waist. Her deep blue eyes, which were the same shade as mine, except mine were bigger and rounder with longer eyelashes than hers, were heavily made up with thick, dark lashes and smoky eyes. She looked like older than a mere sixth year, which she was, and I didn't understand why she was so perfect. I looked like a regular fifth year, like I was. And it's not like I was some slum who didn't do anything or care about my appearance, I did, I just wasn't like perfect Lucy. Sometimes it really sucked to be her little sister. I was always in her shadow, a step behind.

The one thing I did get though, was prefect for Gryffindor this year. Dad was so excited. Uncle Harry flooed, and my cousin, Al Potter had gotten it as well. He was surprised to have gotten it, and honestly, I thought our friend Scorpius Malfoy would have gotten it instead. Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron thought Rose had a fighting chance, but obviously, Rose didn't really tell them what her grades were. Rose had tried in school for first year and about a half of second year, and then gave up. She'd never have the drive to succeed like Aunt Hermione. Rose Weasley was a great Gryffindor Chaser, and a massive party girl, but unfortunately not much of a student. She did what she had to do to pass and that's it. I didn't know how excited I was about getting prefect honestly. Sure, I guess it was an honor that my professors believed in me, but it just added to the good-girl, stick-in-the-mud reputation I had. I liked to read, and I made really good grades. . . sue me. Dad told me not to worry about it, but I guess I just want to be known as more than just Molly, that girl who gets wicked good grades.

I was so deep in my thoughts that Lucy almost had to scream to get my attention. "Molly! Time to go, get your trunk and Artemis." I did as I was told, my russet brown owl hooting because I had woken her up from her sleep. Lucy's fluffy white cat, Mildred, kept hissing at Artemis, and I glared at her, which was kind of ridiculous, but I hated that bloody cat.

Me and Lucy were shaking in anticipation the whole ride to King's Cross Station. I loved the thought of being back at Hogwarts with my friends. When we finally got there, I hurriedly moved towards the train. The scarlet train had gotten bigger because the ten years after Voldemort was defeated became known as the "baby boomer" decade, bringing in double the students each year. I liked this, it meant I didn't have as much attention on me. Lucy liked it because it made the dating pool wider. I put my trunk and Artemis where all the luggage went in the train, and turned around to say goodbye to my parents.

Mum hugged me tightly, her blond hair getting in my face, causing me to sneeze, but her embrace was warm and it made me feel safe. "Bye Molly, I love you."

"I love you too Mum." I hugged Dad after, and he just wore this proud expression that had me grinning widely. I said goodbye to them one last time before I found a compartment with my friends in it.

Rose was across from Scorpius, them being closest to the window, and Al was next to her, and Louis was next to Scorpius. I sat in between Rose and Al. I glanced at Rose and rolled my eyes.

"How'd you get out of your house wearing that?" I asked her. Rose smirked. Rose was known to wear tight and revealing clothes, but not around her parents usually. She was wearing a black miniskirt today, and a green, tight, clingy t-shirt that showed off curves that any girl would kill for. Rose was gorgeous, and had silky straight, crimson red hair to her mid back. Her hair was naturally curly, but she hated her frizzy curls, so she straightened it. She had beautiful hazel brown eyes with heavy makeup, that in my opinion, she didn't need.

"I had Dominique make my skirt longer and my shirt looser so I could get out of the house, and she fixed it back before going to her compartment." Rose responded to my question in her sugary sweet voice. I nodded in understanding. Dominique was a seventh year, and even more perfect than Lucy. Dominique, Lucy, and Rose were the Wotter girls who got the most male attention. Victoire would have, but Teddy had practically claimed her as his by then. I expected that he would be popping the question soon.

The five of us in the compartment didn't really exchange any heartfelt greetings because we saw each other all the time, and started a conversation about Quidditch. I sucked at Quidditch, but I really enjoyed the game. The other four in my compartment all played for Gryffindor. Rose, Al, and Scorpius were Chasers, and Louis was a Beater. Al's brother, James was captain and Seeker. I got bored with the conversation, so I stared out the window, looking at the clock, ready for it to strike eleven.

At ten till, our best friend, Astrid Gabriel, who I had not seen all summer walked into our compartment. Her strawberry blond hair was in a messy braid, and her deep green eyes looked excited to see us. She sat in between me and Al, even though there was more room on Scorpius and Louis's side because we were not-so-secretly her favorite Wotters. Rose moved to sit in between Scorpius and Louis, and I winked at her and she blushed prettily because of how obvious it was that she and Scorpius loved each other. But they insisted that they were just friends. Al and Astrid however, were a different case. Al was hopelessly in love with her, but she was oblivious. I was just waiting for the day that she got her head out of her ass and loved Al back, because they were perfect for each other.

I was deep in my novel, because I loved Quidditch, but I didn't love it that much, and that's all they seemed to care about, even after the train started moving. I got bits and pieces of their conversation.

"—die in a deep hole filled with blast-ended screwts." I vaguely heard Astrid retort to Al. I stifled a laugh. Astrid was a bit on the mean and snarky side. She's one of those people that you either loved or hated, there was no in between. I hadn't liked her at first, but after getting to know her some, I loved her more and more until she became one of my best friends along with Rose.

"I'm highly offended by that Gabriel." Al said, clutching his hand over his heart dramatically. Astrid rolled her eyes.

"Oh you deserved it Potter."

"Oh just snog already!" Louis said, exasperatedly, covering his eyes in disgust. Al and Astrid turned red. I shared a knowing glance with Rose, who winked back at me.

"This year is going to be insane." I said matter of factly. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Agreed."

"Ugh!" I said once I realized what time it was.

"What?" Louis asked.

"Prefect meeting." I responded, glancing at Al, who groaned.

The prefect meeting went by pretty fast, and it gave me and Al a look at who all had been made prefects. Amber Finnegan and Edmund Berk from Hufflepuff, Rhea Smith and Adam Goldstein from Ravenclaw, and William Tackett and Landry Zabini from Slytherin.

The rest of the ride was spent listening to Astrid and Al's playful teasing, Rose and Scorpius being awkward, and me and Louis just absorbing it all while shaking our heads.

We arrived at Hogwarts that evening and all of us filed into a carriage with James and his best friend, Michael Vey, and our other cousin Fred. Those three had three things in common.

1. They had nearly the entire female population of Hogwarts throwing their panties at them.

2. They were amazingly hot and athletic, and knew it.

3. They were as arrogant as a person could possibly be.

Needless to say, I didn't really want to share a carriage ride with them, but we had no other option. "So Molly," I heard someone say, and was annoyed to find that it was Michael.

"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes. He smirked.

"I heard you got prefect. Living up to the family name I see." He said, sounding smug once he realized he had pushed my buttons. He was looking at me with innocent pale green eyes. I glared.

"Being a prefect is not wrong just because some of us actually want to succeed in life." I retorted hotly. He gritted his teeth.

"I will succeed in life, thanks Weasley." He said shortly. I scoffed.

"And what is it that you're planning on doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He stared at me, unfazed by my challenging behavior.

"Curse breaker." He replied, his voice unwavering. My eyes widened. I was shocked, but my face remained stoic.

"What? You're lying." I said.

"You just say that because you're too close-minded to see that someone could have goals all the while having fun. I make good grades Weasley." He told me. I gulped, feeling a little guilty, but my stubborn Weasley trait kicked in.

"Oh really?" I said sarcastically, "It shows." His jaw locked angrily.

"And what do you want to do, know-it-all?" Michael asked. Hurt probably flashed in my eyes, because his softened slightly, but remained steely. I had recieved that nickname after Aunt Hermione had, and my family used it in a teasing way, but Michael and other bullies used it to hurt my feelings. And I'm ashamed to admit it, but they succeed most of the time.

"A journalist/author." I replied timidly. He sneered.

"Not very practical, is it?" He asked. I flinched. So many people had said that to me. They say I should take a job at the ministry because I'm so intelligent, and that I shouldn't waste my brain on a talent that wasn't a very sustainable job. So many people had said that to me, but hearing someone like Michael say it, hurt. Like I was some little girl with a silly dream that I would never achieve. I turned from him, hot, angry tears threatening to spill on my cheeks, but I managed to hold them in. Michael was such a bully. We hated each other, so we mostly avoid each other and don't talk if we can help it. But he had just dug into a sensitive topic for me, and I didn't know how to feel about it. Angry mostly.

We stopped in front of the castle, and I hobbled out first, wanting to put as much distance between me and him as humanly possible. He managed to catch up to me, and my friends were dragging, talking to James by the carriage so I had to listen to Michael insult me.

"By the way Weasley," he said to me, grinning evilly. I looked up, "will you go out with me?" I didn't know what to think, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction that he had caught me off guard.

"No." I said, not even looking up. I did peer up however, to see him making mock-surprised faces. He'd never been turned down a day in his life.

Michael's face became one of sick amusement. "Glad you caught on to the joke. Probably because you know that no guy in their right mind would ever go out with you." He stalked off, leaving me feeling like shit. I knew he wasn't really asking me out, but did he have to add the one little dig that he'd knew would hurt me?

I walked slower, letting my friends catch up to me. "What's wrong with you?" Rose asked. I huffed.

"Michael Vey is a git." I told her. They nodded in agreement.

"Yep," Astrid said, nodding, "That's why James is friends with him." I laughed a little. My friends always managed to make me feel better no matter what.

The sorting was the same as usual, I had stopped listening in third year, but I recognized Lily Potter's friend's little sister's name being called.

"Rivers, Jessamine" I saw Lily's best friend, Bonnie, her fellow third year, looking up anxiously at her younger sister. The hat took a while to decide on the pretty little brunette.

"Gryffindor!" It shouted, and Bonnie looked relieved.

"Good job Jessa!" Bonnie told the ecstatic-looking first year. Jessa beamed. I smiled and continued waiting for the sorting to be over so I could eat. After a while, my wishes came true. Headmaster Longbottom stood up and addressed us all. He became headmaster after Professor McGonagall retired after James's first year, and it probably had something to do with him.

"Welcome back students for another fantastic year at Hogwarts! I will save my speech for after our feast." After he said it, food appeared everywhere across the table, and pumpkin juice filled all of our goblets.

I began eating, and I motioned for Lily to come sit by me. She did. Her long, straight fiery red hair was framing her pretty face, and her chocolate brown eyes with long ass eyelashes looked happier than usual. "What's up?" I asked her. She shrugged.

"I don't know what you mean." I gave her a look and she confessed

"Okay, Christopher Longbottom may or may not be taking me to Hogsmeade." She said excitedly. I choked on my pumpkin juice.

"He's a sixth year! You're a third year!" I whisper-shouted to her. She rolled her eyes.

"Jeez Molls, he hasn't actually asked me, it just seems like he might." I wanted to choke her for a second. There's no way James would let his roommate date his little sister, and it was crazy of Lily to think they would be excepted.

"But, but—" Lily humphed, and made to stand up, but I grabbed her wrist. "I'm sorry. . . just be careful ok?" Lily's eyes softened, and she nodded. I sighed in relief.

I enjoyed a fabulous feast, and before I knew it, Professor Longbottom was standing up again. "As you know, our beloved long-standing Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Witherman retired last year, and we have now found a replacement. Please welcome Professor Brennagin." Professor Brennagin was a middle-aged plump, blond woman whose smile looked very fake. She smiled at us all very widely. Most of the students looked bored. I plastered a smile on my face and clapped, being the few who did, just to be nice. Professor Longbottom continued.

"First years should know that the forest on the grounds is forbidden. A few older students have yet to learned this," he looked pointedly at James, Michael, and Fred. They all grinned sheepishly. Professor finished his speech a little while later, and they were dismissed for bed. I caught Al before he left.

"Um, asshat, we're prefects." I said when he looked at me blankly.

"Oh yeah." He replied. I rolled my eyes. Lily walked by with Bonnie Rivers, and her other best friend, Mei Lang Gardener. Bonnie had soft brown waves to her biceps, pretty pale indigo eyes, and tanned skin. She was was really funny and sarcastic, but very nice. Mei Lang was beautiful. Her mum was half-Chinese, half-white, and her dad is Cherokee. Her name is based off her mum's love for Chinese culture, and it means beautiful, like her. Her hair was a silky dark brown to her ribs in waves, and she had these pretty golden-brown-green eyes that sparkled, she had tanned skin, and she had high cheekbones. She was very sweet and caring, and was always so helpful.

"Mei Lang, when's your sister going to be a first year?" I asked her as she walked by. She smiled at me.

"Shu Bai is nine right now, so I guess you'll be seeing her as head girl, Molls." She said teasingly. I smiled at her.

"Maybe." I replied, winking at her. She laughed and walked away with Bonnie and Lily. I turned towards the large mass of Gryffindor first years, and me and Al braced ourselves. Merlin, when did this baby boomer decade officially come to a stop? I saw Jessa Rivers in the middle of the crowd, talking to a round-faced blond girl. I recall her being called Lydia Remington. I clapped my hands to get their attention. They turned to face me.

"Hello," I started, smiling, "welcome to Gryffindor! We are your Gryffindor prefect, I'm Molly and this is Al." I gestured to Al. They nodded. "Ok, follow me." I said, and the complied to my request. Me and Al answered any questions they had, until we came to a stopping point in front of the Fat Lady.

"The password is Fortuna Major." I told them. "Any questions?" None of them had any, so we all walked into the common room. Al took over.

"The girls' dorms are to your left, and the boys' are to your right, go until you find a dorm that says "first years" with a list of your roommates' and your names on it." They all left, and me and Al drifted off after them.

I had five roommates. Rose, Astrid, and some glorious people named Bri Hamilton, Jaclyn Devonshire, and Laila McLaggen. Everyone was already asleep, so I stripped out of my robes and put on one of Louis's worn out Quidditch shirts, and my mint-colored booty-short pajama shorts. I washed my makeup off my face in our large bathroom before I plopped onto my four-poster bed. I fell asleep really quickly after that.

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Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a review telling me what you thought. And I thought I'd let you know that my best friend, DaughterofaBeautyQueen is writing the same story, but in Astrid's point of view, and with a slightly different plot, so if you want to check her out, please do, she loves the support she gets. And if you'd like, please go check out my other multi-chapter story I'm writing at the moment, it's greatly appreciated. But anyway, see you next chapter.