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(.) –Magically Me.

Toot, toot the steam-whistle of the Hogwarts express blasted out a tune. Toot, toot, toooooooooot, toot, toot, tooooooooot. Inside the train-cars Hermione Granger tapped one stocking'd foot in time to the beat of the whistle. Across from her slumped Ronald Weasley who looked like he just might suffer mal-functions of the gag reflex if someone didn't bring him a glass of orange juice. Soon.

Sitting next to the green passenger with bright red hair was a pale, freckled boy with a mop of black hair and a scar on his forehead. Harry Potter. He was holding a heavy textbook with the title of "Ways to attract the opposite sex" and his green eyes were gazing dreamily out the foggy window at the passing countryside.

3 hours later…

Harry stretched and surveyed the dorm. Room where he and Ron would be spending their semester. It was as cozy as ever, with a fire lit and the beds neatly made by house elves. Harry wondered how a particular little elf named Dobby was doing. Dobby had recently had his first child with his also-masterless wife, Loly. Their new baby girl was a darling little thing with her mothers figure and her fathers long, elegant nose. Donky Lobby House Elf should be around a year old, Harry calculated. He set his trunk on his bed and grabbed a pack of gummy-bears before realizing Scabbers, Ron's pet rat, had used the bag as a facility during the train ride.

In disgust, he threw the bag to the opposite side of the room where it splattered against the wall and opened, cascading rat-poo onto Dean Thomas's bed. "Whoops," He muttered under his breath as he looked around for some cologne to take away the smell. After finding it and persuading the odor in the room to smell of "Lavender and Sunshine" he sat down on his bed and pulled of his stylish sneakers.

At that moment Ron and Hermione came upstairs, Hermione looking around nervously because she was not supposed to be up there. Ron looked questioningly at Dean Thomas's bed and the dark blot on the wall before shaking his head and sitting down on the bed opposite Harry's, his bed.

Hermione leaned against one of the posters on Harry's four-poster-bed and played with her lip-ring. Ron glanced up from his shoelace knot he was desperately trying to un-tangle and huffed, "'Ermione! Please! Stop with the lip ring! It's getting on my nerves!" His face began to get red.

Hermione glanced at Ron with her heavily-eyelinered eyes and rolled them, "Shut up, Weasley." She cracked her knuckles threateningly. Harry moved away from her a bit before speaking, "You guyz. Could you puh-lease work this out in a non violent manner? I mean, seriously, you guyz, why do you have to fight?" He ended his short speech with a pout on his face that even the most stubborn girl wouldn't have been able to resist.

Hermione, didn't look at Harry's face, however. She preferred to glance at her pitch black nails and grind her teeth, "Shut up, Gay-Boy," she growled. Ron hurriedly began to un-pack his things. Harry wiped some of the steam from his pink-rimmed glasses using his $50 green sweater that matched his eyes so perfectly even the meanest sales-lady at Dillard's that day had given him a compliment.

Hermione took something out of her pocket, a small flask filled with a liquid that could not be determined due to the black color of the flask. Ron opened his mouth, "'Ermione! You said you'd quit!" Hermione gave him a meaningful glare and offered the flask to Harry. When he shrunk back she snarled, "It's just water, dumb-ass!" she jabbed the flask at his face again. Timidly, Harry took the flask and opened it, smelling its contents before glugging it down. He was so, so thirsty. He hadn't even realized it.

After a couple of minutes of slurping Harry realized the bottle was empty. He sighed and handed it back to Hermione. She looked at her red watch and her eyes widened, "Shit. It's time for dinner." She ran out of the dormitory, hiking boots clunking on the floor.

Ron glanced at Harry, "She's a scary one." He gulped. Harry had to agree. He thought of her face as he gulped down whatever was inside the flask and he shivered. Who knew what side-effects the strange liquid might have.

To be continued…