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Thanks for reading and I hope you like this. I'm not exactly sure where it's going, but I'm expecting it to be good. This story here takes place in the fifth year and starts at the beginning of the year. All you H/Hr shippers, you must read my fanfic I wrote. You can find it in my profile. It's awesome!! This story also has some Harry/Hermione in it. Okay? Start reading and don't forget to review! If I get enough, I'll continue.

"How long do we have before we get out of here?" Harry Potter asked, not having a working watch him self. The Dursley's definitely didn't bother in getting him a new one over the summer.

"We still have fifteen minutes," Ron whispered as Professor McGonagall kept giving them looks. They were sitting in Transfiguration and the lesson today was particularly boring. All they were supposed to be doing were to take notes. Harry had given up on this. He laid down his quill and drummed his fingertips on the top of the desk until finally, the bell rang.

Harry, Ron and Hermione gathered their things and made for the common room. Hermione, though, stopped and told Ron and Harry, "Guys, I'm gonna be at the library looking up some spells and stuff for our homework."

"Hermione, it's Friday!" Ron said.

"Oh, yeah, well all the same, I still want to get a head start on my work. See ya later." Hermione went down a different corridor to the library. Harry and Ron continued up towards their common room. They were walking, making conversation, and all of a sudden Harry said, "Ron, I think I'm gonna go down to the library too, and give Hermione some company. I feel kinda bad leaving her like that. Coming?"

"No, you go on ahead. I don't need any extra information in my head. My grades might improve," Ron said with a grin and went to the common room while Harry turned back and went to the library. He wasn't sure why he suddenly felt the need to go back with Hermione, but he thought she would like it if someone gave her some company.

Harry walked into the library and saw Hermione in a corner, reading and taking notes from a book. Harry went to sit at the table. Hermione looked up, and delighted to see him, she said, "Well, Hi Harry. I thought you and Ron went up to the common room?"

"No, I turned around and decided I'd come and study with you. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, by all means", Hermione said and she cleared the spot where Harry had sat down.

"What exactly are you working on?" Harry asked.

"Astrology. Anything in particular you're down here for?"

"Er-," Harry started but then remembered the only real reason for being down here was to be with Hermione so he said, "Transfiguration. I wasn't really paying attention."

"Did you take notes?" Hermione asked.

"Up until the last fifteen minutes."

"Here, you can copy mine." Hermione offered.

"What? You are actually going to let someone copy from you? That is a first." Harry said.

"I'm offering it to someone, I'm offering it to you," she said, as if this was a special privilege, and then Harry decided, it was.

"No, thanks Hermione, I couldn't, I would feel too guilty. I'm going to go look for a book. Is there something I can get for you?"

"Um… if you find a book about the planets, could you get it bring it over to me?" Hermione asked.

"Sure, I bet I could use it for Divination."

Harry and Hermione studied, and talked, but mostly talked, as Harry couldn't keep from looking up at Hermione frequently. He loved the way she chatted on and on as she took notes and looked for specifics. After they were done, they packed up their books and walked back up to the Gryffindor common room, laughing as they went.

They climbed through the portrait hole and saw Ron playing chess with Fred, George and Lee Jordon. Some of the girls were standing around as well, and there was a good pile of money on the table beside them. Harry saw Ron beaming up at the girls as he took the queen from Fred.

"Ha!" Ron said and the queen was then smashed to bits.

"Do you want to watch, Hermione?" Harry asked.

"No, I think Ron has enough people standing around." Many people were putting in more money to the pile. They must have some bet going on, Harry thought. Harry was glad Ron was getting some attention and Harry had no desire to walk over to where Ron was. Ron was very jealous of Harry last year and Harry didn't even want to accidentally take any of Ron's glory away.

Harry and Hermione went over and sat by the fire. Harry looked around. Everyone was sitting and standing around the table where Ron was playing chess, talking merrily or watching in silence as Ron took another one of Fred's men, everyone except…

There was a pretty girl sitting in a love seat on the other side of the room. She had her feet curled up into a ball and she was reading a book, apparently interested if she wasn't over with the rest of the people watching Ron and them. She had long, straight, light brown hair and a rather pretty face. She looked a little older than Harry.

Harry nudged Hermione.

"What?" Hermione said.

"Look over there." Harry pointed to the girl.

"So?" Hermione said.

"Who is she? I've never seen her around before. I wonder what year she's in." said Harry.

"Why does it matter?" Hermione asked. "Just because she's pretty…"

"No," Harry said, giving Hermione a look and rolling his eyes. "Why is she sitting all alone over there. Maybe she's new."

"Oh," said Hermione, suddenly interested now she knew Harry wasn't just being a dumb boy staring at a pretty girl. "Well, I don't know, you want to go talk to her?"

"Ok." Harry and Hermione got up and walked over and sat down at a couch across from the girl. She put the book down, looked up and smiled. Harry noticed she had beautiful light brown eyes with sparkling specks of gold that surrounded the green which clung to the black of her pupils.

"Hi! Is there something I can help you with?" she said.

"Oh, no, we just wanted to introduce ourselves. Are you new?" Hermione said politely.

"Yeah," said the girl, and she put her feet down and sat up and stretched. "I'm Chloe Stevens. I'm from the States. My fam—I just moved to Britain."

"Oh, well nice to meet you," Hermione said. "I'm Hermione Granger. Welcome to Hogwarts!"

"Thanks. I'm glad I was put into Gryffindor. The people here are so nice. All except this one fifth year, I don't even know him. He came up to me with two extremely large friends—I'm sorry, I'm being rude. But he called a bunch of names. I just shrug it off, cause everyone else here is so polite."

"Malfoy," Harry and Hermione said together.

"Pardon?" said Chloe.

"Oh, that boy, did he have blonde, slicked back hair?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, he did."

"That's Malfoy alright. He was sorted into Slytherin. He's the biggest bas—brat you'll meet here. Besides Snape. Professor Snape is a teacher. He doesn't exactly favor Gryffindor students." Hermione said.

"Right, we met. And you are?" Chloe asked Harry. Harry hadn't spoken but one word since him and Hermione had started talking to Chloe. Usually people knew who he was without asking.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Pleasure meeting you."

"Likewise." Chloe didn't do the uncomfortable routine of glancing up at his scar as most people who first met him did. Harry hated when people did that and was glad Chloe either chose not to, or she didn't know his story. She was after all from America. Harry somehow liked this and felt immediately closer to Chloe.

"So what year are you both in?" Chloe asked.

Harry spoke first. "We're in our fifth year. How bout you?"

"I'm supposed to be in my seventh year, but Dumbledore suggested that I get moved down a year to begin with to see if I've learned everything you know? But I will be moving up to my seventh year, probably. My school back home— mean back at America was very nice, but it was no where near as big as this. I love Hogwarts. Dumbledore is also very kind. I'm really excited about this year." Chloe finished.

"What book were you reading?" Hermione asked.

"Oh," said Chloe, picking up her book, "Hogwarts, A History. Very interesting. Have you read it?"

This surprised Harry very much, and he looked at Hermione and she now looked very interested to talking to Chloe. 'Hermione may have made a new best friend,' Harry thought.

"Well, I've read it a few times," Hermione answered, but Harry knew that was an understatement.

"It's so interesting. I never knew Hogwarts was such a complicated school."

Hermione glowed, and Hermione went on and starting babbling about every book she had read, and Chloe and Hermione were in deep conversation. Harry chose to stand up, clear his throat loudly and said, "I'm going to see if Fred and George can stand a chance against Ron."

"Okay Harry. I'll talk to you later," Chloe said, and she gave him a big warm smile that Harry couldn't help but return. Chloe had a pretty smile with straight, white teeth.

He walked over and sure enough, Ron had claimed the pot of gold and was beaming as many people complimented him on a great game.

"Thanks," Ron was saying and he stood up and over to where Harry was chuckling.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked.

"Nothing. Are you going to bed?" Harry asked.

"Um, I don't know. Who's that?" Ron asked, looking at Chloe.

"Chloe Stevens. She's a seventh year, well a sixth year."

"Is she new?" Ron asked Harry.

"Yeah." They were both staring at her talking to Hermione. "She's from the States."

"No way!" Ron said. "Do all of the American girls look like that?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't mind finding out." Harry said. He tore his eyes away from Chloe and Hermione and looked at Ron. "I talked to her. She's really nice."

Ron was still looking at Chloe.

"She's hot." Ron said.

"I know," Harry said, "But she's a seventh year, kind of. You and I have no chance."

Harry and Ron walked up to their dormitory and they got ready for bed. Harry laid down in his four poster and soon he became very sleepy.

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