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Finally! We were off for another year at Hogwarts! I hopped on the train quickly, then leaned out the window to say good-bye to my mum and dad before they ran off to help Harry.

I started talking with some of my friends about all the usual stuff: boys, O.W.L.S, boys, holidays, boys, rumors, and boys. Some of them squealed when they saw the "oh, so famous and handsome Harry Potter" coming down the aisle. He was struggling with his suitcase, and I know him well enough to know that he was trying to ignore all the gaping and staring.

I laughed quietly at my friend's reactions, but not quietly enough, earning me some glares from them. Harry tapped me on the shoulder, and quietly murmured, "Fancy trying to find a compartment?" I almost broke, and I ended up having a momentary battle on the inside.

Dean is my boyfriend, I should sit with him.

But Harry looks a little lonely, and besides, will Dean really care?

Yes, he would, he knows you had a crush on him for a while and does tend to get a little jealous…

This went on for a while, although it was barely a second in reality. I made my choice and sighed inwardly before adding, "I can't, Harry, I said I'd meet Dean. See you later," as nicely and as happily as I could.

My friends just stared at me, but I could tell what was running through their minds. How on earth could you not want to sit with Harry Potter? But a promise is a promise. I sighed again as I walked away, and I wasn't smiling by the time I reached Dean's compartment.

He pulled me in and basically sat me down next to him by force. A burst of indignation circled through me. Does he not think I could do it myself? But I calmed myself in time, thinking to myself maybe he's just trying to be nice, although I didn't exactly see how one works that one out.

Before I could think too much on it, though, a distraction came in the form of Zacharias Smith, one of the most annoying people I have ever met. I had no idea what he wanted or why he just sat down opposite me, but hey, we were on the train to Hogwarts, so I was allowed to do magic. My hand found my wand as he started to talk.

"Hey there. Was that Harry Potter I just saw you talking to?" He asked, a little too menacingly for my taste. I nodded vaguely, not exactly sure where he was going with this.

" The same one you had a crush on for years and years?" He continued with a look of dislike etched on his face.

"The key word there is had," I responded coldly, although he was getting under my skin. I gripped my wand tighter and Dean's arm around me tensed.

However, Zacharias wasn't through. "Oh, I'm not so sure," he taunted, "I saw the way you looked at him and I am usually excellent and reading faces," he finished, a hint of triumph in his voice.

"Oh really?" I drawled. "Read this face," and the face was a little smug as I did the only reasonable thing that popped into my mind: my bat-bogey hex. And I didn't hesitate at all. I hexed him.

A/N: I hope you liked it! I forgot to mention that this actually my first fanfic, so don't judge too harshly…anyway please, please, PLEASE review! It would make my day!