(A/N: Okay, okay. Smite me! I haven't updated anything in nearly a month, but I'm working on it! Here's what ever number chapter this is… bare in mind that this was written when I was in 6th grade, just two years ago, and some things HAVE changed. And to any of my friends ((from school who are included in the story)) (((especially amber))) DO NOT BE FOOLED! THINGS ARE BEING CHANGED AROUND! DON'T SMITE ME FOR THE PERSON WHO'S IN THIS STORY THAT YOU NOW DESPISE! I'M GOING TO DO SOMETHING TO HIM!)

Chapter 3

A New Arrival

Malfoy Mansion (Manor?)

Draco was in his room, minding his own business, when a girl with dark brown hair suddenly appeared in his room.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" he asked coolly.

"Amber Santos and I have no freaking clue!"

"Are you gothic, by any chance?"

"Yes, you DAMN IDIOT!"

"Ooh, feisty. I like that!"

"NO! IT'S GAVIN'S EVIL TWIN!"

"Who's Gavin?"

"Oh, just this guy who pretended to stalk me. He said he liked me because I was 'feisty'."

"Well, I like you, too."

"Oh, no you don't! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"

"Well, that can be changed."

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"If I get a kiss I won't hurt him!"

"NEVAH!" yelled a random person. An extremely tall person (taller than Natalie M.) fell from the ceiling.

"Hi! I'm El Fullerton!" 'El Fullerton' said. "Fear me and my El Fullerton-ness!"

"HA! My boyfriend has come to kick your ass!"

"Really? Let him try, I have magic!" Draco said.

"Well, I have a CROWBAR!" 'El Fullerton' yelled, holding up the said crowbar.

"Go Mi- I mean El Fullerton!" Amber yelled.

BAM! The crow bar slammed into Draco's head. Draco fell over unconscious.

"Thanks," Amber said.

"No problemo," Michael replied, then he kissed her.

"By the way," Amber asked, "what the HELL am I doing here?"

"Hmm… I don't know!" Michael replied. "But I DO know for a fact that the majority of your friends are at The Burrow."

"Ok… wait, how do you know that?!"

"Umm… I'm a HUGE Harry Potter fan…"

"Oh, great. It's another GaNatNat!"

"Except I'm not obsessed with Hermione."

"YOU BETTER NOT BE!"

"Let's find the fire place, we can floo."

"Whatever, Harry Potter."

"That's not funny."

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

"Yes it-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

"Fine then…" and then mumbled. "Harry Potter."

"I HEARD THAT!"

(A/N: I know that last bit at the end with Michael being called Harry Potter doesn't really make sense… but with the way I had the story written before, it did… and it was hilarious… so now it will stay and be hilarious!