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"What the bloody hell..."Ron muttered in disbelief.
Fina pulled back just enough to look up at Draco's face. "Since when do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked, still grinning. To the others in the compartment, he barely even sounded like Draco Malfoy.
"Not important," Fina said, waving him off. "Since when did you turn into punk boy?" she said, running her hand over the tips
of his spiked hair. He laughed slightly.
Then, all of the sudden, he remembered the six other people in the room. Malfoy pulled away abruptly, startling Fina.
"Uh..." he started, the drawl easing its way back into his voice, "...come on. We've got a compartment just this way." He
wrapped his hand around Fina's arm and started to pull her towards the compartment door.
She stopped him, laughing a bit uneasily. "And I've got a compartment right here." She looked him in the eye, "Stay."
Hermione laughed suddenly, an action that seemed to force the awkwardness filling the small area out into the open. "And
be associated with us? Never," she said sarcastically, raising an eybrow.
"What are you talking about?" Fina asked, taking a turn at being the one confused.
"Why don't you tell her, 'Draco', if you're all such good friends," Ron commented loathingly. Harry continued to stand there, utterly shocked at what was going on around him.
"Stay out of this, Weasley," Malfoy spat back. "Why don't you and your little sister search the seat cushions for loose change?" He had to admit that he was suddenly struggling for material.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Fina said, nearly indignantly. "What's the matter with you, Draco?"
"Come on," he said, once again pulling her toward the door. "Let's go to my compartment. You should have talked to me first, I could have kept you away from certain people."
Fina pulled her arm from his grasp. "I asked what the hell was wrong with you."
"Problem here, dearies?" came a soft voice from the hall. It was the lady with the food trolley.
"No," Malfoy said shortly. And with that he walked out, his thugs following close behind. Fina stared after him for a moment before flopping into a seat, a confused look on her face.
Harry finally broke from his state of shock and moved toward the door. He purchased the usual bulk of sweets and sat
down. Ron followed suit.
"What was that all about?" Fina said, more to herself than anyone else.
"How do you know Malfoy?"
Fina looked up suddenly, drawn from her thoughts by Harry's inquiry. "Oh," she said, rubbing her forehead, "we've known
each other for a long time. We practically grew up together before he started Hogwarts."
"Are you sure it wasn't some other Malfoy?" Harry asked, still bewildered by the whole incident.
"No. Of course not. Now will someone tell me what is going on?"
"Malfoy's a bloody prat is what's going on," Ron replied angrily, shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth.
"Maybe we should start from the beginning," Hermione said calmly.
Fina sat quietly in a state of shock as her four new friends told her all about the Malfoy they knew. She seemed almost
comatose through most of the stories until...
"And then he's always bragging about his stupid father," Ron growled. "'My father could blah blah blah' My father wouldn't
allow blah blah blah' My father says...' 'My father told me...'"
"He what?" Fina practically yelled. Ron seemed to have struck a nerve. "His father? Lucius Malfoy? He ACTUALLY brags
about being the son of Lucius Malfoy? I can't believe this!" By now Fina was raging as she paced across the compartment.
"So he was nothing like this all the time you knew him?" Ginny asked gently.
"I... I just don't..." she sighed in exasperation. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," she said, sitting back down. "Aren't
we almost there?"
"Actually, it is time we changed into our robes," Hermione said, standing.
"You all go right on ahead," Fina said. "They only make house specific robes for Fifth Years."
Ten minutes later they were all changed and the train was pulling into the station. Fina followed everyone off the train. She
looked everything over, taking in the sights around her. It was dark and crowded. She knew she'd have to stop dwelling on Draco if she wanted to enjoy this night at all.
"Who's that?" she asked, motioning towards a stern looking woman in a pointed hat who was calling all the first years over
to her.
"Professor McGonagall, she's the Deputy Head Mistress," Hermione said, sounding confused. "I wonder where Hagrid is."
"Quickly everyone," the professor called, motioning the students towards a long line of horseless carriages.
"Ginny!" Fina turned her head to see a round faced boy waving Ginny over to a carriage.
"I'll see you guys later," Ginny said, heading over to the boy. "I told Neville and Colin I'd ride to school with them."
Everyone nodded and waved at Ginny and the other two boys. They watched as Neville offered his hand to help her up,
in what Fina thought was a very affectionate way. She looked over at Ron, who seemed to be scowling. Fina laughed to herself, obviously Ron was the typical big brother, and he seemed to see this very unintimidating looking boy as a threat.
"There's an empty one," Hermione said, walking towards a near by, unoccupied carriage. Hermione began to get in. She
placed her left foot into the carriage and began to pull her self up when she slipped suddenly. She let out a small screech of
fear and surprise, but before she could fall too far, a pair of long freckled arms caught her around the waist.
Hermione looked up, surprised, into the face of a certain red headed boy. Ron stood there, shocked by his own action. They
stayed there like that, suspended (literally, for one of them) in the strained silence.
"Excuse me." All four teenagers were startled by the sudden presence of Professor McGonagall. Ron released Hermione
quickly, causing her to hit the ground with a muffled 'thud'. Hermione looked caught somewhere between crossed and embarassed as she stood up and brushed herself off.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger," she said curtly. "I trust you each had a safe holiday." They all nodded awkwardlyRon aand Hermione slightly red-faced.
McGonagall turned to Fina. "Miss Jennings, I presume?" Fina nodded. "I need you to come this way and join the first years.
I believe that the sorting process has been explained to you?" Fina nodded again.
"See you later, guys," Fina said.
"Ms. Granger, I presume you will make it safely into your carriage?" McGonagall said, raising an eyebrow at the young girl.
Hermione blushed fervently and steadily pulled herself into the carriage, this time without incident. Ron and Harry followed, Ron redder than ever and Harry stifling laughter.
Fina waved goodbye as she headed for the large group of first years.
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"What the bloody hell..."Ron muttered in disbelief.
Fina pulled back just enough to look up at Draco's face. "Since when do you go to Hogwarts?" he asked, still grinning. To the others in the compartment, he barely even sounded like Draco Malfoy.
"Not important," Fina said, waving him off. "Since when did you turn into punk boy?" she said, running her hand over the tips
of his spiked hair. He laughed slightly.
Then, all of the sudden, he remembered the six other people in the room. Malfoy pulled away abruptly, startling Fina.
"Uh..." he started, the drawl easing its way back into his voice, "...come on. We've got a compartment just this way." He
wrapped his hand around Fina's arm and started to pull her towards the compartment door.
She stopped him, laughing a bit uneasily. "And I've got a compartment right here." She looked him in the eye, "Stay."
Hermione laughed suddenly, an action that seemed to force the awkwardness filling the small area out into the open. "And
be associated with us? Never," she said sarcastically, raising an eybrow.
"What are you talking about?" Fina asked, taking a turn at being the one confused.
"Why don't you tell her, 'Draco', if you're all such good friends," Ron commented loathingly. Harry continued to stand there, utterly shocked at what was going on around him.
"Stay out of this, Weasley," Malfoy spat back. "Why don't you and your little sister search the seat cushions for loose change?" He had to admit that he was suddenly struggling for material.
"What was that supposed to mean?" Fina said, nearly indignantly. "What's the matter with you, Draco?"
"Come on," he said, once again pulling her toward the door. "Let's go to my compartment. You should have talked to me first, I could have kept you away from certain people."
Fina pulled her arm from his grasp. "I asked what the hell was wrong with you."
"Problem here, dearies?" came a soft voice from the hall. It was the lady with the food trolley.
"No," Malfoy said shortly. And with that he walked out, his thugs following close behind. Fina stared after him for a moment before flopping into a seat, a confused look on her face.
Harry finally broke from his state of shock and moved toward the door. He purchased the usual bulk of sweets and sat
down. Ron followed suit.
"What was that all about?" Fina said, more to herself than anyone else.
"How do you know Malfoy?"
Fina looked up suddenly, drawn from her thoughts by Harry's inquiry. "Oh," she said, rubbing her forehead, "we've known
each other for a long time. We practically grew up together before he started Hogwarts."
"Are you sure it wasn't some other Malfoy?" Harry asked, still bewildered by the whole incident.
"No. Of course not. Now will someone tell me what is going on?"
"Malfoy's a bloody prat is what's going on," Ron replied angrily, shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth.
"Maybe we should start from the beginning," Hermione said calmly.
Fina sat quietly in a state of shock as her four new friends told her all about the Malfoy they knew. She seemed almost
comatose through most of the stories until...
"And then he's always bragging about his stupid father," Ron growled. "'My father could blah blah blah' My father wouldn't
allow blah blah blah' My father says...' 'My father told me...'"
"He what?" Fina practically yelled. Ron seemed to have struck a nerve. "His father? Lucius Malfoy? He ACTUALLY brags
about being the son of Lucius Malfoy? I can't believe this!" By now Fina was raging as she paced across the compartment.
"So he was nothing like this all the time you knew him?" Ginny asked gently.
"I... I just don't..." she sighed in exasperation. "I don't want to talk about this anymore," she said, sitting back down. "Aren't
we almost there?"
"Actually, it is time we changed into our robes," Hermione said, standing.
"You all go right on ahead," Fina said. "They only make house specific robes for Fifth Years."
Ten minutes later they were all changed and the train was pulling into the station. Fina followed everyone off the train. She
looked everything over, taking in the sights around her. It was dark and crowded. She knew she'd have to stop dwelling on Draco if she wanted to enjoy this night at all.
"Who's that?" she asked, motioning towards a stern looking woman in a pointed hat who was calling all the first years over
to her.
"Professor McGonagall, she's the Deputy Head Mistress," Hermione said, sounding confused. "I wonder where Hagrid is."
"Quickly everyone," the professor called, motioning the students towards a long line of horseless carriages.
"Ginny!" Fina turned her head to see a round faced boy waving Ginny over to a carriage.
"I'll see you guys later," Ginny said, heading over to the boy. "I told Neville and Colin I'd ride to school with them."
Everyone nodded and waved at Ginny and the other two boys. They watched as Neville offered his hand to help her up,
in what Fina thought was a very affectionate way. She looked over at Ron, who seemed to be scowling. Fina laughed to herself, obviously Ron was the typical big brother, and he seemed to see this very unintimidating looking boy as a threat.
"There's an empty one," Hermione said, walking towards a near by, unoccupied carriage. Hermione began to get in. She
placed her left foot into the carriage and began to pull her self up when she slipped suddenly. She let out a small screech of
fear and surprise, but before she could fall too far, a pair of long freckled arms caught her around the waist.
Hermione looked up, surprised, into the face of a certain red headed boy. Ron stood there, shocked by his own action. They
stayed there like that, suspended (literally, for one of them) in the strained silence.
"Excuse me." All four teenagers were startled by the sudden presence of Professor McGonagall. Ron released Hermione
quickly, causing her to hit the ground with a muffled 'thud'. Hermione looked caught somewhere between crossed and embarassed as she stood up and brushed herself off.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger," she said curtly. "I trust you each had a safe holiday." They all nodded awkwardlyRon aand Hermione slightly red-faced.
McGonagall turned to Fina. "Miss Jennings, I presume?" Fina nodded. "I need you to come this way and join the first years.
I believe that the sorting process has been explained to you?" Fina nodded again.
"See you later, guys," Fina said.
"Ms. Granger, I presume you will make it safely into your carriage?" McGonagall said, raising an eyebrow at the young girl.
Hermione blushed fervently and steadily pulled herself into the carriage, this time without incident. Ron and Harry followed, Ron redder than ever and Harry stifling laughter.
Fina waved goodbye as she headed for the large group of first years.
