A/N: Oh yeah, look at me go! Now, if only I could write some of my other stories….

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! I want to own Atlantis… wait, that has nothing to do with this. I also want to own Michael J. Fox (MWAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!!!!), but that also has nothing to do with this. Let's just say, I wish I owned Harry Potter. But J.K. Rowling got stepped on, so I can… don't ask… animagi… lizard… shoes… yeah….

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"Kings Cross Station!" Percy bellowed proudly. "Aaaaaaaaaaand, we're off!" He paced off to the barrier, stepping high, with his head held high in the air.

"Little bit of an overreaction, don't you think?" Ron muttered, "I mean, it's cursed anyway."

"It's not an overreaction," said Harry, "It's a teaching job. Yeah, so it's cursed. At least he's forgotten about Penelope."

Percy strutted through the barrier, followed by the rest of the Weasleys.

"Oh!" Percy yelled back as they boarded the train, "Ron, Harry! Thought you might to know, we have a new librarian!"

"What happened to Pince?" Said Harry.

"Got sick!"

"I hope she dies!" Ron yelled. Someone cleared their throat behind him. Harry chuckled.

"That was a horrible thing to say, Ron."

"Sorry, Hermione.

"'S true, 'Mione. She deserves death!" George chuckled maniacally.

"'Mione?" said Hermione, "Is that my name, Georgeyboy?"

"Yes!" said Ron, "That's great! Everyone else has something short for their names!"

"Harry and George don't. Are they going to be Har and Geo?"

"Why not."

"No," said Harry.

Fred and George left.

"All right, but I still think 'Mione is cool."

"All right, Ron, whatever suits your cup of tea." Harry and Hermione began to walk away.

"But I don't like tea…." Ron muttered, trailing behind.

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"BLOODY HELL!"

"RON!"

"SORRY 'MIONE! BUT THERE'S CHOCOLATE ALL OVER MY FACE!"

"That's a good look for you, Ron." Said Dean.

"Shut up!" said Ron, "It blends in with your face better!"

"RON!"

"SORRY 'MIONE!"

Harry and Seamus were on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Ron had chocolate frog all over his face, and it was too hard to resist laughing at how much he and Hermione argued.

"OK, maybe I should stay away from this car…" said a boy from the door. He had just slid it open, and was looking skeptically at everyone. From the fuming Hermione, to the chocolate covered Ron, to Harry and Seamus on the floor, and to Dean, Neville, and Ginny on the seat, throwing chocolate frog wrappers at Ron.

"I'm sorry," said Hermione, "They're a little, er…"

"Hyper," the boy finished. "Yeah, my sisters are like that. Thank the lord I escaped them. Can I sit down over there… by you… you seem to be the only, er, sane one here."

"Sure," said Hermione. "What's your name?" she asked as the boy sat down.

"Drake," he said. He had blond hair that reached down to his shoulders, and dark hazel eyes. He had an American accent.

"I can tell you're not from around here," said Hermione.

"No, I'm from California. You know, the United States."

"I know where California is, it's the most populated state in the U.S."

"The most overpopulated."

Hermione giggled. "So, are you a first year?"

"Yeah. But I have four other sisters going here."

"Really? What year?"

"Third, fifth, and librarian."

"That's only three."

"Twins are third years."

"Oh, twins. And you're sister is the new librarian?"

"Yup."

Chocolate frogs were being chucked across the compartment. One hit Drake right in the face. Hermione gasped.

"Sorry mate!" Yelled Ron.

"No problem, dude," said Drake, wiping the chocolate off of his face, "It's good! My name's Drake."

"Dude?" said Ron.

"You're name's dude?"

"No, no, it's Ron."

"'Sup, Ron?"

"The ceiling!" And at that, Ron began to laugh maniacally.

"All right… and You?"

"Harry. Harry Potter."

"Really?"

"Yes?"

"Excellent! And you?" And each boy continued to introduce himself to Drake. Hermione then explained the Sorting Hat and all of the pros and cons of each house.

"And, if it says Slytherin, run." Said Seamus.

"Yes, I'd say that would be a good idea." Said Hermione. And then the train pulled into the station.

"Come on, Drake!" said Hermione, grabbing his wrist and dragging him off of the train.

"Woah, 'Mione, you're gonna rip my freakin' arm off!"

"It's time for your sorting!"

"Tubular! What do you think I'll be in?"

"Gryffindor, I hope!" She said, pulling him into a carriage.

"I think 'Mione's excited about helping a first year…." Muttered Ron, watching the carriage with Hermione and Drake pull away up the road.

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A/N: Dun dun dun!!!!!!!!!! OK, I think I'll get crackin on that next chappie. I hope. Is that how you spell tubular? Probably, cuz it didn't come up on spell check. OK, bibi!