A/N: LOOKATMEGOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! I'm so proud of myself, I can write! OK, here.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would be a rich miser, and I would own the book "Lucky Man". Let's just say I don't own it.
Oh, yes. The "Peaches" thing, you can blame b2tc (Back2theChaos) for that, OK? I just had to use it, it was funny.
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Gryffindor gained twelve new first years. Ravenclaw gained the most. One of the twelve was Drake, and Hermione was quite overcome with joy.
Ron and Harry were starring blankly at the staff table, waiting for Professor McGonagall to introduce the three girls that stood up by the Sorting Hat.
"Look, look," muttered Ron, "That must be the new librarian, next to Percy." Ron pointed to the woman that Percy was talking to. She had blond hair that reached about to her knees, and deep brown eyes. She was young, about the same age as Percy.
"Yup," said Drake, "That's my sister."
"That's your sister?" said Ron, jaw dropping, "She's beautiful."
"Oh, that's good to hear." Said Drake, sarcastically, "Everyone says that."
"Looks to me like Percy thinks that, too. We can be related, ma-" Ron was cut off by Professor McGonagall.
"These are three of the exchange student from California. Drake, a first year Gryffindor, was the other. Coniec, Phyllis. Third year."
One of the twins stepped up. She and her sister were completely identical, from their curly, back-length blond hair, to their brown eyes, to their small, purple-rimmed glasses.
The hat took a moment with Phyllis, before her placing her in Gryfindor. She sat down next to Drake, and was introduced to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, and Neville. She giggled a little at Harry's name.
Soon, Professor McGonagall call "Coniec, Lilly. Third year." And she was placed in Gryffindor, and introduced also.
"Coniec, D- how do you pronounce your name, Ms. Coniec?"
"Dev- EEn," she said.
"Ah, Coniec, Devine. Fifth year."
Devine stepped forward, and placed that hat on her short, blond hair. Harry could barely see what she looked like. It took a while, obviously talking to her. Her blue eyes were darting back and forth, and Harry could see her lips moving. Almost as if she was having a conversation with the hat. After about five minutes, she closed her eyes, and the hat yelled-
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Shit," said Drake, "That's bad, right 'Mione?"
"Yes," said Hermione, "Gryffindors and Slytherins have never been friends."
"Great, this is just peachy."
"I told you not to use that term," said one of the twins. Harry hadn't learned to tell them apart yet.
"Sorry, Lilly."
"And I told you not to use that term, either."
"Sorry Peaches."
"Peaches?" Ron asked.
"She doesn't go by Lilly, or Lil, or anything like that. She goes by Peaches."
"Why?"
"She read a story on the internet where one of the characters turned into Gollum, but the McFly's called him Peaches."
"What? Internet, Gollum? McFly's? I'm confused, Drake."
Drake had to launch into an explanation as to what the internet was, who Gollum was, which included the whole plot line of Lord of the Rings, and who the McFly's were, explaining most everything about Back to the Future.
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"Harry, I know you're in pain, and Harry, it's my fault. I'm so sorry, Harry. And now I'm doing it again. I am associating with your enemy. I'm so sorry, Harry, I can't help it. I can't help but to hate and love you. I want to be your friend, but I don't know how. I know you won't want to talk to me now. I'm so sorry, Harry."
Someone was whispering softly in Harry's ear. He was lying in bed, and there was a girl sitting on the bed next to him, saying the quiet words. Harry couldn't move, he had to stay and listen to her. He couldn't make out her face, but he felt something. He didn't know who she was, but he felt so much for her. He felt sorry for her. He could tell that she felt extremely bad about what she had done.
"I'm sorry," she muttered again, "About all of this." And she kissed him on the cheek and turned. Harry sat up, as she turned to Ron, who was standing by his bed. She kissed him on the cheek, took his hand, and they walked out of the room. Ron turned and look at Harry as he put his arm over her, and she cried openly into his shoulder.
Harry didn't understand. Who was she? What was she doing with Ron? Why was she with Ron, was he the 'enemy' she was talking about? If she was so sorry, why was she with Ron when Harry loved her. It was too hard for Harry to understand.
And then he woke up, breathing hard.
"What was that?" he whispered.
Millions of thoughts ran through Harry's head as he tried to fall back asleep. Who was she? Why did he love her? What was she doing with Ron? Does Ron know the answers? Could Ron be an enemy?
But he didn't sleep. He lay with his eyes closed, until Ron shook him awake in the morning. He stared up at Ron for a moment, beginning to feel a hate, a tear almost coming to his eye.
"Harry?" Ron asked, "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, Ron," Harry mumbled, getting out of bed, "I'm fine. I'll be fine."
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A/N: OK, that's it. I have to go to the talent show, so I will continue ASAP! Bibi!
Thank you, b2tc, for being so great and funny, and I want a pink scooter named Toast!
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