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"Harry! Where have you been? We couldn't find you and the whistle was about to blow. Ron and I decide that you must have found a carriage." She glanced around Harry at Mary-Sue, Ashley and Serenity. "So who are they? Not more adoring fans." Hermione's voice was dripping with sarcasm. She turned away and sat at the back of the carriage. Before Harry could say anything she picked up a book – Hogwarts, a History. Ron was standing in the doorway of the carriage. He had a huge grin on his face and couldn't take his eyes off Mary-Sue.

"Err… Ron, would you mind moving. We sort of need to get into the carriage. Oh yeah, this is Mary-Sue, Ashley and Serenity. They're exchange students from America."

Ron suddenly realised he was in the way. He quickly moved and sat down, making sure there were spare seats on either side of him. Ashley quickly sat next to him, and looked at him, with a huge smile on her face.

"So your name's Ron? That's, like, such a cool name. I, like, totally lurve that name. So, Ron, how are you?" Ron and Ashley quickly started talking, but Ron couldn't help glancing at Mart-Sue every few minutes.

Mary-Sue went and sat next to Hermione. "OMG!!!!!!! You're reading my favourite book!!!!!!! I'm, like, totally into that book. It rocks."

Hermione looked up from the book. "I think you're mistaken, this is Hogwarts, a History, not Hot Guys at Hogwarts." Hermione's voice was icy and she quickly turned back to her book. Mary-Sue looked put out for a minute before laughing.

"I think you have the wrong idea about me, Hermione," she said, her voice light and happy. Her eyes, though, did not portray the same idea as her voice. They were perfectly cold. She took Hogwarts, a History off Hermione. "I'm not as ditzy as you might think, and unless you start paying me a bit of respect I don't think you'll be having a very good year." Mary-Sue gave the book back and smiled happily. "I think we'll, like, make great friends. We're, like, sooooo similar." Mary-Sue suddenly screamed. Crookshanks, Hermione's rather, err… large ginger cat had sprung onto Mary-Sue. He was hissing and trying very hard to scratch her. Hermione was sitting next to her. Underneath her breath she was whispering words of encouragement to Crookshanks. Harry, who had been talking to Serenity suddenly jumped up and grabbed Crookshanks. Harry quickly checked Mary-Sue, to make sure she was okay. He lingered slightly too long on checking certain parts of her. Mary-Sue was crying gently, her shoulders heaving perfectly.

Ron stopped talking to Ashley and turned to Hermione. "Why didn't you help her? Her perfect creamy skin could have got scratched by that furball; it's all that reading, it's doing you no good at all. You're going it bit strange in head." He sighed and went to help Harry check Mary-Sue.

Hermione put her book down and stood up. She started giggling. "I, like, totally agree with you. I'm, like, too ditzy!!! I totally am going like mad!!!!"

"I couldn't agree more, Granger." Draco suddenly walked into the room. Behind him were, of course, his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione turned bright red and sat down behind her book. "So," Draco said, looking at Mary-Sue, who had stopped crying. "You must be Mary-Sue Riddle. Father told me about you. Your Grandfather was in Slytherin, wasn't he? Are you going to follow the proud tradition? If you are then I really don't know what you are doing hanging around with Potty, Weasel and the Mudblood, though maybe she's the mad blood now!" Draco laughed at his own joke. "Come on Goyle, Crabbe. We have no business with these, er… freaks. Coming Riddle?" Mary-Sue  pushed past Harry and Ron.  She was holding her wand.

"DON'T BE RUDE TO HARRY AND RON. THEY ARE TWICE THE MAN THAT YOU'LL NEVER, LIKE, BE!!!!!" She shouted a few words, a spell that even Hermione had never heard of and suddenly Draco was the size of a house-elf.

"You'll pay for this, Riddle. You and your little friends." Draco's voice came out high and squeaky. He walked as quickly as his legs could carry him out of the room.