When they were all inside the train, they headed back to the compartment.
Hermione stopped abruptly and grabbed Ron's arm.
"Ron, we have to go to the prefects compartment first." She said, and when se noticed her hand grabbing Ron's arm, she blushed lightly and let go of it.
"Oh yeah… that." -He turned to Harry- "just wait for us in the compartment… we'll be back as soon as we can."
"Yeah Harry, we will." Affirmed Hermione, smiling at him sympathetically.
"Okay, okay… just go." He said moving his hand carelessly "I think I can take care of myself for a while." He said sarcastically. He didn't need so much sympathy from them even thought he knew they meant well.
Ron sighed. "Whatever mate. See you later. " He turned around and headed towards the Prefects compartment and Hermione, after smiling at Harry one last time, quickly followed Ron down the corridor. Harry sighed and headed towards the compartment in which they had settled their things earlier. This time, whoever, it was not empty.
In the very left corner of the compartment sat a very pretty girl. She was looking out the window absentmindedly and there was a certain hint of melancholy on her eyes. She seemed to not notice Harry's presence on the compartment as she moved her raven colored hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her ears. Her eyes were slightly almond shaped and they had a strange, yet beautiful combination of intense hazel and amber colors; her hair was straight and reached the lower part of her shoulders, complimenting boldly her slightly tan features.
Harry stood there silently contemplating the unknown girl for a second. God, she's very pretty…-He told himself- I wonder who she is…I don't think I've seen her before… She seemed to be around his age although he would know her if she was on the same year as him. The girl noticed Harry's eyes on her and turned to look at him, jumping up slightly as she saw him standing there. Harry blushed when he saw her confused face finally looking back at him… he sure didn't mean to gawk at her!
It took several of seconds before either of them said anything. Finally, crushing the awkward silence, Harry spoke.
"Um… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you or anything." He said slowly, looking down as he ran his hand through his hair shyly.
"Oh, its okay… you didn't really scared me," she lied "I was just so deep in my thoughts I just didn't notice there was anybody else in here…" She spoke in a low, sweet voice fluttering her eyelashes lightly as she got a better look at Harry. Harry blushed a bit and looked away. She smiled knowingly and kept talking.
"Well… this is your compartment, right?" she asked pointing at his trunk. "I'll go find and empty one myself, then…" she sighed and stood up and started walking towards the compartment door. Harry quickly snapped out of whatever trance he was on.
"You don't have to leave. I'm just waiting for my friends… they're prefects…they'll be back later. But you can stay here…if you want to, of course." he said blushing yet again… why was he blushing anyways?
"Thanks… that's very nice of you…erm…"
"Oh… I'm Harry… Harry Potter." He informed her awkwardly extending his hand towards her. She raised her eyebrow and smiled rather maliciously shaking his hand. Harry however did not notice this.
"Well I'm Bonnie Mason, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." She said smiling again, her light eyes glistening.
"Likewise." Answered Harry nodding his head.
"So… in what year are you on?" she said sitting down, this time thought, far away from the window. She crossed her legs and placed both hands on her knee neatly one on top of the other.
"This would be my sixth year… erm… what about you?" he asked, sitting across from her.
"Oh, I'm an exchange student… but I guess I'm a sixth year as well…"
"Ohh…" he nodded stupidly "So… where did you get transferred from?"
"The United States… Salem, Massachusetts to be more precise. I was invited to spend a year at Hogwarts… and of course, I had to accept!" she said giving a small laugh.
"Well, I hope you like it at Hogwarts." Said Harry smiling at her. "I personally love it there… it's like my home." He sighed and shifted uncomfortably on his seat as he felt her eyes fixed upon the scar on his forehead. "Erm… are you okay?" he asked awkwardly.
"Oh, I'm sorry… just… never mind…" she said finally taking her eyes off his scar, for which, Harry felt very glad. Just then she looked down at her watch and smacked her forehead, such behavior made Harry raise his eyebrows questioningly. "Oh my god, I forgot!" she finally 'informed' him.
"Forgot what?" he asked, truly confused.
"In my acceptance letter I was told to go to the Prefects compartment when I got on the train so they could set it up for somebody to show me around school… I completely forgot all about that…"-she sighed frustrated- "well, I think I better go now, before I get into trouble or something like that." She stood up quickly and grabbed a big, blue-colored sack that was lying on the floor next to the window and swung it hastily over her shoulder.
"I guess I'll see you around… at least I hope I do." She said this giving him a small wink, which he received blushing. "Well, better be off now…" She turned around and walked towards the door, but stopped as Harry called her.
"Bonnie… umm…if you get the chance later, you can come here and meet my friends… I bet they will really like meeting you." He said smiling and trying his hardest for not to blush again.
"Thanks, Harry! I'm so glad I met you! You are such a nice guy…" she said this last thing 'blinking' more times than it was necessary.
Harry couldn't help but to blush and he ran his hand through his hair nervously.
"Its nothing… really."
This girl made him somewhat nervous for some reason. Not that he liked her or anything… just the way she 'winked' at him and made him blush every two minutes made him a tad uneasy.
With one last 'good bye', she turned around and left the compartment, leaving Harry alone with thoughts of the person he just met running through his head.
He slouched down on his seat and sighed. "That was… interesting…" he said (rather loudly) to himself. Just then, a most unwelcome voice joined the 'conversation'.
"Talking to yourself now, Potter?"
