AN:  As I said in chapter one, I do not own any of the characters found in Harry Potter.  I hope you enjoy this next chapter, and please review and I do like criticism as long as it is constructive.  Cheers.

Chapter 2:  The Transfer

The rest of the train ride had been uneventful.  All that anybody could talk about was how funny it was to see people slam into the invisible train or how much their head hurt from hitting it.

"You have to admit, Hermione, the invisible train prank was bloody marvelous."   Fred said after seeing Hermione roll her eyes for the one-hundredth time during their conversation.

"Yeah, I just wish I had thought of it first."

"George, you'd have to be good at charms first before you could do something like that."  Hermione received a small round of applause from the cabin; the only person who wasn't clapping was George - he chose to wear a sour expression instead.

"Do you suppose the snack cart will come around again?  I'm hungry." Ron said as he stepped back into the cabin after sticking his head out to see if the cart was coming back.

"Ron, you just ate half an hour ago.  How could you possibly be hungry?"  Ginny asked as she looked at her brother in disgust.

"I'm a growing boy.  I need all my nutrients."

"You're defiantly growing, you should cut back on all those sweets though, Ron, and opt for some fruit instead, because I am pretty sure that you want to grow up and not out." Ginny giggled after hearing Hermione's remark.  Ron stood there with his mouth open in shock at Hermione's forwardness.

"Hermione, you're really the one for witty comments this year.  You're going to have to be careful what you say as Head Girl.  Because, won't stuff like that get you in trouble with Dumbledore?"  Harry asked, smiling at her.

"You guys aren't going to cut me any slack for being Head Girl, are you?"

"Nope, we're sure not – you're one of the enemies now."  George said as he winked at his twin.

"Yeah, you'd better watch out, mate, we don't works so well with authority figures.  I hope we don't have another Umbridge on our hands, Mione."

Hermione stood up and stomped her foot.  "I am not an Umbridge, nor will I be.  And you guys had better not treat me as though I am because I will take points away from Gryffindor if you do." This statement sent gasps across the cabin.

"You wouldn't do that Mione.  You can't stand to lose, just as much as we can't."  Ron said as he pulled her back down to sit beside him.  She just glared at him.

"You guys have to understand that as Head Girl I have more responsibilities, and I have to set an example.  I can't go showing who my favorites are."

"Ah, Hermione, we're just bugging ya.  We won't pull anything that bad on you."  George said, making sure that he emphasized the 'that bad' as she could still expect some pranks done on her.

"We'll cut you some slack, Mione, because it appears that you'll have someone else to chase after, with that invisible train incident this morning."  Fred said.

"Bloody brilliant if you ask me, they just better not tread on our turf.  We're the pranksters of Hogwarts, at least we were, and we're taking our spot back.  Eh, Fred?"

Hermione just shook her head as the conversation returned to that stupid invisible train prank.

*            *            *

Hermione had never been so happy to see Neville Longbottom as she entered the Great Hall.  The boys were still, some how, finding things to talk about regarding the train.  Neville, she thought, would at least have something else to say.  The group took their seats at the table beside Neville, Seamus and Dean.

"Hello Hermione!  Congratulations on becoming Head Girl.  I'll bet you're going to have a lot of fun this year, not to mention all those extra responsibilities.  I don't know how you'll do it.  Won't one of your first jobs be to find out who made the Express invisible?"

"Wasn't that brilliant mate?"  Harry said.  Hermione just rolled her eyes as the gang once again started talking about the train.  Seamus told them that he saw Malfoy bang his head and even got up to do an imitation of Malfoy rebounding off of the train.  That gave the group a whole extra five minutes of basking in the glory of the story of the invisible train.

"Enough with the train!  Could we please change the subject?"  Hermione had heard enough and just slipped out the request.  The group went silent and all looked at her. Ginny nodded her head in agreement.  George broke the silence. "One good thing about being back at school is Quidditch.  I hope my spot as Beater is still open, Harry?"

Quidditch, the one other subject that Hermione did not want to talk about.  The group continued to talk about the upcoming tryouts for the Gryffindor team, games they had seen over the summer and new moves that they had perfected.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her head towards the first year students that had just entered the Great Hall to be sorted into their houses.

*            *            *

The table had finally stopped talking and were now watching the line up of first years get shorter as they each went to their new house.

"Who is that?" Harry said as he pointed to someone at the back of the line.

"Harry, it's rude to point," Ginny quietly reminded him.

"She's no first year, that's for sure."  All the boys turned to see who Harry was gawking at.

She stood at the back of the line, heads above the first year students.  She had to be at least 5'10.  She had red hair that fell down her back, falling just below where her bra strap would end beneath her uniform.  In her hair were chunks of copper highlights.  Looking at her, one was able to tell she had blue eyes.  They sparkled all the way from the other end of the Great Hall.  She was slim, but obviously was an athlete.  Her face, although with out make-up, was adorned with a light sprinkle of freckles.  Her features were flawless.  The boys could not believe what they were seeing.  She appeared almost perfect in every way.  When she smiled, although it was bright, the girls in the hall were relieved to see that there was a small gap between her front teeth.  She wasn't that perfect, but the boys thought that it was cute.  She had obviously seen the boys at the Gryffindor table looking at her because she smiled at them and cocked her eyebrows in interest.

"I don't know who she is, but I definitely want to meet her."  George said as he winked at the boys.

Professor McGonagall finished the line of first years and the tall, mysterious red head stood alone in front of the sorting hat.  McGonagall called the girls name, "Ygraine Marcum."

   "Oh," said the hat.

"Take a seat and put me on,

I'll tell you where you ought to be.  You're not as young as those ones just sorted,

Your mind is made up to which direction you will take, or so that is what you say to me.

Unlike the young ones,

 Your path has already formed,

And the house that you will sit in will not bend the road you travel

It is not hard however

To see where you ought to be

You're braver than most

And fun is your game

Your loyalties lie right

Once they are made

Although cunning and mysterious

And you will do anything you please

It is not hard to see

That you wear your heart on your sleeve"

            The hat took a pause and Ygraine looked around.  Everyone in the hall was looking at her.  She knew why, she was a little old to be sorted into a house.

            "Gryffindor!" the hat yelled out, but unlike the first years who had just got sorted, Ygraine did not get a round of applause.  The Gryffindors sat there, their curiosity building up.  Hermione looked around at the table and started to clap.  She nudged Harry and Ron to do the same.  The Gryffindors quickly caught on and welcomed Ygraine to their table.  She sat down at the end with the first years.

            Questions about who Ygraine was were whispered down the table and she just looked on with a grin across her face.  She appeared to enjoy the mystery surrounding her arrival to the Gryffindor table.

            Dumbledore broke the whispers, "Welcome, new teachers and students, to Hogwarts .  Ygraine, may this year be what you wanted.  And welcome back to all the returning students.  Let the feast begin."

            "What she wanted? What do you suppose Dumbledore meant by that?" Ron wasn't asking anyone in particular; he was just hoping that someone would know.

            "Why don't you just ask her yourself Ron?  She'd probably like to talk to someone close to her own age tonight.  She's probably been hanging out with the first years all day long.  You could also find out what year she is in while you are down there."  Hermione said as she glanced down the table to see Ygraine sitting at the end doing something with her food.

            "No, no, I'll go talk to her.  Ron'll probably screw it up by asking her something stupid."  George got up and headed down to where Ygraine was sitting.  "Could you get me a buttered pumpkin while you're down there?" Ron called out after his brother. "Stupid prat.  What, does he not think I can handle myself around a pretty girl?"

            "Apparently not, Ron, that's why he's doing it himself.  Not to mention, you do have the habit of letting thinks slip out."  Harry said while stuffing the last bit of his bun in his mouth.

            "Whatever Harry, we both know that George is trying to get ahead of the crowd."  Ron said as he was reaching for another piece of chicken.

*          *            *

"It's Ygraine, right?"  She nodded her head and motioned for George to take a seat. "Thanks.  I'm George Weasley, seventh year, Gryffindor house.  What year are you in?"

            "I'm in my seventh year as well.  If you don't mind me asking, aren't you a little old to be in seventh year?"  George was shocked by her question, and how she made such a statement sound so polite and not condescending.  He was also happy to hear that she was in the same year as him.

            "Yeah, I'm a returning student.  Along with my twin, Fred.  We left the school 'bout a year and a half ago.  Really awful professor was workin'ere. We figured we didn't have to put up with it, so we left.  Made our own shop too – you may have heard of it, Weasley Wizard Wheezes."

            "I have actually, haven't been there myself though.  What sort of stuff do you have there?"  George enjoyed explaining all about the sort of jokes, gags and fun things that Fred and he were selling, and was pleased to see that he wasn't boring Ygraine with all the details.

            "I'm guessing you and Fred are quite the pranksters then?  You ever get in much trouble for doing stuff like that here?"

            "Well, we did our last year here.  We were kind of testing our merchandise on willing first years.  We paid them, but apparently that didn't go over so well with some of the authority figures, one of our main reasons for leaving actually.  So, why did Dumbledore say he hopes that this year is what you wanted?"

            "It's pretty simple, actually.  I've been home schooled my entire life, and I told my parents that I wanted to take my final year at a real wizarding school. Now I'm here. So far it appears that this will be a fun place to go to school.  Do incidents like the invisible train happen often?"

            "They haven't really occurred since Fred and I have left, but now that we're back we're hoping to start them up again."

            "Oh, were you and your brother responsible for it?"  Ygraine's interest was peaked.

            "No, I wish I knew who did it though.  I'd congratulate them on a prank well done, then tell them to sod off for a year because Fred and I are back."

            "HEY GEORGE! Are you gonna bring me my pumpkin?"  Ron hollered from his spot down the table.

            "Just a minute, mate, I'm bring your bloody pumpkins in a sec!"  George glared at his brother.  "That's Ron, my younger brother, he's seventh year too.  The red headed girl beside him, is our sister Ginny, she's sixth year.  Fred's the guy that looks like me."

            "Well George, it was nice to meet you, I hope to see you around.  You better take your brother the pumpkins before his stomach brings him down here himself."  She smiled at him and handed him the platter of baked small pumpkins.

            "I'll see you 'round, Ygraine."  He got up and headed back to his spot down the table.

*          *            *

"'Bout time you got back.  I was craving those little pumpkins." Ron shoveled a few of them onto his plate.

            "So what is the deal with her?  Why is she here?"  Fred asked.  All the boys turned their attention way from their food to George.

            "She's in seventh year and she's been home schooled her whole life, wanted to do her last year at a real wizard school."

            "Wow, is that all?  You were there for a good fifteen minutes, and that is all the information you got?  What else did you talk about?"  Hermione asked, confused at the little the information George brought back.

            "I talked about the shop, how Fred and I are jokesters, why we left Hogwarts the first time, the train – what?" Hermione and Ginny were looking at him funny.  "What? Did I do something wrong?"

            The girls rolled their eyes and looked at each other.  "Boys, always talking about themselves."  Hermione said to Ginny who was nodding her head in agreement.

            Then all of a sudden laughter broke out from the table, fingers were pointing at some of the first years, and then the fingers turned to Ron.  "What!? Why are you pointing at me?  What is so funny?"  Ron started to panic.

            "Ron, your freckles," Hermione gasped between her laughter, "Your freckles have turned purple!"  Ron looked at himself in the reflection of his spoon.

            "Oh my God!  How did this hap- Fred?  George?  What did you do?" Ron glared at his two brothers who were holding their stomachs they were laughing so hard.

            "We did nothing!"  The twins looked down the table at the first years that had turned purple.  George looked at the pumpkins he had brought back from Ygraine at the other end of the table.  He looked down at her and noticed that the sprinkle of freckles on her face had turned purple.  She looked back at him and smiled. "Good one," she mouthed to him.

AN: 

I'd just like to thank my editor Lady Jayne, and if you guys are into dark Hermione/Draco stories you may want to check out her latest piece called "Control".

            I'd also like to thank sylvervixen for being my first reviewer (not including my editor) and trust me, I have a plan for our beloved Fred and George.