A Note to All: Few!!! Sorry it took me so long to update!!! I feel really bad, honestly I do, but I hadn't gotten many reviews, and I've been really busy since I'm going into 7th grade and starting a new school and all. So finally, I've updated!! As usual, no characters by J.K. Rowling belong to me, so no need to be pissed with me or anything. Anyways, on with the chapter!!!

Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat together at their inhabited Gryfondor table. Seamus and Neville also joined them. The sorting for not only the first years, but the American kids was about to start.

All grew silent as in walked Professor McGonagal, with a group of about forty students trailing behind her. Hermione caught glance of a blonde girl, and she waved. Selene returned it. The more Harry and Ron took notice; Selene was the only blonde American in the group.

"Do you think she'll be sorted into Gryfondor?" Hermione questioned Harry.

He shrugged. So much for his opinion.

The Sorting Hat was placed on the stool, as tradition stood its stand. He started to sing his yearly song, this time different from fifth year's. Soon, it finished, and all the American students stood in aw. Professor McGonagal whipped out a roll of parchment, and began to read off in order.

"Selene Addams," she announced. Selene's blond hair flashed in the candlelight as she approached the stool upon which the hat rested. Professor removed the hat as Selene sat down. The ragged pieces of cloth was placed upon her head as it began to talk. Never had the hat spoken aloud as it was deciding the proper fit for the student. How odd.

"Ahh, an American witch I see. Well, I must say; you'll do well at this school. You have potential, I see. That's a great attribute to have to become successful at Hogwarts. You are full of power, a leader in many ways, that's for sure. But I have two options to put you. Gryfondor would be a good choice. You're full of leadership and loyalty. But then again, Slytherin is just as a good choice. Power and endurance is a beautiful thing to own."

There was quite a long moment of silence where the hat said nothing. Everyone was still stunned since the Sorting Hat had never spoken to the audience aloud. Everyone always assumed he spoke in the student's mind and only their mind, on account that was what had happened to them. Finally, the pin drop silence was interrupted when the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

"Oh, bloody hell," said Ron. "And here I was hoping she and I could go together."

Hermione smiled. "Ron, honestly. Just because we never got along with any other Slytherins doesn't mean we can't get along with Selene. She did after all turn down Malfoy." She patted her mate's hand in sympathy.

"Yea, I suppose," Ron mumbled.

"Hey, Ron, c'mon, it's a new year. Don't let Addams bring you down." Harry said, turning back to the Sorting. He glanced at the Slytherin table, and caught a glance of Selene. She was awfully pretty. Then she did something Harry had to double take to know if she in fact did it. Selene had just winked at him! She did, and Harry was certain. Blushing, he turned back again to the ceremony.

Hermione awoke the next morning, refreshed, and totally ready for classes. She got dressed, and hurried down into the common room. Harry and Ron were not there, which wasn't surprising. So she headed off to the Great Hall anyways.

She arrived, just as Selene approached the grand double doors. "Hey, Hermione. Sleep well?" she asked pleasantly.

"Fine, you?" asked the brunette.

"Alright I suppose. Harry sure is hunky isn't he?"

Whoa, that was certainly off topic! Hermione stopped dead in her tracks. "Huh?"

"Oh, please, Granger. Don't tell me you don't see it. His jet-black hair, those adorable green eyes that make you all fuzzy inside, and not to mention that scar! What amazing hunkiness that adds!"

"Selene, Harry and I are just friends, and I've never seen him anything other than that."

Selene smirked. "Sure, Hermione. But I saw how you were looking at him last night, and on the train. You can't fool me. Remember, I'm American." Selene lifted her brows at Hermione before heading to the Slytherin table.

Hermione couldn't help but feel uneasy about that. Although she wasn't sure what for, she just did. Did she have feelings for Harry? It seemed impossible, but maybe it didn't.

At that point, Hermione had made it to the Gryfondor table, and she was surprised to see her two best friends already there. Harry's eyes met hers, but the witch quickly glanced away. She seated herself, and picked out some slices of toast.

"Hey, Hermione," Harry said.

"H-h-hey," she replied.

"Hermione what's wrong with you this morning?" the red head asked.

"Nothing, why?" she asked, although she new exactly what for.

"Oh never mind," he said seeming steamed a tad.

"So, uh, Hermione. I saw you talking to Selene just now. Had she said anything about me?" Harry asked, looking embarrassed.

The slice of toast Hermione was buttering was dropped instantly, several crumbs escaping from it. "Huh, what?" she asked nervously.

"Had Selene mentioned anything about me when she was talking to you earlier in the hall?" Harry repeated.

"Uh, um, no," Hermione lied, fidgeting with her butter knife.

"Hermione, are you okay?" Harry asked, putting a hand on her shaking hand.

"Yea, perfectly fine," Hermione answered, getting control of her hand. "I'm just, you know, excited about classes starting." She shoved Harry's hand away, dropped her knife, and stood up. "See you guys in Potions," Hermione told them before leaving the Great Hall, leaving Ron and Harry very perplexed.

Seamus leaned over and said, "What's got Hermione's knickers in a twist?"

Ron shrugged. "Donno."

However, Harry had a suspicion on what was wrong. He watched her go until she disappeared, then finished his slice of toast. After finishing off his glace of orange juice, he declared to his buddies, "Hey, I'm, um, going to the library."

Ron choked on his orange juice. "Whatever for?" he asked, frowning.

But it was too late; Harry had already left their table.