So sorry it's been the longest time. my comp was broken and, just alot of crap happened. lol. But it's all better now, and another reason is that I had to word this chapter just right or...well,...you'll see later on .
"WHAT?! You have to be kidding me! How could Dumbledore hire Fudge after everything that happened last year?" Ron practically yelled as the friends crossed the grounds to Green House 7 for their Herboligy lesson.
"What I'm worried about is who is the new Minister of Magic. There hasn't been any news of it in the Daily Prophet..." Hermione said.
Harry looked down at his schedule; "We don't have class with Fudge until tomorrow. I really want to see why Dumbledore hired him."
"Well, maybe he's just a really good teacher or something." Hermione said whilst trying to defend the former MOM.
"Or maybe Dumbledore just felt sorry for him..." Harry said, trying to feel a little pity towards the man.
"Hey, Hermione!" Neville came running up to her. "Do you know when this Chris is supposed to be coming in?"
"No, why? Are we supposed to? They never gave us a time on the train." Hermione said, a bit to excited. Harry and Ron groaned. She had done nothing but talk about Chris, and his accomplishments, since the train ride.
"Sorry...just asking..." Neville replied.
But before Hermione had a chance to open her mouth they herd, "Look! Up there!" as a student yelled and pointed to the sky. There was a distinct outline of a person on a broomstick with luggage bags trailing behind it over the Forbidden Forest. It was closing in on the school, fast. It circled around the castle before landing beside a tree near the lake quiet gracefully. The four friends stopped walking and peered over to see who it was.
The person got off the broomstick and straightened out their clothes while checking everything in their suitcases. Then it pulled out its wand, said a spell and started to walk with broomstick in hand while the luggage followed.
As soon as the person stepped out into the sunlight every boy's eyes could not turn away. There walked an angel. The light of the sun reflected off her red hair so perfectly that it looked as if she was glowing.
She walked pass the trio so gracefully, as if she was floating, to the front of the castle. Harry saw the side of her broom, which read, Firebolt. Ron and Neville followed behind her luggage, without saying a word, just as every other boy did. Harry, not wanting to look foolish, decided to follow also.
She walked across the grounds and was spotted by none other than Draco Malfoy, who was talking to Pansey, by a tree, which suddenly stopped and began to follow along with the rest of the boys. He reached down to the nearest flowers, picked them and ran right in front of the girl. She stopped and tilted her head. The boys behind her also stopped. Harry moved up to front to get a better a view of what was going to happen next.
"I um... um... got these for you." He handed her the flowers.
She was hesitant to take them and leaned against her broom. "Why thanks. You know, you are the first person who has been, ever so nice to me, here." She replied with a giggle at the end. You could see Pansey's eyes filling with hate every passing second.
"Well, I um..." He was growing redder by the moment. "I don't see why, I mean you just so...so.... Wow...."
"Well, thanks. I appreciate it," She said with a smile. Even her teeth were perfect.
"Um... My name is Draco Malfoy, and if you ever, and I mean ever, need help getting around this castle," he touched her arm and flashed her a sly smile, "because I admit it is intimidating at first, but if you ever need any help with anything, just know that, I'll be there for you." He said in a cocky/flirty voice.
She batted her eyelashes. And turned her head. Then when she turned her head back she was no longer smiling or batting her lashes. "Okay, first off, no." and with that she lifted his hand off her arm. "Secondly, I can do better. Thirdly, you go after the ditzy, flirty types and are insecure with your own self. You should be ashamed. Fourth off, you think you know everything, which is a big turn off. And lastly, these are weeds, not flowers." And she held them out to Malfoy and he took them back. "Now, I suggest that you go back over to your little girlfriend over there, before she takes a branch from the tree and hits me over the head with it." And with that she picked up her broom, turned in the direction of the castle doors and walked up the stone steps, leaving a dazed and confused Malfoy behind while the other boys followed her. Harry followed along with the crowd, catching up to Ron, and laughing at what had just happened.
"It's good to be back" The girl sighed and put her hand up on the stone railing of the steps. She slowly turned around and was surprised to see that she had such an audience. "Oh...wow... um... do any of you know the way to the Headmaster's office?"
All of the boys raised their hands in unison. She looked out over the crowd and then spotted Harry. She hesitantly stepped down and walked towards him, her luggage and broom still at the stairs. The boys moved, creating sort of a path for her. Harry didn't know what to do. He lowered his arm as she came over to him, Hermione now on his left side, Ron on his right, and Neville lost somewhere in the crowd.
"Harry Potter..." She said with wonder. Her voice was heavenly. "It is you isn't it? The one who defeated Voldermort" People cringed at the name "The one who lived..." She looked right into his eyes when she spoke. She had amazingly brown eyes.
"Um...yeah, sounds about right..." Harry said, trying to get off the subject.
"Oh, forgive me, I know your name but you don't know mine." She cleared her throat. "My name is Christine. Christine...Perry," it seemed that she had to think about what she was saying, "but people call me Chris" She held out a hand and Harry took it.
"Wait, you're the new student?" Hermione said without thinking. "I thought you were supposed to be a ... a ... a he."
"Well, sorry to disappoint you and all..." She said while letting go of Harry's hand. "You must be Hermione, yes?"
"How did you know that?" Hermione eyed her suspiciously.
"Well, you're a Prefect. And Dumbledore sent me some stuff for this school and in it was a list of the Prefects and their houses. And you're in Griffendore by the looks of your badge. Am I right so far?"
"Well ... yes... nice to um... meet you...Chris...Sorry but ... you just weren't what I was expecting."
"It's all right, I'm never what any one really aspects."
Ron cleared his throat rather loudly and nudged Harry in the arm. "Oh, um... Chris, this is my good friend Ron, Ron-"
"You mean Weasel, don't you Potter?" Malfoy emerged again, but this time with his trusty sidekicks, Crabbe and Golye.
"Oh, it's weed boy again." somebody in the crowd yelled. Draco scowled but soon turned his attention back on the trio and Chris.
"No one was talkin' to you, Malfoy." Ron said, through gritted teeth.
"Well, you are now, aren't you." He smirked; his goons laughed at this.
"Leave, little boy, your boring me." Chris said while inspecting her newly polished nails.
"I am no little boy. I happen to be a School Prefect. And you, I'm guessing are the new student. I didn't know that Dumbledore was allowing Yanks into this place now."
"What did you just call me?" Harry saw her right hand move towards where she had placed her wand.
"I called you a Yank, American. Didn't you hear me? I suppose it would be nice having some Yankee blood around here, even if they aren't that bright."
And with that Chris's wand was pointed at the nape of his throat. Draco whined, not wanting to die that day, and his goons moved closer to Chris with their fists raised. Harry and Ron and Hermione pulled out their wands also and pointed them towards the goons. "Your lucky I'm on probation" and she took her wand back and replaced inside her front pocket. The trio did the same as Crabbe and Golye out down their fists and backed off.
Then the front door to the castle opened. It was Dumbledore. "Why Chris, what are you doing dear?"
"...Making friends..." She turned around to face the old man. "It's been a long time." She walked up the stone steps.
"To long." He said with a welcoming smile. "Come, get your things and regale me with your flight here."
She then picked up her bags and broom, and followed Dumbledore inside. "Well, lets start with Romania, shall we..." She said with a laugh as the door closed behind them. But then quickly reopened. She ran down to Harry, Ron and Hermione. "It was a pleasure to meet you all. I hope I see you" she flashed a smile, at Ron "all tonight at dinner. Good-bye." She said sweetly and disappeared back behind the great oak door.
"I like her" said Ron smiling from ear to ear. Hermione saw this.
"She's a bit snobby, and a bit of a know-it-all if you ask me..." Hermione said while turning to Ron. "I can't believe you've fallen for her..."
"Your just jealous because you are no longer the smartest girl in our year and I have not 'fallen for her'. I fact I think she's the one that thinks I'm rather 'dandy'." Ron said while turning around and beginning to walk back to greenhouse 7 still smiling
"So you haven't got a crush on her?" She said hopefully.
"Oh, no. I think she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, definitely. But now I don't think that the feelings are one-sided." Ron said rather happily
"Yeah, you and half the boys at this school." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"She's not that bad, Hermione. I'm sure you and her will be friends by the end of tomorrow." Harry said, trying to avoid another row between his two friends.
And thats it. Don't be afaid 2 R&R ...please....lol