Well, so a new story is born. So...

Main Characters (might change, depending on where the story goes): Hermione & Rochelle Milan

Summary: This was inspired by the movie Uptowngirls. Hermione is overly organized and paranoid and Rochelle acts too young for her age and is also incredibly irresponsible (this takes place when Hermione's eight-years-old, except for some parts. Well, you'll see...). Let's put them together and see what happens...

Disclaimer: I own nothing and there won't be a disclaimer in the following chapters, so just remember that I'm a poor little girl who owns nothing of great value.

A/N: This is my first try at a humorous-but-not-totally-random fic. PLEASE review if you read this. Love, hate it, really don't care, or something in between, REVIEW!

A/N 2: Sorry if it sucks and isn't that funny...

CHAPTER ONE

"Ron. Harry. Stop fooling around and do your History of Magic essay! You'll never get it done then I'll end up writing it for you and you'll make me feel guilty then-"

"Hermione, were you always like this?" Ron cut in, hoping to distract her and stop the lecture she was beginning to give them that they both knew would be seemingly interminable.

"Like what?" said Hermione, slowly and ominously.

-That lecture's not sounding so bad right now...- thought Ron.

"Like...," Ron began, "overly stringent, motherly in an awfully annoying way, and so organized it's not even funny," he finished in all one breath. He swallowed and held his breath, waiting.

To his surprise, Hermione laughed. "Yes and no."

This confused Ron. "What do you mean 'yes and no'? You either were or you weren't."

"I used to be worse."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"That unimaginable."

"Well-"The conversation was cut short when someone entered the Gryffindor common room. It was a woman with long blonde hair that reached past the middle of her back. Her face was kind of pointed, not unlike Malfoy's, but slightly softer. There was a luminous smile on her face that showed off her white teeth and full lips. But among those things wasn't the most prominent and amazing thing about her. It was her eyes. They were a bright purple that seemed impossible for human eyes to have.

Ron and Harry looked suspiciously at the woman. She was too old to be a student yet didn't look like any teacher they had ever seen. To their surprise, the woman spoke to Hermione,

"You really don't remember me do you?"

"I'm sorry, but I really don't."

"Well, I sure do remember you Little Missy Miss Perfect." Hermione's eyes widened at this.

"Elle?" The woman's smile, Elle's smile, grew and the two females shared an exchange of girlish squeals, incomprehensible comments, and hugs. This topped off the out-of-the-ordinary events happening in the common room. Not that a sixteen-year-old boy being pursued by the Dark Lord that has a friend who knows everything about everything and a friend that's incredibly skilled at chess, both of which saved his life, isn't a little out-of-the- ordinary. But this little bit between this Elle person and Hermione was way out-of-the-ordinary.

(A/N: Sorry if that bit makes absolutely no sense to you...)

"These are my friends Harry and Ron. Elle, Harry and Ron. Harry and Ron, Elle. It's weird, I was just about to tell them about you."

"I see. Why don't I help you out there?" Harry and Ron were now officially totally lost. What else did they need to know about Elle? They didn't need a life story or anything.

"Harry, Ron, It's about time you knew something about me."

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A/N: Sow, how's that? Sorry, this chapter is a little short and boring, but it'll get better, promise. Now, go and review!