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OH! Just for your information, I will use tons of different POV's now, so that's what's going on.

Chapter 3: Hogwarts

Harry:

I shook her hand as I introduced Ron, Hermione, and myself. Riddle, hmm, maybe I'm just being paranoid, but she couldn't possibly be related to Tom, could she? Tom Riddle. No, she couldn't be, it's not possible. She's just a new student with a puzzling name. Tee hee, puzzling/riddle, get it? Wow, am I telling jokes to myself? That's really lame. She came into the compartment and Draco and her took seats across from us. Hermione and I began a conversation on school, and she was very interested in learning about how are schedules worked. That got Hermione all riled up and, I just watched her. I love when she gets excited. She's so beautiful...Anyway, then they started talking about the war with the Dark Arts. Vanessa was very well informed, for being an American. I'm surprised she knew anything thanks to that President of theirs. "Voldemort must be stopped, but no one is ready to admit he's alive!" She said.

Draco:

Wow, this girl is amazing. I sat back and watched her talking animatedly with Harry and Hermione about Voldemort. Ron was to busy stuffing his face with chocolate to be interested. She is so cool and hot, even Hermione likes her. I wonder if she fancies Harry. No, of course not, she can't resist the Malfoy charm. I decided to interrupt their little conversation with a much more important topic. "So Vanessa, do you like Quidditch?

Vanessa:

"Quidditch?" What is that? Probably some kind of food. Draco stared at me, dumfounded. Oh crap, I need to cover, quick. "Oh, not really, I'm lactose intolerant." Draco and Harry looked at each other and burst out laughing. Oh great, now they think I'm like some kind of retard. I folded my arms and looked down into my lap, pouting. The next thing I knew I was embraced in a big hug from Hermione. She sat back and smiled. "Sorry, I'm just so happy to meet someone who isn't Quidditch obsessed. I giggled. She won't like me so much when she's dead, will she? "What is it?" Draco stared explaining immediately, his gray eye's sparkling with enthusiasm.

Thirty minutes later...

Hermione:

"And that," Draco said looking satisfied, "is Quidditch." Oh no, another student's education ruined with sports. He and Vanessa were staring into each other's eyes. She smiled happily, "It sounds amazing." Draco grabbed her hands, not moving his gaze. "It is." Ron rolled his eyes and snapped his finger's in between their faces. They both jumped, Draco releasing her. Harry laughed heartily and they all began talking of famous Quidditch matches. I sat back and looked out at the beautiful Scottish countryside. Wait! Scottish countryside? That means we're almost there! I jumped up and pulled on his arm. "Harry, we're nearly at the school, we still need to change into our robes!" Everyone in the cabin stood and filed out into the hallway, Harry and I last. He looked at me and smiled. "I'm so happy we're starting our last year," he said to me, and we kissed. I sighed, "Me too."

Note:

I'm thinking of changing the story to:

Walking Away

Easy to Quit

Love thy Enemy

Killing Love

What do you think? TELL ME PLEASE!

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