This one is kind of short, but you'll get over it. Enjoy!

I'm hungry," Lana commented as they left the store. "Want to got to the Leaky Cauldron? My treat."

"Actually I'm supposed to meet some of my friends for lunch, do you want to come?"

"Sure, where?" Lana picked up her bags and followed Hermione.

They turned into a shop labeled 93 Diagon Alley WEASLEYS' WIZARDING WHEEZES.

"Fred! George! Ron!" Hermione called. "I'm here!"

"No duh, could you be any louder! Come on back," said a voice from behind the door behind the counter. "Leave your shoes off, we just vacuumed and mum's going to drop by for a visit sometime this week. We don't want her to stay to clean!"

They girls kicked off their shoes and put they're bags behind the counter before walking back. Lana looked at the back room. It was filled with shelves covered in bottles labeled Ton-Tongue Toffee or Whiz-Bangs. A curtain, which had been drawn back, separated the rest of the room, Lana could see purple and green couches surrounding a short table that was swaying to music that no one else heard by a fire. On the couches were three boys, each with red hair and freckles. The tallest was rather tall, actually, Lana though, he looks like a giant stretched out string bean, but he's not the ugliest man alive. The other two are rather attractive, not as tall but built, and twins. Joy.

"Hey you guys, I brought a friend, hope you don't mind," Hermione took off her jacket and threw it on the purple couch before taking a seat. "Come on in Lana. That is Ron," she said pointing at the tall one, who gaped at Lana.

"Fred," pointing at the twin who was standing. Fred winked and waved his wand, a plate of sandwiches floated to the table.

"And George," Hermione finished. George stood up from the green couch and walked toward Lana.

"Let me take your jacket, have a seat on either couch."

"Boys, this is Lana," Hermione's' eyes twinkled as she watched Ron stare at Lana. "She just cursed Malfoy at the ice cream shop.

"A woman after my own heart," said Fred. "Many a day at Hogworts I wished I'd cursed him. Too bad we dropped out of Hogworts before we had a chance."

"You dropped out," Lana said walking over to the sofa and sitting down.

"Yes, but that is another story," George came back from putting Lana's jacket away. "Tell us about Malfoy."

Hermione related the story, which had the boys in stitches as she described Malfoys' face.

"After he had the ice cream thrown on him he looked so shocked, even more shocked then when I slapped him. I think he actually thought he had a chance with you Lana," Hermione reached for a sandwich and ate it. "Well I think you squashed that."

"Why would a slime like Malfoy think he had a chance with Lana? He has to know that the only person who would even look at him is Pansy. Not that she's a dog or anything, just really unattractive inside," Fred said through a cucumber sandwich.

"Yeah, a bitch one might say," said George, picking up the last cucumber sandwich, then hexing Ron when he tried to grab it. "Nuhuh!"

Fred unhexed Ron before grabbing the last sandwich on the tray.

"Umm, could I have a sandwich?" Lana asked. She stared at Fred who turned around and called.

"Accio sandwich.... What kind would you like?"

"Peanut Butter and banana."

"Accio sandwich peanut butter and banana," Fred sat down as a sandwich flew to the table and landed on the tray.

"So Lana, where are you from?" George said staring at Lana.

"Um, America, New York to be exact," Lana looked around the room. "My family and I just moved here."
"That's cool, England's all right, and you'll love Hogworts," Fred nodded as George continued. "Dumbledore is nice and most of the teachers are cool, except Snape."

"Snape is the potions teacher, Head of Slytherin house and a all around bad guy. Used to be a death eater," Hermione added.

"Wait, how did he used to be a death eater. I mean, since Voldemort is out and all, shouldn't he be back with him?"

"No, we put most of the death eaters in Azkaban last school year," Ron spoke up for the first time. "Me, Harry, my sister Ginny, Neville, Luna, Hermione and some other people."

"Wait we heard something like that in America," Lana sat up and looked intently at Ron. "That was you guys who fought them, the papers only said wizards. Aren't you awful young?"

"Well, we all are pretty advanced for our age, and we had been secretly training ourselves in defense, when we got this witchy teacher who didn't teach us anything," Ron blushed but continued. "Last year Harry and I taught a secret defense class, it went really well for awhile."

The rest of the lunch was spent telling Lana all about the previous year at Hogworts. It was only when Lana noticed the time that the story telling ended, with plans to meet again. Lana walked back around Diagon Alley for a little before running into Malfoy.

"Listen, I'll take you home, only because my parents expect me to," Malfoy's shirt was still stained. "But don't expect me to carry your bags or anything!"

"Like I'd let you, your dirty hands on my bags? Not a snowballs chance in hell," Lana stalked off behind Draco as they walked toward the floo station.

Lana walked out of her fireplace and immediately up to her room. Unbeknownst to her, Draco followed.