Heya Fanfiction wouldn't let me load this up or something so I have added another chapter to the front. If that makes sense!

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Dumbledore stood up and the busy chatting stopped.

"As you know Christmas break starts tomorrow. We have many new things happening which is rather strange at this time of year. For starters we will have 8 new students this year. Four come from muggle schools and the other four have transferred from a small wizard school that has unfortunately shut down due to muggle buildings. Also we have a new professor. Students meet the new performance arts teacher. Professor Ford."

Professor Ford stood up and smiled and the cheering students below him. He gave a little wave. Snape rolled his eyes and mumbled various swear words to himself.

"Can you see Snape?" Smiled Ron tapping Harry,

Harry laughed at Snape's face. He certainty didn't rate Professor Ford very high. Professor Ford coughed and the chatter that had started up subsided again.

"Hello! I'm Professor Ford! I'm proud to say that I am the performance arts teacher which means I teach Dance, Music and Drama. I am extremely glad to say that I will be holding auditions for the first ever Hogwarts school play! Only the higher years are allowed to enter. For more information ask either your prefects, head of houses or me. Thank you."

"Well eat up everyone!" laughed Dumbledore as he sat down. At once magical food appeared on the table.

"What a shame Ginny you can't be in it." Said Hermione.

"I wonder what it will be?" Ron thought twiddling his fork.

"I wish I could do it whatever it was." Sighed Ginny

"It's probably something lame." Seamus said smiling at Lavender.

"Oh I hope it has a princess in, I would love to play a princess." Grinned Lavender.

"Me to," smiled Hermione.

"As if you could play a princess mudblood." Smirked Malfoy walking past.

Ron pulled his wand out of his pocket.

"Ron don't, he's not worth it." Hermione grasped Ron's arm.

"Ron stop," mimicked Malfoy "Go on Ron, I dare you. Ignore your little mudblood girlfriend."

Hermione blushed as red as Ron's hair and dropped her arm from Ron's. Harry pulled out his wand as well. Malfoy knew he was outnumbered and outclassed. With a swish of his cloak he stomped off in direction of the Slytherin table.

"Thanks guys." Smiled Hermione

"That guy is such an idiot." Seamus said his mouth half full.

The friends spent the rest of the evening thinking up tortures for Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

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In the common room Hermione was chatting to Ginny about life and boys in general. Ron and Harry were playing exploding snap while trying to listen in on the conversation. The door slammed open and Fred and George Weasley barged in covered in mud each holding their brooms in their hands. Oliver Wood jumped in after them and quickly closed the painting.

"Filch is coming!" they cried,

They each ran up toward the boy's dorm's trailing mud as they ran. Hermione laughed and leant back toward Ginny.

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Malfoy sat in his common room quietly reading. Three third years sat giggling behind him. Malfoy felt like turning round and shouting at them but he knew it would be no use. The three girls starting talking loudly about rude things they would like to do to him, Malfoy sighed and stood up. The girls giggled and quickly parted to let him pass. He glared at each one and walked out the room.

"He is so fine!" sighed one girl

"He is so mine!" said one girl, named Carry Ann, prodding the other girl hard.

"Like he'd ever look at you Carry Ann" said a third girl, Hannah.

"Shut it Hannah!" sulked Carry Ann.

Malfoy re-entered the room holding a book under his arm. The three girls squealed loudly and rushed into a corner. They whispered intently and watched Malfoy as he crossed the room to the dorm stairs.

"Will you please stop it!" he yelled silencing them

"We're sorry Draco but it's just, well, Hannah fancies you." Blurted out the first girl.

"I, it's Carry Ann really." Hannah cried pointing at her.

"Yeah, and. We're not that much younger than you." She smiled and flicked an imaginary hair out of her face.

"Well there are three of you," Malfoy grinned suggestively

"I can't do that." Hannah stuck her nose up.

"I. Your not thinking what I think your thinking. Are you?" Questioned the first girl, Maggie,

"Stop being wimps." Carry Ann grinned and stepped forward.

Malfoy took her hand and led her toward the dorm stairs. He passed Megan on the way up.

"We're finished by the way."

"But what about-" she was cut short by the slam of Malfoy's door.

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"How cool, eight new students, a new professor AND a school panto!" laughed Harry opening a packet of exploding snap.

"It's a shame their coming after school breaks up. We won't see what their like at schoolwork." Hermione sighed placing about six books on the table.

"Is that all you ever think about?" Ron gave her a look to which Hermione blushed.

"Did you see Snape's face? It was priceless!"

"Definitely Harry! He doesn't like the look of that new teacher!"

"I never thought I'd say this but I can't wait for potions!" Harry grinned and dealt out the cards.

Fred and George sat down next to Ron to watch the game.

"You know pretty much everything about this school, do you know anything about the new students?" Asked Hermione

"We are flattered, and yes we do." Grinned Fred

"But what will you give us in exchange of this…" Smiled George

"Valuable information." Continued Fred

"I'll tell you a secret about Ron." Winked Harry

Ron's ears turned pink and he gave Harry a dirty look.

"Okay, they are all in your year. Four girls and four boys. Dumbledore thinks they will ALL go into Griffindor. The girls come from a small country school that has been shut down. Apparently muggles are building some kind of car park place over the top of it. The lads, well have been, lets say…" George looked at his brother,

"Asked to leave a certain number of schools." Fred continued, "I think I'm going to like these guys."

"Not to mention the girls!" winked George, "Think of those poor innocent country girls, ripped out of their school needing some…"

"Help?" George burst into laughter.