Chapter 8: Meeting Malfoy

She learned a lot about Hogwarts during the trip. The stairs liked to move, some of the doors would lock themselves at random, and others liked to only pretend to be doors. The same with some of the stairs, they weren't there at all! And the school Poltergeist, Peeves, liked to cause trouble, but that was expected; they ALL liked to cause trouble. She learned which classes were harder, and what teachers were nice, and which were kind of frightening.

In return she had to tell them about Newtgalls, and America. About how it was almost exactly like the Muggle schools, they even learned a little of Muggle things, like biology and history, but they were elective. But it was also quite unique; how many Muggle schools had books flying around and paper airplanes that actually reached their destinations…in classrooms on other floors? Talking about it did make her miss her old life a little bit. But just a little bit. At noon the snack trolley lady stopped by.

"And what would you like, dear?" the plump lady asked, after Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been served.

She stared at the cart in awe. There weren't any of the candies she recognized, no popping Gobstobbers, that not only changed color, but had your mouth changing colors for hours afterward, and no SmartTarts, each little candy let you answer a question, any question, no matter how hard it was.

"Um…bit of everything, please!" she decided.

Harry laughed as he watched Maeve with her hoard.

"What's so funny?" she asked, with her mouth full of a Cauldron cake, so it sounded more like, "Wuf fo fummy?"

"Your manners rival Ron's," Hermione stated, with just a tiny bit of scorn in her voice.

"Aw, don't mind Hermione, she's just jealous…I was just thinking about my first time with all that candy…" Harry grinned at her.

There was a banging on the door and it jerked open.

"Well, well, well. Potter's got himself a new girlfriend. Who's this?" asked a wormy little boy with pale hair, followed by two brutes, who looked as dumb as they looked big.

Maeve disliked the three of them immediately. There was something slimy about the first one, he was apparently the leader, the so called "brains", but brains apparently ran thin in the little group. Harry and Ron jumped up.

"Get out, Malfoy!" Harry snarled.

"No, I want to meet your new friend…" The two brutes stepped forward, pounding their fists on their hands menacingly. Maeve took a deep breath and let "Lux" take her over mentally.

"Its cool, you two, I don't mind introducing myself to the whiney little creep…even if he is a rude little ass," she said before turning to the boy, putting on all airs of politeness. "Excuse me; I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you and your…little…friends."

The boy scowled at her and raised his wand. "Whiney little creep? Oh, I think you'll…"

Maeve was too quick from him, a skill learned at the Riddle House. A quick "SNAP" and instead of the boy there was a mule, or an ass, as she liked to call them.

"…regret that? Don't think so. I must say, you make a much cuter ass than you do a person…I'm Maeve, by the way, lovely to meet you," she grinned and eyed the boys on either side of him, who had stepped back and were looking at her with fright. "You might want to lead him away now, don't want him eating the seats in here…"

After closing the compartment door, she turned back to her new friends, who were all staring at her with their mouths open. Harry and Ron looked like they had found their hero; Hermione looked a mix of shock and horror.

"That…that was bloody brilliant!" Ron gasped.

"No, it was incredibly stupid! You haven't even STARTED school yet, and you're going to be expelled! He'll tell his father, who will raise problems at the school…"

"Chill, chica, its no big deal. He won't remember anyway. He'll be back to his normal hideous self in five minutes, and he'll think it was some kind of weird vision or something, and something tells me his toadies are too stupid to tell his normal self from the donkey anyway, so problem solved!" she grinned proudly, "So who was that?"

"That was Draco Malfoy…" Harry started.

"Malfoy? THAT was Malfoy?!" she cried.

"How do you know Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

Oh crap, she forgot. "Oh, yeah, I…uh…read about him in the Daily Prophet, his dad's one of You-Know-Who's follower, isn't he?"

"Yeah, and the two big guys were Crabbe and Goyle, they're fathers are Death Eaters, too," Ron said in a hushed voice.

So she finally got to meet the sons of the men she had "worked" with for months. She could definitely see the resemblance.

"Oh! Maeve, look out the window! Welcome to Hogsmede station!" Harry exclaimed, grinning at looks of mixed excitement and nervousness flickered across her face.

This was it, she was here.