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Chapter Four: Get A Grip

I had slept out in the living room that night. It felt the safest down there. I don't know why, but it just did. The next morning I was a very grumpy person. My parents seemed very perky with eachother, and I did not want to destroy that so I offerred to apparate to Kings Cross Station on my own. They looked at me gratefully and allowed me too. Heck, if they said no I was going to do it anyway. It felt better with their permission though.

I grabbed my luggage and magic-minimized it to the size of small miniature boxes and placed them into my pockets leaving my wand out and grabbing one book bag to place around my shoulders. I was ready. Well, as ready as I was going to be for now.

I then apparated from my room to Kings Cross Station, wanting to leave my "home" behind. I hope I never run into that damn french man again. How was he reading my mind? I hate it when people do that. It reminds me strongly of Professor Dumbledore. Oh goody. Another, younger, form of him. Just what I needed. Well, maybe the heavens wont be after me this year, and I will not see him ever again. Even though I felt a slight thing inside of me who wanted to see him. Just so I could kick him somewhere special again.

I looked around the station and found platform 9 3/4, which I ran into quite quickly. I was greeted witch many smiling and crying faces all around. Oh booger. Such a complete soap. Gag me with a spoon. Ok, I really don't want anyone to do that. Don't take me seriously.

I strolled over to the train and didn't even bother waiting to look for my friends, or for them to find me, and just hopped on like it was nothing. Believe me, it was nothing. I easily went to the Head compartment. Might as well go there, no need to be modest about being Head Girl.

As I layed down my bookbag, I kept feeling someone watching me again. Dammit, I hate that. I turned around and found myself staring at Ron and Harry. They kind of had a faraway look on their faces.

"Hey...Hary, Ron" I nodded and smiled slightly at them. They nodded back and stared at me as if I was a giraffe or something. God help me if I was a girraffe.

"Well, did you guys have a good summer?" Hermione asked skeptical of them. They both just nodded. Men of many words. Lovely. "Well...yeah we did. But we might as well tell you if you haven't been reading the Daily Prophet" Harry said to me weakily. Lovely. Weak men were never good in bed...What? It is true you know. As I've heard.

"What is it?" I asked still skeptical of them.

"In the Daily Prophet, they had an article about...someone's death." Harry said quietly. I blinked."And?!" I almost shouted becoming impatient. Just get with the point already!

"It turns out that Draco Malfoy died. He leaped out of his window, which was 5 stories high!!" Ron shouted. "Keep it down!"Harry hissed at him. "Sorry mate"Ron put on an innocent smile.

"Is that what you two are so wigged out about?!" I scowled at them. Why should they care about Draco Malfoy? Something was not right here and I didn't like it one bit at all.

"Well, we just thought you would want to know. He was suppose to be Head Boy this year" Ron shrugged and looked away towards the side of the compartment. "Oh, well who is the new Head Boy?" I asked tapping my foot on the ground.

"No one. Dumbledore said that he thought we would be seeing more of Malfoy even though he is dead. The man is mental I tell you! Mental he is, and he needs to get his damn priorities straight!!! Ahhhh! What has the world come to!!!!!!???" Ron ran around frantically waving his arms in the air like there was no tomorrow.

I simply placed a hand on his shoulder and pulled him back towards the seat. "Breath Ron. Breath. It is going to be ok, child" I stated patting his head lightly. He scowled at this and stood up mumbling while the train gave a jolt, sending him to the floor. "Why me!?" he shouted at Harry and I. Lovely. I can't answer that for you my dear.

I shook my head and sat down awaiting the long train ride home. Goody.

The train stopped right in front of Hogwarts, and I couldn't help but smile up at it as Harry, Ron, and I all stepped out walking towards the carriage. I think this was going to be a very interesting year. Very interesting.

Well, that was an...interesting, chapter. Short, yes I am still working on the longness of it all. Lol. Oh well, read and review!Plz kthx