Chapter 4

Okay, really fast. I'm probably going to get in trouble for this, but I felt like writing and I'm mad at my own fic, so I'm going to write her chapter. Kk? Good. Onward to victory!

"Erin?" Sarah paused outside her friends room. "Erin." She knocked on the door. "Erin!" When silence answered again, she sighed and opened the door. "Erin Diane Velist! Get out of bed NOW!" Erin jumped up, hitting her head on the headboard.

"OUCH!" Rubbing the spot, Erin sleepily glared at her friend. "Do you have a reason for waking me up at... whatever un-godly time in the morning?" Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Actually, I do. We have a train to catch, remember? Hogwarts and all that?" Instantly, Erin was wide awake. She jumped out of bed and started throwing her stuff into a suitcase.

"Hey! Don't just stand there, help me!" She paused and looked up. "What time is it anyways?" Sarah glanced at her watch.

"10. And we need to leave in half-an-hour. At the very latest." Erin resumed her frantic packing. "I'll go grab you some breakfast." She turned and walked out, but poked her head in a second later. "By the way, you could always use magic." Sarah smirked, and dissapeared again.

"You could always use magic." Erin mimicked in an annoying voice. "I could have used that information a while back!" Erin shouted down the hall. She turned back to the mess and waved her wand.Then she glanced in the mirror. "Oops. I guess I need to get dressed." She muttered to herself.

"Transfigure the pajamas into clothes." Sarah shouted from the kitchen. Erin growled.

"Thank you miss know-it-all!" Waving her wand at herself, she changed the Winnie-the-Pooh pants and top into jeans and a t-shirt that read "Run from the fruit bubbles." The doorbell rang.

"Come on Erin! We need to go! James is here."

"Coming!" Erin grabbed her bags and started down the hall, muttering about stupid redheads.

"I heard that!"

Draco Malfoy stood in the center of the train station and watched the people rush around him. He sneered at them. He could almost hear his father reminding him "Malfoys never rush." So Draco stood, and watched. Potter was over to his left, gaily chatting away. Draco growled. Some people never change. Draco had, though. During the summer before sixth year, Voldemort had ordered his allegiance by the end of this summer. At first, he was just fine with it, as he had been expecting it for years. But then Lucius told him about the ceremony. And more importantly, who he would have to kill. Narcissa might have turned a blind eye during his abusive childhood, but she was still Draco's mother. And that was where he drew the line. When he had shown up in Dumbledore's office the last day of school, he had simply explained the situation. As usual, the headmaster already knew, or at least seemed to. Draco had spent the summer hiding, moving from house to house.

"What the..." Draco had been pulled from his thoughts by two girls, who had just ran him over. Literally. He was currently on the ground with a bag and a girl on top of him. He groaned. What a way to start the year.

"Sorry! We didn't see you there!" And Americans to book. The girls had lept up and pulled the bag off and were now helping him to his feet. One of them stuck a hand out. He sneered at it and got up on his own. He smirked at the shocked expressions on their faces, turned, and walked away.

"Looks like someone's got his boxers in a bunch." Draco decided to pretend he hadn't heard and leave with what dignity he had left.

Sorry, I know it's really, REALLY short. But it was just a random thing. And she's gonna kill me know. So, anyways, we'll get the next chapter out ASAP.

Thanks to TessaCilory for reviewing again! And the caffine pills? Nope, I'm always like this! And AvalanceFan, thanks for the review! Hope you like this chapter too!

I just realized how many exclamation points I put into that paragraph. Wow.

Chao!

Oh, one more thing. I kinda forgot how we were going to be doing some things, so we may just completely rewrite this chapter.