Thank you Nanie, it makes me hungry too! Lol. Anyways, last chapter we met Miaka, and I promise, this chapter will be the best yet, and the funniest. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! That message said, let's go.

Chapter 4 – Yay, Alcohol!

"Umm… hi…" Hermione also stuck out her hand. Miaka, who was grinning insanely, shook her hand so hard Hermione almost fell over.

"So, who you hiding from?" Miaka asked her.

"My friends…" Hermione mumbled.

Miaka looked startled. "Really? I'm hiding here to jump out at people and scare them. It's a great way to make friends."

Hermione laughed. She didn't exactly think the people of Hogwarts would like Miaka's 'Make-New-Friends Plan.'

"Are you heading down to breakfast?"

"Yeah, I guess." The two emerged from behind the tapestry. "B.T.W, sorry I hit you with my bag."

"It's fine." Miaka waved her off. "I'd get hit a lot in my old school. But I can hit back." she grinned.

"Which school did you go to?"

"The Ivy Academy in America."

"Isn't that the best in North America?"

"Supposedly, yep."

The two engaged in serious conversation, and barely noticed when they reached the doors of the Great Hall.

"What's your house?"

"Umm… I live in the USA…"

"No, no! There's Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw…" Hermione trailed off. Miaka had a confused look on her face.

"I just got here last night."

"Oh."

Once in the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall called Miaka up to the front.

"Students!" she said loudly, adjusting the glasses on her nose.

Everyone turned to her.

"We have a new student with us this year. She transferred from the Ivy Academy in the USA."

Miaka waved at Hermione.

"This is Miaka Sasaki. Miaka, sit down and try on this hat."

Miaka sat on the assigned stool, looking very odd. Her knees stuck out, the stool was meant for young kids, not a 17-year-old girl.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Miaka beamed and bounced towards Hermione, her baos swinging madly.

"Didn't I do good?" she asked, grabbing a cinnamon roll and stuffing it in her mouth. The next moment she choked.

Hermione passed her a glass of pumpkin juice. "Yes, you did."

Miaka proved to be pretty good in her classes, though never serious. She lost 5 points from Snape, and was still mooning over it when they entered the Great Hall for dinner.

"I mean, I didn't mean to spill that potion all over him, it just-"

Hermione froze.

Ron and Harry stood, looking at her.

"Hermione? What's wrong?" Miaka asked.

Hermione said nothing.

"STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH, HERMIONE!" Ron yelled, his ears and face red.

BAM.

Miaka had walked right up to him and slapped him full across the face.

"Don't you EVER say that again about Hermione." she said in a deathly serious voice.

Both continued to stare at her. "Hmph. Boys are idiots." Miaka said in a lofty tone, pulling Hermione over to an empty table.

"Thanks." Hermione said, smiling as Miaka began to eat again in a frenzy, throwing crumbs into the air.

Miaka pleaded with Dumbledore to let her stay in the Head Dormitory, saying, 'I promise I'll be good!', and for some reason it worked.

"Nice pad, Hermione!" Miaka exclaimed, dropping her stuff on her new bed. The room had been enlarged and a new 4-poster bed had been added. Both were in Gryffindor colors.

"Thanks." Hermione had just finished putting her clothes in the closet, and was now wearing her pajamas.

"Let's play a game!" Miaka plopped down, a bottle in her hands.

"What game?" Hermione stared nervously at the bottle.

"Truth or Dare." Miaka announced.

"Okay."

"You first, Truth or Dare?"

"Umm… Truth."

"Did you break up with the guy I slapped?"

"No."

"DARN IT!"

A few hours later, both were drunk, and the bottle was only half-gone.

It was Miaka's turn.

"Truth or Dare?" Hermione asked, her words slurred.

"Dare."

"I dare you to…" Hermione giggled. "Go into Malfoy's room and kiss him full on the lips."

I'm sorry, I know it was a bit rushed, but whatever. R&R, next chapter will be verrryyy interesting.