Sorry for the delay of the second chapter, school started and I didn't have much time.

disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. (Even though I would like to.) The song lyrics in this chapter are from . I am NOT one of them.

warnings: song lyrics, cussing, violence, and sexual jokes. For mature audiences only. Also, since HBP would originally have a big influence on this fic, it doesn't. I have chosen to keep Dumbledore alive, and make Sirius also be alive. Just a heads-up so people won't exactly be leaving me remarks telling me that they died, and they should not be in this story. Voldemort is dead, and so is Draco's father. So, don't try to prove you know more than me.If you do, I will kindly tell you to read this little bit right here. Thank you.

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Chapter One Arrivals, Introduction, and Raging Hormones

A tall, lanky man of about 30 sat at a dark, mahogany desk in eastern Pennsylvania, looking out the window across the school land. The grass was a bright green, as it is summer at the moment, and various students were laying leisurely on the lawn, wearing the royal blue school robes with the Salem's coat of arms, a spout of silver stars coming from a wand, emblazoned on the right sleeve. Everything looked so peaceful, and the man wanted nothing but to lay out on the grass with his students, maybe sipping pumpkin juice and eating cauldron cakes.

But, today wasn't one of those days, unfortunately. He was loaded with paperwork, as it was the first day of term. He sighed, turning back to a lengthy piece of parchment from a woman in Philadelphia asking about her son's nourishment at the school.

The thing that happened next made the man yelp from shock, cracking his head against the wall in his haste to stand up. The man sat there, rubbing his head, and looking into the eyes of none other than his father-in-law, Albus Dumbledore. The man turned his name tag that read HEADMASTER BANGLE in blocky, blue letters over and over in his hands nervously and Dumbledore brushed off his robes.

"Hello, Everett," Dumbledore said calmly, looking into the man's eyes and smiling.

"Hello, Albus," Everett said. Him and Dumbledore weren't exactly on good terms, but they managed.

"I'm here to ask a favor," Dumbledore continued, sitting down in a chair and sighing. "It has come to my attention that the 7th year boys at Hogwarts have very big egos this year." He looked at a picture of Everett, an attractive blonde woman, and a young, attractive black-haired girl, who were, no doubt, Everett's wife and child, also Dumbledore's daughter and grand daughter.. "The boys started a fight the first feast, and I have came here to ask a favor. I have talked to Gretchen already, she is more than happy to let Rainiecome to my school and finish up her education, whilst also popping the boys' egos for me."

Everett was speechless. He mouthed wordlessly for a few minutes, then stuttered, "Rainie will stay at the school, no doubt?"

Dumbledore nodded. "She will have her own dormitory to herself, and guests if she feels so inclined to have any stay with her."

Everett sighed. "If it's what Gretchen wants, I guess I have no choice."

Dumbledore grinned, clapping his hands together. "Right then, it's settled. Rainie will arrive tomorrow at Hogwarts on the Hogwarts Express at 7 PM, no later, no earlier. Till then, have a lovely day." Dumbledore walked back into the green flames, dissapearing.

NEXT DAY

Everyone was muttering, sitting in the Great Hall, and not touching anything. Dumbledore looked content, as did the teachers, eating food and laughing. Suddenly, the Great Hall doors burst open, and a marvelous sight (to the guys, anyway) walked in, Filch behind carrying her luggage.

It was a girl, about age 17, with jet black, wavy hair to her mid-back. She was slightly pale, though the kind that flattered her, instead of making her look sickly and pasty. Her figure was skinny, and short for her age, currently wearing a black t-shirt reading "Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap" in white, tight blue jeans, and black converse high-tops. Light brown freckles dusted the bridge of her nose softly. The best thing about her was her eyes. They were a dark green, yet a light blue at the same time. They were almond-shaped, and outlined with black eyeliner. She looked up at Dumbledore, and her face crinkled into a smile, showing off pearly-white, normal-sized teeth.

Dumbledore smiled, saying softly, "This is my grand daughter, Rainie Bangle. She has transfered here from America, just for you boys. I think you will find her most enjoyable."

Rainie laughed, and said, in a light, happy voice, "Aw, grand-dad, you're embarrassing me!" She ran, and gave him a hug, looking around.

The boys looked stunned. She also saw the girls scooting away, looking disgusted and looking at the boy's placed, making it obvious most of them had erections. She noticed two boys in particular, one with jet-black hair, one with white-blonde, both who were looking the most stunned of them all. She released her grand-dad, and said, "Uh, ok, boys, line up right here in front of this chair, so I can see if you are suitable or not." She conjured herself up a soft chair, sitting in it as the boys lined up.

She scrutinized them, then either approved them, or scowled and called, "Next!" Last, the only two left to be accepted or left behind was the blonde boy and black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy went first. He had on a black, tight shirt, showing off his sculpted muscles, from Quidditch no doubt, and baggy jeans, black vans on his feet. She noticed his eyes, a bright, emerald green. She saw the scar, and immediately knew it was Harry Potter. She smiled, and asked anyway, "Name please."

Harry stuttered, "Parry Hotter, I mean, Harry Potter." He wiped off his upper lip with his sleeve quickly, and revolved in a slow circle for Rainie to look at him once, stumbling slightly.

Rainie laughed, and grabbed his shoulder to make him stop moving. "All the wrong moves, all the right motives. I'll see you on Sunday, eight-o-clock AM, don't forget, ok?" she said, amused.

Harry nodded, and joined the approved group, consisting of only Ron, himself, Seamus Finnigan, Blaise Zabini, Zacharias Smith, and Terry Boot. All from different houses, Harry mused inside his own head, and he sat down to watch Malfoy be scrutinized.

Rainie raised her left eyebrow elegantly as the blonde boy walked up to her confidently, and slightly arrogantly. Draco Malfoy, she thought at once. She again asked, "Name please."

"Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet a beautiful girl such as yourself," Draco drawled, lifting up her hand and kissing it softly. He looked up at her, and smiled slightly.

Rainie smiled, putting her finger under his chin and standing him up straight. "Right height, looks about the right age," she mumbled to herself. Since he was wearing a baggy David Beckham jersey, and baggy jeans, white Nikes, she couldn't see how he was shaped, unlike the other boys she had chosen, all whom had been wearing tight shirts. "If I may ask, will you take off your shirt?"she asked, sitting back in her chair.

Malfoy smirked, nodded, and pulled off his shirt, revealing such defined muscles the other boys looked envious. He grabbed Rainie's hand, and ran it over his 8-pack softly.

Rainie looked stunned, and nodded. "Saturday, 8 AM," she said, swallowing.

Malfoy nodded, putting his shirt back on and sitting next to the other lucky boys chosen.

Rainie stood up, and said, "I have chosen the ones I feel worthy to go on dates with me. I hope most of you boys have bruised egos, therefor making it easier for my grandfather to deal with you guys. Until tomorrow, goodnight, all, have good dreams and boys, not to be vulgar, but please, take care of the, erm, problems down south.." The girls laughed, and nodded. Rainie walked out of the Great Hall, and all the boys stood up to catch her just muttering her password to a suit of armor, who stepped out of the way, revealing a door, which Rainie walked into, smiling and shutting the door.

Oh, this should be fun, very fun indeed, was the thoughts of seven boys as the students all departed to their common rooms, the seven boys immeasurably happier than all of them.

Well, this was a fun chapter to write, so please, give me more than the one lonely comment I recieved (though I do appreciate it)! Thanks, read and review!

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