Chapter Sixteen

Kyla Flaversham

The next day, Sunday, Draco had already been up and had gone for a jog around the gardens. He got up much earlier than everyone else and had spent his whole morning exercising. He came back into the Common Room, looking for Mya.

"Where's my Ass?" Draco huffed, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Um...attached to your bottom?..." Ron said, checking if his butt was really attached.

"WEASEL...do you mind!" Draco screeched, clamping his hands on his butt.

"What, you asked where you ass was..."

"I DIDN'T MEAN THAT ASS!"

"You have more than one?...I only have one..." Ron said, looking behind himself.

"Well, you should be glad...One of those is plenty..." Draco laughed.

"HEY!" Ron yelled.

"And, Ron, I call Mya my Ass...long story...don't hurt yourself trying to absorb, okay?" Draco smirked. He looked up and saw Mya, Kyla, Jet, and Noni coming down the stairs. They were all dressed nice, compliments to Kyla, of course, "There's my Ass..."

"Thank you, Draco, for that lovely intorduction..." Mya bowed jokingly.

"Like our clothes? It's the latest fashions!" Jet said, strutting like a model.

"Ya, I like the way that skirt hugs my ass," Ron said, looking at Jet.

"What?..." Jet raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, don't worry about it, Jet...he's having trouble absorbing..." Draco laughed.

"Great catch, Jet...you got yourself a cross-dresser..." Kyla laughed.

"WHAT!" Jet looked at Ron like he had five heads.

"Wait...what?...NO! I only wear MENS clothes...it's...I...I'm confused..." Ron screeched.

"No cross-dressers here...jeez, Ron...don't get your knickers in a twist!" Harry said, sitting in the chair by the fire.

"I wear BOXERS!"

"I'm sure you do..." Kyla laughed.

When they were done fixing Ron's head, they went down to the Great Hall for breakfast. As soon as Kyla walked in, Fred and George practically flew over to them.

"Hello," They said, fixing their hair.

"Hi," She giggled. Ron rolled his eyes and pulled Jet down to their seats.

"HOLD IT! I'm hungry, too, but you DON'T HAVE TO PULL OFF MY ARM!" She screeched.

Hermione and Harry followed them.

Draco and Mya walked arm in arm over to their seats at the Slytherin table. Blaise waved to Fiona and followed them. Fiona said good-bye to Kyla and walked over to her seat at the Ravenclaw table. Fred and George escorted Kyla to her seat. Instead of pissing off Jet, they decided to sit on either side of Kyla, across from Jet and their brother.

Today, Dumbledore had nothing to say. He just waved his arms and the food appeared, as normal.

"So, Kyla...you're from Scotland?" Fred asked, putting some food on his plate.

"Ya," She smiled, coyly.

"What's it like there?" George asked, pouring some juice into his cup.

"Oh, nothing like here..." She said, looking around, semi-awestruck.

"Eh, you get used to it," Fred and George said in unison, putting some food on their forks. Unlike Jet and Ron, they only just started eating.

"Oh, I plan to..." Kyla smirked.

Fiona snuck over to the Gryffindor table and so did Blaise, Draco and Mya. Fiona sat down next to Kyla.

Kyla did a double-take, "Fiona...are you wearing a sports bra?"

"Um, ya...when don't I?..."

"Why in GOD'S name are you wearing a sports bra!"

"Ya, Fiona? Why are you wearing your shirt, too?..." Harry joked.

"Harry!" Fiona screeched.

"Oh, I'm only joking," He laughed.

"Kyla, what's wrong with a sports bra?" Fiona asked her, forgetting Harry's remark.

"I've told you this a thousand times! You have a great set o' knockers...show 'em OFF! PUSH-UP BRAS! PUSH-UP, PUSH-UP, PUSH-UP!" Kyla had stood up now and everyone in the Great Hall had turned around and was looking at them. Fiona and Mya stood up from either side of her and tried to pull her down quietly.

"Ya, Fiona...I bought you a nice push-up bra for Christmas..." Jet said, for once, looking up from her food or from Ron.

"But, Jet...it's pink...you know I just hate pink..."

Kyla gasped, "You said that on purpose...please say you said that on purpose, just to get me flustered..."

"Sure...just sit down, Kyla," Fiona laughed out of embarassment.

"Whatchya lookin' at, there's nothing to see here!" Mya screamed at everyone. They all turned around and continued to eat.

Fred and George were both looking at her with open mouths.

"What?" She giggled, flipping her hair.

"Did you just talk about bras to all of Hogwarts?" Fred asked.

"Well, I guess you can say that..." She blushed a little.

"That's bloody brilliant...I'm thinking we should, Fred..." George said, nudging Fred.

"Should what?" Ron said, swallowing hard on his food, plopping his fork on his plate.

"I think so, too, George...I knew she was it since we first met her..." Fred said.

"What?" Jet said, also putting down her fork. Ron and Jet were looking at them intently, waiting for their answer.

"We want her," They pointed at Kyla, "to be our secretary...for our jokeshop...you know...Weasley's Whizbees,"

"Jokeshop?" She said excitedly, "Ooh, I always love a good laugh...and to have cute twins as bosses...well that's just a bonus...I accept!"

"HOLD UP!" Ron screeched. Before he could stand up and make another scene, Jet, held him down.

"I don't advise you to do so, Kyla...but if you do...you can't say that I didn't warn you..." Jet said.

"What can be so bad about being a secretary?"

Fred and George hadn't been paying attention, they were blushing, "You think we're cute?" They asked in unison.

"Well, of course...look at those faces! Well, all you need is a bit of a hair cut...maybe a little gel...yup, that would about do it!" She said, fixing their hair, one hand per twin.

They blushed deeper.

Jet and Ron rolled their eyes and began to eat again.

Later, they all went to Hogsmeade. Jet and Ron went to Honeydukes, there was a sale. Mya, Draco, Fiona, and Harry all decided to have a round of butterbeers in the Boar's Head. Hermione and Blaise went clothes shopping. Kyla, Fred and George went to the ice cream parlour. Everywhere else was overflowing with students, that was the only empty place.

"So, the jokeshop has been on the down low..." Fred started, after they ordered their shakes.

"Ya, our mum's a bit skeptical of our business..." George added.

Kyla looked surprised, "Well, I can't see why..."

"I love this woman..." The twins thought to themselves.

Kyla took a sip of her strawberry shake after the waiter placed it in front of her, "So, what kind of job would I be doing?" She asked them.

"The paperwork," George started.

"All the sales," Fred continued.

"All the prices,"

"All the new merchandise,"

"Stuff like that..." They said in unison.

She nodded, drinking some more of her shake.

"And if you don't mind..." George asked her.

"We'd like you to test out some of our newest items after we invent them," Fred said, thinking for sure that this would make her bolt.

"Oh, ya...that's fine with me," She said, holding out her hand for a handshake from each of them to seal the deal.

"Brillliant..." They smiled. George shook her hand first, then Fred.

"First think I think we should do is go in Zonkos...see what we're up against," Kyla said, finishing her shake and standing up.

"Righto," The twins both said, standing up, leaving the money on the table. She held out her arms for the boys to hook onto her. She had Fred on one arm and George on the other.

"So...tell us about this Kyla girl...doesn't seem to mind leaving her life-long friends for the Weasel twins..." Draco half-joked.

"Well...she's always been a little..." Mya searched for the word.

"Boy crazy," Fiona finished her sentence.

"Ya, that's it,"

"And that doesn't bother you none?..." Harry asked.

"No, we're used to it," They said in unison.

"We always have fun with her when it comes to just the girls...she really doesn't hang on the boys all that much..." Mya assured them.

"She just gets one and then shes satisfied...I don't know...I think it makes her feel accomplished or something..."

"Don't get us wrong, she doesn't use guys...she just values her girls over them..."

"Ya...girls...we don't really..." Harry started.

"Care..." Draco finished.

"Oh, all right, you did ask..." Mya answered back.

"Well, we didn't exactly want her biography," Harry laughed.

"Back to us..." Draco smirked.

Mya rolled her eyes.

"What? It hasn't been about us in a while..." Draco kissed her.

"Oh, your always lookin' to get some...and you always know how..." She laughed in between.

"Ya, and what about us?" Harry asked Fiona.

"What do ya mean? You're hot, I'm hot, they're...um...always hot," Fiona said, nodding to Mya and Draco, who were now making out, "We're just..."

"Hot?..." Harry asked, leaning closer.

"Ya...we're damn hot..." Fiona kissed him.

"Hey, Hermione! What about this smashing ensemble?" Blaise asked, holding up a tube top and short shorts.

"Blaise...who uses 'smashing,' anymore? My mum says that to my dad..." Hermione giggled.

"Well, forget the adjective...what about the outfit?"

"Well...I don't know..."

"What? Didn't you say that you wanted to show them what their missing...the 'unprude Hermione,'?..." Blaise asked her.

"To tell you the truth, Blaise...I really am prude...I mean...I get disgusted just by perverted remarks...I'm just..." Hermione looked down. She was ashamed that she lied about something so stupid like that.

"You're just what? Your just nothing! I mean...you're everything to me...unprude or prude...you're my girl...and I wouldn't have it any other way..." He hung the outfit back up, kissed her on the forehead, and walked over to the turtlenecks.

"Oh, HEY! I'm not that prude!" Hermione screeched.

"Oh, look, Ron! Chocolate Frogs...a SICKLE a PIECE!" Jet giggled, piling some chocolate frogs into her shopping basket.

"It's a dream...pinch me..." Ron squealed.

Jet pinched him.

"Ow, I didn't mean it!" Ron screeched, rubbing the back of his arm.

"Oh, sorry, sweetie...Well, I think we've practically cleared out the store..." All the remaining customers had taken cover under empty candy barrels or were flat against the wall. The cashier was staring horrified at Jet and Ronnie.

They put all of their baskets full to the brim with candies onto the counter.

"A-and you're taking all of this...are you putting anything back?" The cashier asked, shakily starting to ring up some of the merchandise.

"Yes, we'll be taking the lot..." Ron said, happily. He felt good that he could actually afford all of that candy.

The cashier's face of horror turned to a greedy smile, "I should tell you...Honeydukes has never sold this much candy within and hour...it's a record..."

"Well, you should expect it when you have such a good sale!" Jet said, matter-of-factly.

"Well, yes, I suppose so..."

Later, everyone met up on the cobblestone path back to Hogwarts. Jet and Ron were tugging on their wizard bags, failing to lift them off the floor.

"What did you buy in Honeydukes?" Mya asked them.

"Only...everything..." Jet said, pulling harder.

"Draco...why don't you help them..." Fiona said, stifling her laughter.

"Ya..." Draco, effortlessly as always, took the two wizards bags from Jet and Ronnie and hoisted them on his right shoulder.

"Thanks, mate," Ron said, out of breath.

"No problem..." Draco smirked.

"What did you get in Zonkos?" Ron asked his brothers suspiciously, looking at the many Zonkos bags that they and Kyla were holding.

"Oh, nothing that you should worry your little head on..." Fred assured him.

"Just some things that we need to...improve on..." George added. Kyla giggled.

Ron felt uneasy.

When they reached the castle, Kyla, Fred, and George had to go to Gryffindor and everyone else had to go to Wolvensoir. Ron was skeptical to leave the new girl with his brothers, but he had no choice.

After they put all their stuff away, it was time for dinner. They all went downt to the Great Hall. They noticed, that instead of the regular four house tables, there was an extra one, a smaller round one, in the middle. Dumbledore came up to them.

"What's that extra table for, Professor?" Harry asked him.

"It's your house table, Harry...Wolvensoir..." Dumbledore answered him.

"It's official...we have our own house..." Fiona said.

"That's right, Fiona...It's official..." Dumbledore escorted them to their new table, and then went to his seat at the staff table. He told all of Hogwarts of the new official house, spoke of little things around Hogwarts, and then started the dinner.

While they were eating, Dumbledore, once again, came down to talk to them. He brought his chair with him by a simple locomoter spell. He sat in between Harry and Fiona.

"There's something else I wish to tell you all...The staff and I have discussed it...and we want you to host another ball..."

"Okay!" Jet said excitedly.

"Yes, Brigitte, that's just the answer I had hoped to hear. That's the attitude we want to reflect on the ball...excitement...thrill...catch my drift?" Dumbledore winked at them and left the table, his chair behind him.