Disclaimer: I don't own. I only own Riona. Joy.

A/N: Oh my. I felt like acually starting another story. And, yes, I will try and keep up with this. I've gotten major writers block, and joy, I can't continue. -.-;

Feeling Known

Kathryn Ella/Short 'n Simple

Summary: Can a previously unknown girl befriend the Gryffindors and pals, and help them find true happiness within themselves? Matchmaking and pranks. Chaosity ensues. Lord knows what else.

: Chapter One, A feeling of dread. Usual. :

Riona Jenkins rested her chin in the palm of her hand, and rested her elbow on her knee, siting cross-legged. She sighed and blew a choppy navy blue tuft of hair from her eyes. She scratched her cheek, her nails a black and white checkered pattern.

A feeling of dread raked her body for she knew this was going to be another year of boredom and loneliness. And she knew she would be watching from the sidelines during activities, like the ball, and trips to Hogsmede.

Maybe this year would be different, she might make friends, might even find a gu-

Riona sat up and snorted, amused by her own thoughts.

Who would want to befriend a metamorphmagus? I mean, a freak who can change her appearance at her slightest whim. Only useful for the others entertainment. She thought bitterly to herself. At least, thats what she's heard her fellow dorm-mates say.

She blinked ferociously, backing away the tears that threatened. "Emotional freak to boot." She spoke to no one in general. Her usually soft voice cracked, hoarse, as it had gone dry while her tears still threatened.

She could only think of a few people who could tolerate her being for more that five minutes. The one person she would enjoys being mates with would be Hermione Granger, one girl she had met up with on several occasions during her long stays at the library. Not that they had talked, mind you, for Riona was to shy, but she had seen her, reading a muggle novel, or studying, always chewing on the tip of her sugar quills or scolding one of her two best friends.

Best friends... She thought once more.

The train lurched to a sudden stop and began moving again, most sliding doors opening and slamming shut.

Riona let out a small yelp as a green toad jumped into her lap, and her compartment door opened. She hastily stood up on her seat, hitting her head up against the luggage compartments, and let out a scream of pain, falling onto the seat again. As she landed, a book fell from her opened bag above her head and bounced atop her head and onto her lap.

She grunted and rubbed her head, opening one eye staring at a lanky boy, she barely recognized him, but he bore a Gryffindor crest on his robes. He held the toad in his hand, he must've grabbed hold of it in her haste to get it off of her. Riona sighed.

"Sorry." He said, rubbing the back of his neck, "Trevor must've slipped into the compartment when the train stopped."

Riona nodded, "It's is alright, just hit my head a bit, I mean, it's not your fault. Frog just startled me, is all." She looked down at her book, one of her muggle romance novels. Her face flushed as she stared at the cover for a moment, turning it over, before this boy saw it.

"Well, I'm still sorry, Trevor seems to hop off whenever he feels like it.." He smiled lightly, ignoring the blush that was fading.

Riona smiled, and nodded, not sure of what to say.

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable, and turned heading for the door.

"Wait.. I.. " She said quietly, glad to have someone talk to her.

He turned and looked at her, and blinked, confused.

"Just... Nevermind..." Riona turned towards the window, watching the castle grow closer, a faint smile adorned her face. She listened to the compartment door close, and let her appearance change once more.

Her hair grew in length, and was now a fire hydrant red color, and her eyes now a piercing silver. Her body shrunk in size, now giving her the petite sized body, evened out in all the right places.

She just stood, and changed into school robes, her Hufflepuff crest hiding under her thick red hair. She sighed, and sat, waiting for the day to end.

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Neville Longbottom blinked, confused. He stroked Trevors spine with his finger lightly, thinking, but not paying attention. He stumbled and caught himself, entering the compartment beside him. He looked at his friends and classmates, and smiled.

He held Trevor up in the air, "Found the little bugger, hopped into a compartment when I tripped." Hermione rolled her eyes, and Harry and Ron gave short laugh. "The strangest thing is, the girl whose compartment he hopped into was a bit odd. Don't look at me like that Ron, I didn't do anything to her!" Ron lowered his previously raised eyebrows, and laughed.

"Was she a doll?" Ron asked. Hermione hit his arm, "Ow!"

"Ronald, must you have such a one track mind?"

Neville rolled his eyes as another small argument had begun, and he turned to Harry. "She was so odd. Weirdest appearance I've ever seen." He shook his head.

Harry eyed him, "How so?"

"Blue hair, Harry, who in their right mind has blue hair?"

Harry chortled, "Honestly? I'm not surprised we have someone who is different."

The argument between Ron and Hermione suddenly grew louder. "Seriously, Ronald! Couldn't you have said somthing with a bit more respect! I mean really-"

Ron shook with anger, still not sure what he had done wrong, "All I asked was if she was a doll! Not anything rude, I swear it woman! Your off your rocker! Are you on that... that... thing... What does Ginny call it? Oh, yes, the 'Crimson Tide'? Because I hear it causes you woman to be a bit mood-"

Hermione let out a yowl of rage and smacked him as hard as she could on the chest, "Shut up! Shut up!"

Ron rubbed his chest, "Hey.. That hurt."

Harry and Neville looked toward each other, and began to double over with laughter, but soon silenced.

The compartment door slid open, and a young man stood in the way, two large oafs standing behind him, "Honestly, Weasel, Mudblood, could you two be any louder? I swear it, the whole train is hearing you two's little lover's spat." He grimaced, looking from Hermoine to Ron, and shaking his head, "You two are worse than two gnomes durng mating season, honestly."

Ron's face grew red with either anger, or embarrassment, and he took a warning step towards Malfoy, and Draco sneered at him, regaining normal posture. The two stared at each other for a minute, tension heavy in the air, but Malfoy turned to leave.

"Sorry Weasel, don't have time to fight with the likes of you. I've got an acual girl waiting for me in my compartment..." With that said, Malfoy let the door slide shut with a slam, and a cold laugh.

A moment later, Hermione let out a hiccup, and a sob before running out of the compartment.

"'Mione!" Ron ran out after her, leaving Neville and Harry alone.

The two young men looked at eachother and sat in scilence for a few minutes.

Neville continued with his conversation from earlier, "She was... rather pretty though.." He felt himself flush.

Harry grinned, "Really now?"

Neville nodded, "Yeah, she had the prettiest blue eyes, sharp features-" The train began to lurch. Neville, now beet red, stood abruptly, "That's us, c'mon." He walked out of the compartment briskly, heading for the carriages, looking for that familar face.

Harry just stood, smiling, and walked out of the compartment, taking his time, wondering if Ron found Hermione, and wondering who this girl was that Neville had met. His thoughts soon turned to a redheaded beauty he had given up. He sighed, and remained quiet until the feast.

A/N: Oh, yes, please review. I would love you forever. And, no, I'm not thinking of Making this a Neville/OC story, he's just how she meets the Gryffindors, unless.. you want me to let her have a bit of romance too...