It was only a matter of about fifteen minutes before Sheya knew everyone's names, and that was saying something because all of the red hair confused her. The food cart had come and gone and everyone had gotten something to nibble. Sheya had as usual gotten bored and had whipped out her CD player to see if it was working. To her amazement it did, probably because she was not yet inside the castle grounds. Sheya and Renee knew that electronics didn't work inside the castle grounds because Hermione had taken the liberty of informing both of them in long winded detail, assuming obviously, that they had not read, Hogwarts, A History, which they had.
"Where is The Darkness!" Sheya asked.
"Go find a nice old broom closet to hide in." Renee countered, sarcastically.
"No I mean the CD, dumbass." Sheya snapped back.
"I know what you mean." Renee said in a matter of fact voice, "Front pocket."
"What is 'The Darkness'." Hermione asked.
"You must mean who is The Darkness." Sheya corrected Hermione, "They are a band, a fuckin' awesome band."
"Why don't you listen to something else? You have been listening to that ever since you burned it." Renee asked.
"Burned?" Ron inquired with a confused look on his face.
"Its when you copy music to a CD, right?" Harry asked Renee, pretending that he wasn't sure about what he was talking about.
"Yea, that's pretty much it." She replied completely oblivious to the fact that he had singled her out.
Suddenly the hot blond guy burst into the compartment and exclaimed, "I love you Sheya! I have always LOVED YOU!"
"I love you too hot blonde guy!" Sheya cried.
He ran over to Sheya and they started having crazy, spastic, hot sex on the compartment floor with everyone staring at them. Poof.
"Sheya," asked Renee, "Are you spacing out again?"
"Huh, what?" she asked still in a daze, giggling maniacally while sinking deeper into her oversized MCR sweatshirt.
" Never mind you were probably just thinking of something nasty...again", Renee said amused.
"Is she okay?" Ron asked nervously.
"Oh yea, she was just having orgasms...again," replied Renee while staring down Hermione whose mouth was agape in shock. In the mean time Ginny was giggling wildly and Ron and Harry were staring at Sheya.
"What! It's not like it wasn't true. Fifteen year old girls have to satisfy their urges somehow, its not like they can play with socks," she stated." One has to use their imagination to picture doing things... with people...and I'm going to stop now...cuz, yea," she finished managing to completely disappear into her sweatshirt.
"Smooth," said a voice behind Sheya. She looked up to see the attractive blonde guy from the other compartment looking down at her with a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth. Sheya, who was not in the least bit disconcerted by this sudden meeting replied, "Do you always sneak up on people like that? Cuz if not you should do it more often."
"Get out Malfoy," said Harry through clenched teeth. It was obvious to both Renee and Sheya that they were the only ones in the compartment not glaring at the newcomer. The other boy merely rolled his eyes and left, but not before shooting a last glance at Sheya.
Even though the other boy had left Sheya could feel that the tension in the room was not lightening. Well this looks like it is going to be an interesting year, Sheya thought to herself. My sister will hang out with these guys, while I can say for a fact that I'll be with the blonde guy. Of course Harry is drooling over Renee and she doesn't even notice, I almost feel bad for him. Wait! NO I DON'T! He just kicked out MY guy. Why do people have to be so stupid? Damn, this crowd certainly isn't lightening up, she observed as she looked around the compartment. Man, I have to do everything myself, she sighed as she fixeda stare on Renee. It was only a matter of seconds before Renee noticed her and they proceeded to have a staring contest, which ultimately resulted in both girls giggling madly.
"Well as exciting as that was, I have to go get changed before we get to the castle," Sheya stated almost as a reminder to everyone else. At the height of 4'9" Sheya was legally handicapped, although she was rarely reminded of it. She found that being short was often very advantageous, she could fit in places others couldn't, and while her legs were short, she was surprisingly quick. On this occasion, however, she found she was not quick enough to make it out of the compartment before Hermione started giving orders to everyone.
After she changed Sheya didn't have the slightest inclination to go back to the sea of red hair, as she was now calling the compartment, so she decided to wander the train again. She walked to the very back of the train where she and Renee had originally been and found the so called "Malfoy" in their old compartment. She went in and quite nonchalantly plopped down in the seat across from him, he however, was not paying the slightest bit of attention to her.
He looks like he didn't even notice me come in, she mused. What the Hell? I know he isn't that dumb, I mean its not like I was quite coming in or anything. So that means he is ignoring me, well that won't do, I can't exactly talk to a nice rock now can I?
"OWW," Malfoy cried out partly in surprise and partly in actual pain. "What was that for?"
"What?" exclaimed Sheya in mock innocence.
"You kicked me in the shin."
"So, be a man, suck it up," she replied ever so coolly.
" You know I've never actually understood that term, "Be a man". What exactly constitutes being a man? Who sets the standards? Women? Because if they do that is completely unfair and unjustified, they have no idea what it is like to be a man." At this point he paused for breath, while Sheya took the opportunity to share her side of things.
"Oh it can't be that hard. Horny, sex. Horny, more sex. Horny and oh yes let me see, hand! So you have to clean your sheets more often than we do, at least its not because of blood. You don't have to cross you're legs in skirts, you don't have to play house once you're married, unless you're a feminist and then you play house and have a job. And oh yea, you don't have to have a thing growing in you for nine months until one day its fourteen inch head decides to pop out of a much smaller opening," She finished, slightly enraged.
Draco let out a low whistle, "Okay, someone had a little too much sugar today."
"Sorry, but nature makes me really mad, it played a cruel, cruel trick on my kind," she half apologized, half explained.
"Well if its any consolation I won't force you to cross you're legs when you wear skirts."
"Who said I did?" she answered mischievously. Then wanting to change the subject once she saw the amused look on Malfoy's face she asked, "So what was with that other guy and the whole "Get Out!" thing."
"He's an ass," was his simple reply.
" He didn't look very ass like to me, although, I didn't get a very good look at it," she informed Malfoy. "He was just, well, boring." Draco smirked at this comment.
" I never found out what your name was."
"That's because I never told you," she replied with a smile. Deciding she had played the mystery girl card long enough she added, "It's Sheya, and you?"
"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," he said self importantly.
"Okay Bond, James Bond," she replied sarcastically.
"Oh, and this is from the girl with no last name, " he inquired with the same tone of voice.
"Yup, I guess you'll just have to find that out later," she informed him, deciding at that moment that she had not indeed used the mystery girl card to its full potential.
When the train arrived at the Hogwarts stationHarry suddenly felt his spirits plummet. All during the trip he had been having the time of his life. Renee was smart, funny, exciting, basically unlike any of the girls he had ever known. He had spent the whole trip sitting next to her, joking and laughing, he loved her laugh.
This is horrible, thought Harry as he got one of the thestral pulled carriages for himself, Hermione, Ron and Renee. She smiled at him as she got in, he felt like he was melting inside. I've known her for about seven hours, and I already can't stop thinking about her. Fuck, this is worse than when I liked Cho. I'm so completely screwed.
"Harry, hey Harry", He snapped out of his thoughts as Renee waved her hand in front of his face. "You alright, you kind of spaced out there," she said while trying to suppress her laughter.
"Yea I'm fine. So...ummm, what house do you think you'll be put in?" he asked her, glad to be talking.
"Oh I don't know, they put that hat on you and it decides, right?" she asked, then continued on before anyone could answer. "Yea, I read about it somewhere."
"Hogwarts, A History," Hermione interjected.
"What?"
"The book. Was it 'Hogwarts, A History'?" she asked again somewhat excited.
"Hermione, what is it with you? No one has ever read that bloody book except for you," Ron joked with her.
"No, I think that was the name of it." Renee said thoughtfully. "But I don't know, my mom kind of shoved a book at me before I left and was all like, 'Here, read it'. So I did, cuz there was nothing better to do, but I didn't pay attention to the title or anything. It was all about Hogwarts though, so I figure its probably the book you mentioned " she said motioning at Hermione. Renee paused in the following silence, then slightly embarrassed, "God, is that weird? To read something and not know what it is? Yea it is. Man, that is weird, I never thought about it before," She laughed. Harry thought it was amazing how she could laugh at herself like that. He had never had the ability to find something amusing about himself, especially when others thought it was weird.
"Anywho, back to the houses. I don't know. I don't even really care what house I get put into, you know. So long as its not Hufflepuff, I think I would kill myself if I was put in Hufflepuff," she said quite seriously. "I mean, every house has some sort of special quality. Gryffindors have the bravery thing going for them, Ravenclaws are like crazy intelligent and Slytherins are cunning in an evil sort of way," Ron snorted at this comment, as if she had just said a mouthful. Renee continued, eyeing him carefully, "But Hufflepuff is like the place they put you if you don't fit anywhere else. Like the misfit house or something. I mean I know everyone says that its where the hard workers go, but maybe they are working hard because they know they don't fit anywhere else in the school. You know, kind of like they have to prove themselves to others to be accepted or something," she finished, her words becoming softer as she did so.
Everyone in the carriage was silent, not looking at each other, each person individually processing what had just been said. The only noise was the squeaking of the wheels, the sound of hooves clicking on cobblestone and loose rocks, and the pounding of the rain on the hood of the carriage.
"I'm sorry," Renee started suddenly, running her hands through her hair, as far as the curls would allow.
"What?"
"Why?"
"Huh?" Ron, Hermione and Harry all asked at once.
"Well, I was really rude. I mean I just you know, insulted a whole house from your school, which I have never been to and therefore know absolutely nothing about. Therefore I had no right to talk about it the way I did," she explained. "I'm just, ugh, sorry," she added, slightly frustrated.
"You didn't have to apologize," Hermione said shocking Ron and Harry. "Everyone knows the Hufflepuffs are misfits, I guess we just never thought about it in that much depth," she concluded smiling.
Harry could tell Hermione liked her, she was someone she could have conversations with, without having to stop every five minutes to explain what she was talking about. The four continued to joke and laugh as they had on the train, they continued in this vein all the way up to the castle.
Draco had never been more interested or irritated by anyone in his life, well with the exception of Harry Potter, but the irritation was mixed more with an overall violent dislike. But Sheya ( with no last name) was witty, unpredictable, and had a biting sense of humor. He was utterly attracted to her. Of course it didn't hurt that she was incredibly cute, as she bounced around every which way.
Damn, thought Draco who was sitting across from Sheya in the carriage they were sharing with Crabbe and Goyle. She was mercilessly and skillfully tormenting the boys with a chocolate frog and a Yo-Yo. This could become incredibly inconvenient. I've never been this interested in a girl before, it could materially damage my image as the Hogwarts Millionaire Playboy. On the other hand if I play this right it would get rid of the Pansy problem. Draco gave an involuntary shudder. He had broken up with her at the end of fourth year after the Yule Ball and she just hadn'tlet it go. She had followed him around all last year and had taken it upon herself to become Draco's number one stalker. The restraining order had gone into effect last week.
"Are we there yet?" Draco was broken out of his train of thought by Sheya, who was now impatiently awaiting an answer to her demand. Apparently she had tired of Goyle and Crabbe, who were now fighting over the yo-yo, Sheya was nibbling at the chocolate.
"Why?" He smirked "Are you so eager to leave my company?"
"Anything has to be better than those two baboons, three minutes of them and I already want to throw them out of the window," She replied with an impressive glare at the offending parties. Instead of responding he just shrugged and looked at her. She was really quite little, yet proportionate, as if one had taken a regular sized person and compacted them. She had extremely long, thick, black hair, that reached just past her waste. Her eyes were almond shaped and green, like Potters', yet they had a knowing quality to them and something mischievous as well, which only added to her mystery.
"You'll never win you know"
"What?" He asked curious, letting the smallest of smiles spread across his face.
"You know what I mean." And the funny thing was he did. He would never be able to figure this girl out, he knew that already, and yet that only made her more appealing. He just smirked and continued to look at her right in the eyes. She returned the gesture.
