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.:Chapter 7:.

Molly wondered how she could torment Draco as she entered the Great Hall. Oh, the possibilities. This year would be very interesting.

She couldn't help but let her excitement bubble over as she took her seat. A few disheveled looking students were already there, half-awake. Molly couldn't imagine why they looked so unhappy about going to school and learning magic! This is what we like to call sarcasm folks…take a good look…

There wasn't any food yet on the table, but it was slightly early—6.56. Molly looked around at the groggy faces and couldn't help smiling to herself. Metamorphmagi don't have to brush their hair, they just go into the bathroom for a while and pretend to do their hair.

Finally, just before she thought her growling stomach could bear it no longer, eggs, ham sausages, pancakes, French Toast, fruit salad, yogurt, tea, and coffee appeared on the table. I'm so damn hungry! Molly took some green tea, yogurt, and fruit salad. I love to talk about food… All of the students suddenly appeared, as if drawn by the delicious smells.

Soon enough, owls swooped down into the room bringing the daily post. Donagh, Molly knew, was probably asleep in the owlery, but the Prophet owl swooped down to her instead, bringing her the newspaper. She paid him a Knut and he swooped off. Molly was definitely too excited to read a newspaper right now, so she shoved it in her bag for reading material later.

Finally, it was time to go to Potions Class. Her first ever not-alone class! How exiting was this?

Molly was the first person into the room, not even Snape. She still wasn't sure if she liked him or not. What if he blew her cover?

Around eight, the other students filed into the room. Molly had taken a seat at the front of the room, right in the center.

Here come the Gryffindors! She thought.

Everybody sat in the back, Gryffindors in the left corner, Slytherins in the right.

Molly, not being one to want to be left out, immediately migrated to the back of the room, too. But, which side did she sit with? Her "own kind?" or the people she wanted to get to know? Molly took a seat next to a tall, red-haired boy with a long nose.

"Hi," Molly said.

"Er—hi," said the boy.

"What's your name?"

"Uh—Ron. Weasley."

"Look at that! The newbie had a chance with the hottest guy in Hogwarts, and now she's hitting on Weasel filth!" Draco called from across the room.

"Weasel filth? Someone told me that YOU are the weasel! Does Professor Moody ring a bell? Weasel boy?"

"Who the hell do you think you are? For a new girl, you sure are bitchy!" Draco cried defensively, while Gryffindors made that "Oooh!" sound that signifies a burn.

Perhaps, Molly thought, she had made herself some friends with the Gryffindors. They seemed like a nice bunch.

Snape swept into the room. Draco and Pansy shot her a dirty look, but Molly coolly imitated their looks before turning her attention to the front of the room.

"Today, we are studying the Draught of Death," Snape began. "You will have partners. Malfoy, you are paired with Parkinson, Crabbe with Goyle, Here Snape names other Slytherins and Gryffindors that I'm too lazy to dream up Brown with Weasley, Potter with Patil, and Granger with Ma-O'Connor."

A bushy-haired girl peered at Molly next to the boy known as Harry Potter. Gosh, he was hot! But back to business. Molly and the girl known as Granger took new seats next to each other as Snape wrote the ingredients down on the board with his wand.

"So, Granger, do you like Potions?"

"You can all me Hermione, and, no, I don't like Potions, but I'm sure that if we had a different teacher, I would like it. Do you like Potions?"

"Yeah, back in, um, Chincoteague, it was one of my favorite subjects."

"What school did you go to?"

"Um—Ponysnort School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Molly was going to have to remember that. Ponysnort. Weak, but it was going to have to work.

"Really? I thought that was in Richmond?" Damn. Ponysnort was a pretty lucky guess! Who knew it was that close to her supposed hometown?

"Well—yeah, but I commuted there each day. You don't live near here, do you?"

"No, I suppose you are right. Where do you live now?"

"Connemara, Ireland." Molly said. That was one thing she had decided on.

"Wow. It must be beautiful there!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah, it is."

"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to our school. I hope you have a good time here."

"Thanks!" Had Molly found a friend?

I love acting bitchy towards Draco ;-) I only wish I was as quick on my feet as Molly…it took me a good ten minutes to come up with a comment like that!