Summary of the last chapter: They all were in the Diagon Alley when someone calling herself Akizuki Hiragizawa violently erupted in front of them. She "presented" them to none other than Draco Malfoy, her friend. Oh, also, we can't forget Ron crashing in the wall of the Leaky Cauldron.

A/N: Since it's been a VERY long time, here's a new chapter! Oh, and, words between … are things I add or ask. And (always an 'and') I know Akizuki looks like a Mary-Sue… But that's what I like about her! Weh, he, he… Sarry… --

September 1st and trouble already!

"It's already 10 o'clock, everyone!!!" shouted Molly Weasley, red of anger because nobody was up on September 1st, you know, the day they had to be at the platform nine and three quarters at 11 o'clock. Yeah, that day. They were a 'bit' late and at the last minute, like always. It would have been nonsense if any Weasley had woke up early on this important day.

Fortunately, at least, Hermione Granger hadn't changed that part of her. She still were very serious about school. Since it was her last year, she thought it would be very lightheaded to give up six years of hard work. She was going to study at lot again, but she was going to add little activities to her days and nights… What kind? Oh, well, you only have to read this story farther to know it… But I'm sure you already have some perverted ideas, am I not right?

Hermione, ready to go, dressed in a black mini-skirt with a blue undershirt do anybody knows a better for 'camisole', which is in French?... and a white bolero, entered silently in Ron's room where he and Harry slept. Two seconds after, we heard a long hysterical scream…

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!"

From Ron.

"HOW DARE YOU?!!!" he ejaculated fiercely (this time with a lower-pitched Is this the real word? voice), pointing his finger at Hermione who was laughing so hard that she was almost crying.

"We… have… ha-ah…to… go-to-school!" she said, tying to regain her calm.

"You really got him..." Harry laughed.

"Yeah, sure, isn't it, handsome?" she demanded to Ron, smirking.

"Haaaaa… It's NOT funny!" he said, sulky in a very cute way.

"Oh… you're soooo cute, Ronnekins!" she exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek, just before running out, adding a little "we're late". The younger Weasley brother became as red as his hair, while Harry started laughing again, seeing his reaction.

"Don't even TRY to make a comment!"

"Er… Alright," Harry winked.

They felt silence and Harry looked at his watch: 10:30. Oh, damn! They were really late! They kicked their own asses off (to go faster, of course) and finally, 10 minutes later, everything and everyone was downstairs, ready to go.

"Okay," started Mrs. Weasley, "So we've got Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, Fred and… where's George? GEORGE!!"

You all found the problem: the second twin was missing naaaah, really?. They only had 20 minutes before the train would leave for Hogwarts. They couldn't miss it!

The newly bad (not bald – don't be confuse) girls ran upstairs in hurry; of course, they came across George who was coming the opposite way… and what was due to happen happened, they entered in a head-on collision with him!

'Bing, bang, bang, bing!!!' great sound effect, I know

Oh, well, George was up…. I mean, down.

"WE ARE LATE! WHAT WERE YOU DOING? IN THE CAR, EVERYONE!!!" yelled the mother. "HURRY UP!!!"

"Mom, I'm not George," said the twin.

"Me neither," said the other twin.

"Um… Yeah, right," sighed Ginny, "Nobody is."

"Well, ANYWAY, GO IN THE CAR!"

"I… think we shouldn't argue…" whispered the one who was Fred.

"Right, go with to flow!" shouted Ron.

xxx

Several seconds after (because it can't be calculated in minutes, since they almost got a car accident by traveling to the station), they arrived at the platform nine and three quarters out of breath (you have to understand – they had run a long way on their feet) and precipitated themselves in the Hogwarts Express, which was already smoking.

"I think we should –ahhh- hurry!" tried to pronounce Harry, knowing that nobody was listening to him.

Ron, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny and Hermione jumped in the train, hair and clothes flying in the fierce wind they had created. A second later and they would have miss the Hogwarts Express (once again for Harry and Ron).

"We've been short on time…" realized George with a sigh.

"Nah, really? You learn me something." Responded Gin, coldly.

George sulked in his corner.

"See you later, alligator! Eww… No. That's too ugly to be said," continued Ginny, thinking about what she had just said out loud.

"Exactly," repeated 'Mione, "see ye later, guys, we're going for a run!"

"A run?" asked a dumbstruck Harry.

"Heh, heh!" let out Hermione, a strange look printed on her face. "Maybe you'll know some day…"

On that, the two bad girls went out of the compartment, searching for adventure somewhere on the train… Or, well, not adventure, but something interesting, if you know what I'm talking about.

xxx

"Where can we go first?" asked Hermione, regarding at her long-date friend. Ah, sorry, she's not a prefect…

"First? Bathroom! We can't present ourselves with our hair like this and without make-up!"

Hermione answered a little "you're right," before turning back the other way, ready to go back to the compartment to take her things. Ginny stopped her, demanding her where she was heading. When Hermione told her, she exclaimed with a bit of mystery:

"Of course we're not going to take our old stuff! What where you thinking? I've got a little surprise for you, girl."

The next thing she noticed was that they were at the doors of the washrooms. They we're going to enter when they heard a sob coming from the boy's side. Too curious to ignore it, they entered where they should not have and they saw…

…none other than Draco Malfoy, once again.

When he saw them, he straighten up fast, turned his back to them and tried to dry the tears that had fell from his eyes. From what they saw, he didn't seemed proud to be surprised in this position… which could be easily understood, regardless.

"What are ye doing here?" asked Draco, trying to keep his face on. ah… well, not to loose it, you know…

"We could qualify this of 'trying to discover which boy was sobbing in the washrooms'. You see, it's not often we hear someone crying in the boys side," explained Ginny, a bit… well, bitch.

"Go away, you bitches!" he spitted (heh, he's clairvoyant!) with a pooch like his.

"Yeah, right, we'll leave you alone while we can take revenge on you 'cause you honor's at its lowest," Ginny Weasley said.

"Gin'! How dare you?! I know it's – I mean he's – Malfoy, but we still have a heart, don't we? We've got style, but we didn't waste our mind!" protested Hermione, caring.

The red head girl went silent, thinking. 'Mione was right. They still had their old personality. Whatever would happen, they shouldn't let their image take on their mind. Aboard the Hogwarts Express, she promised she'd stay the same old Ginny, who cares about people and whose favorite activity is to admire the Boy who Lived, Harry Potter. Now she new it. She new hadn't really changed. She knew she had been named Ginny Weasley because she was Ginny Weasley.

"You're still brilliant, 'Mione. I'm sorry, Malfoy," she finally answered.

"I… arrrgh!" he frowned, "I don't care about what you say!"

"So you don't care if I repeat you were sobbing like a emasculate in the bathroom?"

"If you tell anyone about THAT, you're not better than DEAD!" he shouted, furious and honor less.

Hermione and Ginny looked at him, grinning. He seemed better the other day, when Akizuki was there to calm him. Well, anyway, it seems there was a problem in his life, other than his jealousy for Harry, of course…

"I' scared," gaped Ginny, without any expression.

"Me too," added Hermione. "Got any problem that's worth your tears?"

"None of your business!" he spitted, coldly.

"We can always tell the others…"

"Stop it, Gin'. C'mon. He'll say one day, I swear it," swore the brown haired girl, turning back to leave the boy's room. Approving with a lift of her eyebrows, Ginny followed her. The next moment, they where in the girl's washroom, "make uping" I know it dosen't exist… themselves with bran new war painting and combing their hair that now resembled the pictures in the magazines. They were ready to start the year at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

xxx

When the train arrived at the station, everyone, encumbered with their furniture, went out of the train. The majority of looks converged to Hermione and Ginny, who now had a style that didn't leaved cold the hormones of adolescent boys you know how they are, ah ha.

"FIRST YEARS THIS WAY!" screamed a voice that most of people recognized as the one belonging to Hagrid. The Golden Trio smiled at him like old friends do and continued their way until they saw carts that the thestrals leaded to the castle. Harry looked at them, wondering of it was a good thing to be able to see those creatures. It meant he had saw death. He had escaped it too, lots of time, but he didn't knew how much time he still had in front of him…

The others, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George, were already in the vehicle.

"Well, time to start our last year at Hogwarts," started 'Mione, a bit of sadness in her voice.

"Not for me…" sulked Ginny.

"Harry, do you think/" she looked around. "Er… Harry? Harry!" She saw him outside, untroubled in the rain as it flew down his face. "Ahhh, dammit! We gotta get out to get him!" Alliteration… really basic, I know.

They flung the door open, got out of the cart as it leaved the place for the castle. The twins tried to stop the vehicle as the others ran to catch Harry who hadn't move an inch. Fred and George jumped in front of the thestrals, but because they didn't saw them, they passed through and almost hit the cart. The only had the time to get down under it.

"Damn!" yelled Fred to his brother, kicking the socking grass.

"It seems will have to walk all the way to the school…" mumbled the brother in question.

They walked pitifully to the others and told them they have been useless. Hearing the news, the remaining of the group shoot a dark look to Harry because he was the one to 'blame'. It was raining, they had their furniture, they were a little tired… and now they would have to walk to Hogwart's Castle? Ah…

"I guess we've got no choice," told them Ron.

"I guess we have," answered a voice that they didn't recognized right away. Who was that? It hadn't been so long since they heard it… Oh, yes, they remembered…

"What do you want, Akizuki?" asked Harry, not really interested in what she was saying.

"I thought you needed help to go back to Hogwarts, but if you don't need me…" she said, going back to her furniture which were not far away, but enough to seem very small with the perspective.

"Let's hear your idea…" accepted Harry, even if he saw in her little 'subtle' game.

"Okay!! So, it's very simple: we take our brooms. Brilliant, eh?"

"Ahhhh…" understood Hermione, "How can we have been so stupid? It's obvious!"

"Indeed. And guess what? We'll have to enter by flying in the school!" she exclaimed, happily.

"Um…Right. Anyway, I have a little problem: no broom," explained 'Mione.

"I'll take you!" ejaculated we can say that… right? the twins in the same time.

"Hey, I said it first!" shouted Fred.

"No, it's me!" answered George.

"You're lying! I take her."

"You don't! It's me."

"Shaddup," cut the Asian. "Ron, you take her."

"But, hey…" protested Fred, walking towards Hermione to grab her.

"Grrrrr!!"

"O…Okay, Ron, take her…" he said, 'scared'.

The group, not even asking what Akizuki was doing there because they didn't care, took their brooms out of their mallets. They mounted on them and flew in the crying sky. As they tried to see the castle, they let the wind meddled their as it liked. They seemed happy. All of a sudden, they forgot all their problems; they only knew they were flying, far from earth. That was happiness. After all, they weren't almost all in Gryffindor Quidditch team for nothing.

"I'd like to stay here forever…" said Ginny with a soft voice. "Particularly if I had a skirt."

"Gin'! You're not really saying that?!" exclaimed George, shocked by her sister.

She giggled and made a front flip with her broom, not daring to answer to his troublesome brother. When she finished her figure, she saw that the group was not far from Hogwarts. Already? Oh, well. Everything had an end.

xxx

In the castle, the sorting ceremony had begun. The hat had finished his song and half of the new students now had a house. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. Dumbledor alive, yeah was applauding a first year when McGonnagal asked to talk to him. She whispered in his ear: "We're missing students. You won't be surprised of their identity. It is Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny Weasley and…"

"Ahhhhahahahahahhhhhhhhh!!!" a Tarzan-like yell came out from one of the left windows which broke into pieces over the frightened screams of the students in the Great Hall. It was, you guessed right, the crazy ethnic girl.

"-kizuki Hiragizawa!"

The place felt silent as Hermione, who couldn't stand the mess they had done when the entered, repaired the antique window, as soon as she put a foot on earth with the remaining of the group. Even if she had changed style, she didn't want to interrupt the ceremony much longer. She whispered to the others to sit down fast around Gryffindor table. Akizuki Hiragizawa, for her part, followed the alley that lead to the teachers table. She made a reverence and took the Sorting Hat that laid on the table.

"Professor Dumbledor, we're sorry to be late. We've got a little problem and… Anyway, we're here, now, aren't we?" she said as she put the hat on her head.

"Slytherin, Surizarin, Serpentard…" she thought, wishing it would place her there, with the snobbish riches. "Slytherin? Those cunning folk using any means to achieve their ends? Alright. I don't understand, but I see the will, a quality needed in Slytherin. You are sure you don't prefer Gryffindor? Fine… SLYTHERIN!"

The Great Hall was still silent.

"Alright, sir! Slytherin!" she exclaimed while she literally danced to her new house's table. She sat beside Draco who didn't react (all we saw was a thinking bubble in which it hit himself on the table).

The Great Hall was still silent.

A/N: I'm finally finished!! Hope you like it. Yeah, I know about Akizuki. No comment. !! On her, I mean – comment on the story! Reviewing stories IS VERY IMPORTANT. Got it? Yeah, I know you would. Anyway, I really don't know when I'll put the next chapter. So, if you liked this one – or didn't- tell me, I'm open. Is it funny? Or only stupid? Or funny because of it's stupidity? Oh well… Don't forget I'm writing almost anything and I'm French so I'm bad in English. . See ya.