Jamie's Notes: Well here it is, chapter two! I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 2 – Home At Last

Harry sighed and looked at the struggling first years as they entered the great hall, soaking wet as usual. He looked up to see a particularly ragged looking girl and snorted as she waved and giggled to her friend pointing at him.

'You have to be used to the pointing by now,' Hermione exclaimed so only he could hear. 'I mean it has been happening since our first year hasn't it?'

'Yeah it has,' Harry replied, looking determinedly at his plate. 'But this is different, they weren't staring at me last year when they thought I was a raving lunat...'

'Doyo tink data un ood oh me,' Ron spluttered through a mouthful of mashed potato. Hermione looked scathingly at Ron as he gulped down a tumultuous mouthful, Harry could have sworn a troll wouldn't have trouble fitting in his mouth.

'Excuse me Ronald, but do you think you will ever learn table manners like the rest of us?' Hermione asked matter-of-factly. 'There's no way any girl will go after you if they see you eating like that!' Ron blushed his deepest shade of scarlet looked down rather hurt.

'Not everything is about looks Hermione, I thought you for one would have realised that by now!' Ron retorted.

'And what's that supposed to mean?' Hermione piped up angrily.

'Come off it you two! It's only the first night, and you two are already fighting like an old married couple,' Harry exclaimed. As he looked up he saw Danica and Stacey, the two girls from the train earlier staring at him intently. 'Maybe this is all just a waste of time.'

Ron looked up just in time to see Harry shift uneasily in his chair and shoot a terrified look over to the Hufflepuff table. 'C'mon they aren't that bad,' he said looking over at the two make up clad girls. 'I'd give anything for those girls to be looking me like that!' Ron exclaimed.

'Trust me you wouldn't. You have no idea. They try any way to get your attention only because you're famous. They don't care about you at all. I mean c'mon, land dwelling super grindylows!' Harry finished, looking rather disgusted.

Hermione giggled in a very Hermioneish way. 'I think all the girls now think that you're even more of a hero for saving those two from the terrible land dwelling super grindylows. If you didn't want any more attention, that story sure isn't helping now!'

'Oh great, just what I need,' Harry retorted. 'How much longer have we got, I'm ready to go up to bed!'

No sooner had the words finished escaping Harry's mouth, when Albus Dumbledore stood up and the room immediately fell silent in awe of their headmaster. 'To our new students, I bid you a humble welcome, to our older ones, a humble welcome back,' Dumbledore stated. 'This year, let us hope they we can all fill our minds with wisdom and cleverness, however now is not the time for words of either the two, so all of you, off to bed,' and with a flourish of his wand the doors to the great hall sprang open.

The sound of scraping chairs reached Harry's ears as he quickly got up and scrambled to the doorway of the Great Hall.

'Harry where're you...?'

'Common Room, I'll meet you there, you've got to show the first years where to go remember!' Harry yelled back at Ron over the mass of people all trying to get out of the Great Hall at once.

'Oi midgets,' Harry distinctly heard Ron yell as he finally managed to scramble through the massive wooden doorway.

It's good to be home, Harry thought to himself as he climbed through the many secret passages towards the Gryffindor tower.

'Password?' The Fat Lady said in her usual drawl.

'Chivalry,' Harry replied, glad that Ron and Hermione were prefects, so he didn't have to wait outside for everyone to turn up.

By the time Ron and Hermione appeared with the scared looking first years, Harry had settled himself in his favourite spot in front of the fire, and propped a book over his face, to hide from another onslaught of female beasts. Ron immediately walked over and left Hermione to show the first years the notice boards and stairways to the dormitories.

'They look like they get smaller every year don't they?' Ron asked sitting in the comfy arm chair next to Harry.

'Hmmmm...what? Harry replied. 'Oh yeah sure.'

'Harry are you alright?' Ron asked inquisitively.

'Yes I'm fine,' Harry exclaimed from around the corner of his book. Ron didn't look completely convinced but let the matter drop. The truth was Harry had been preoccupied watching Ginny walk across the room, out of the corner of his eye, with her fifth year friends. He was startled to find himself looking at Ginny like that, but let it drop and turned to look at Hermione as she sat down beside him on the couch.

'Why are you hiding behind a book, Harry?' Hermione asked.

Harry flicked his head in the general direction of a group of third years giggling madly from a corner of the common room. 'Them,' he explained.

'Harry this is silly,' she said as she pulled the book from his grasp, laying it on the table in front of them. 'Especially if you don't want to become Ron's slave for six months!'

'C'mon Ron this is stupid, why are we even doing this?'

'Because, it'll be a good change from the usual. We've never really had much... Well I've never really... and you've had Cho, but well yes, as I was saying we've never really gotten to... well as you said earlier, girls, they're a mystery to us!' Ron managed to stammer out finally.

'What am I, some form of horrible alien sub species?' Hermione asked irritatedly.

'No you're, well you're Hermione, that's all,' Ron said calmly back. Harry could tell straight away that Ron had said the wrong thing and quickly stood up.

'I'm really tired, ready for bed Ron?' Harry asked.

'Umm, no not, well ok I'm coming,' he replied, looking at the scathing look on Hermione's face.

'Night Hermione!' Harry yelled over his shoulder as he began walking towards the staircase. 'What are you doing?' he exclaimed loudly looking towards Ron as they walked towards the boy's stairs. Harry had to muffle his laughter as he realised that what Ron was trying to do, was strut!

When they reached the dormitory Harry couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a burst of laughter.

'What's so funny?' Ron asked gazing at Harry clutching his sides for support. Neville, Seamus and Dean looked up from the corner they were conversing in to see what the new noise was, and greeted their fellow sixth years before going back to their conversation.

'Don't ah worry,' Harry managed to let out as he climbed up from the floor onto his bed finally calming down.

'Do you really think we'll be able to get anyone?' Ron asked lying on his bed while fidgeting with his bed side table. The contents were neat and tidy, and Harry knew Ron was rather worried.

'Of course,' Harry replied. Although he knew he didn't believe this himself. His mind was still downstairs wondering why he had been staring at Ginny from behind a book.

'Thanks Harry,' Ron said, closing the curtains around his four poster.

'This year is going to be a strange one,' Harry whispered softly enough so that Ron wouldn't hear. He laid down and took his glasses off, all thoughts about his bet completely forgotten as he realised how good it was to be home, for this was Harry Potter's true home.

Jamie's Notes: Well here it is Chapter Two, and now that you've read it please review, we'd love to hear anything you have to say, even if you're telling us how to fix it! Remember to be happy and smile :D

Jamie