Neither boy spent an enjoyable first night at Hogwarts. Ron shared a dormitory with some pretty nice boys, but he just didn't fit in. Neville Longbottom clearly wanted to be friends and Ron wasn't opposed to him, but he wasn't really someone he felt like he could talk to, or go on adventures with. He decided to try and go to bed early. He laid on his four poster and listened to one of the boys muttering to himself. That was Seamus Finnigan and Ron didn't have the slightest clue what he was trying to do over there. He figured it was easier to just not ask. He rolled over and tried to block out Neville's snores. He was pretty good at coping with sound at night. Fred and George didn't exactly keep quiet at any time, for any reason, unless of course they were trying to sneak past Molly. He shut his eyes and wondered if classes tomorrow would be fun. Would people pick on him? Charlie had been brilliant and talented, Bill had been cool beyond words, Percy was a teacher's pet and excellent student, Fred and George were popular and funny. But what about him? He was quiet and gangly and awkward. Everything he owned was secondhand. He sighed and tried to stop worrying and finally fell into a fitful sleep.
Harry was faring much worse. The dungeons were dank and damp and dark. Too many "da" words for Harry's liking. In fact, he could think of another 4 letter word beginning with those letters that he could apply to this situation. He was expected to sleep in a dormitory with Draco, and two of his friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Both boys were huge and had vacant expressions. The only thoughts that passed their thick skulls were the ones Draco planted there. Clearly this was a boy who always got things his way. As everyone else settled in their rooms Harry sat down on a green leather couch in the common room.
A girl with black, chin length hair was the only other student in the common room at the time.
Maybe she would be his friend?
"Hey, I'm Harry," Harry said nervously.
She looked up. "Pansy Parkinson," she said, shaking her head slightly so her hair swished. "What do you want?"
"Um…nothing. Sorry," Harry said, lamely. That hadn't worked well. He sat and stared at the opposite wall miserably. At least he'd get to learn magic, he told himself. This was still an improvement from home. Eventually Pansy left to go to bed and Harry curled up on the couch, squeezing his green eyes shut tight, trying not to cry.
A/N: I'm trying to make the chapters better- thanks for all the reviews! You people make my day. I am smiling cause of YOU!