Chapter 8: On the Train to Alliance (Oreana.)

Oreana groaned as she walked through the isle of the Hogwarts express a little before eleven o'clock on June couldn't find her brother anywhere and he was supposed to have her trunk with him. Given the fact that he was the person she gave her trunk to for safe keeping, she wouldn't be surprised if he left it on the platform. With this thought, Oreana stepped off the train to look at the nearly empty area of platform 9 ¾ to see if her Neville was anywhere to be seen, but he wasn't.

"Neh-vi-ill, where are you?" She murmured to herself. As she climbed back on the train walking for what seemed like the hundredth time down the aisle. She came to a halt just before the compartment where Potter, the Grangers and the Weasley's were seated. She hesitated before walking on and opening the door.

"Have you seen my idiot brother by any chance?" Oreana demanded to the occupants stunned expressions.

"No," Luna said dreamily cutting the awkward silence. "Oh and here's todays Quibbler Oreana."

"Thank you," Oreana smiled as she turned to the twins, Fred and George Weasley. They were the only ones in the Weasley family that she tolerated. "Here's is yesterday's issue of Quidditch Today; I'll give you todays when I'm done with it."

"Thanks Oreana!" George waved as she slipped out, not before scowling at the others. Once she closed the doors, she checked her watch, fifteen minutes to eleven.

"NEH-VI-ILL LONGBOTTOM!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. A few seconds later her brother ran towards her.

"Yeah?" He panted bending over to catch his breath.

"Where is my trunk?" She asked sarcastically.

"It's in the luggage cart." He replied regaining some of his composure.

"We can't have it in there my school robes are in it."

"Well it's in there if you want to go get it."

"No, I don't want to get it, so you go get it." Oreana sneered.

"But,"

"Or you precious plant gets it." She threatened as Neville scurried off. "Brothers." She muttered as he returned minute later with her trunk. "Follow me." He followed as she led him to the compartment where Luna and the others were. Turning to him she said.

"There are your friends." She said as she walked off finding another empty compartment in the next train car. Even though only 12 of them rode the train the Hogwarts Express still had its many cars attached. After she put her trunk away on the rack above her, she sat down sideways with her backside resting on the wall opposite the door and her legs and feet claiming the rest of the booth. The train started as she opened the latest issue of Quidditch today inside of the Quibbler magazine that Luna gave her just in case she came over. As Oreana as reading an article about the Ireland and Americas game, she heard a knock on the door and it opened before she could say anything. Already seeing who it was due to the glass of the sliding doors a smirk grew wide on her fac.

"You're really hard to track down you know that?" Draco exclaimed coming in without so much as a hello, followed by his brother Avery.

"If's that's your way of saying hello then you'll regret it later." Oreana warned them.

"Hello." Avery said wearily clearly not wanting to be there as Oreana nodded approval.

"Hi- anyways back to what I was saying," Draco continued as Avery put their trunks up on the rack. "You are hard to track down. I even had to ask-"He cringed "- Harry Potter." Oreana's smirk grew wider. "Did you just use Potty's full name? Wow you've got some class Draco. Next thing you know you'll be calling the She-Weasel: Ginny, the Weasel: Ron, the Mudblood: Hermione, and the Thing: Trista!" She mocked.

"Wait," Avery said catching on, glancing at his brother's confused expression. "Potty, She-Weasel, Mudblood, Weasel and Thing?!" Oreana nodded looking back at her magazine. "We only use two of those, where did you get the rest?"

"Please little brother don't you listen to a word I say?" Oreana here," Draco pointed at her "hates those guys more than I do."

"That's true." She pointed out.

"Now shut-up Avery or we might make an enemy out of her before I finish my business proposal!" Draco hissed.

"I can hear you, you know," Oreana said happily putting down her magazine. "And now you've my full attention, I'm intrigued."

"Well okay. Here it goes, we all hate the chosen one and his little friends and" He was cut short by Oreana whose hand was out and a disgusted look on her face

"Ugh! I'd have preferred it if you called him by his real name if you're going to call him that!" She exclaimed. "Just call him what you always do, Potter."

"Okay fine, Potter. We all hate them and we're the only some-what sensible Purebloods going to this pointless thing, so I was wondering if" He trailed off.

"Say no more. But I have some conditions to this little 'friendship'." She retorted. Draco leaned back expectantly. "Leave my brother and Luna out of whatever you do to Potty and his gang. Use everything you've got during Quidditch on me, and do not insult me! Or it'll be your biggest regret." She held out both her hands and each of the Malfoy brothers took one.

"Deal." Draco said smiling while Avery gazed sourly at the ground.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to give this to the twins." She explained slipping out of the compartment.