Hello again! We're here in the second chapter! Yaaayyyy!!! Now this one will be fairly longer than the last chapter, so I guess that's a good thing? Uh, I know that I said that this MIGHT be a Dramione fic, but every time I lay it out in my head, it doesn't turn into one. Don't worry, he won't be paired up with Mayson either. Let's just say no one will be paired up with anyone else. But please, don't let that be the reason to stop reading and/or reviewing!

Um, this fic will be humorous/friendship with a teeny tiny bit of romance. Again, please don't let the pairings (or lack of pairings in this case) keep you from reading this. Oh, by the way, Draco will be OOC in this fic, 'cuz that's just how it goes. You'll understand IF YOU KEEP READING!

Disclaimer: Unless my name is J. K. Rowling, which it isn't, then I don't own Harry Potter or anything associated with it. Oh darn!

The train slowed down as it pulled into its final destination; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Mayson sighed and tore her gaze away from her hands in her lap to look up at her friends. Hermione looked back at her and smiled warmly.

"So, are you ready for school?"

Mayson nodded and watched as the three got up. She made a motion to get up before Hermione stopped her. "Aren't you going to change into your robes?"

Mayson looked at the three and saw that they all had black robes on, the Gryffindor symbol emblazoned on them. She then looked back down at herself and her clothes. She was wearing a light gray shirt that was tucked into dark gray shorts. Black suspenders hung from the shorts to give it a sort of rocker look. She had on black and gray striped thigh-high socks with black shoes. She raised a hand up to touch her head where a black beanie clung lightly to it. All in all, it was muggle clothes.

"Er, you see, I don't have any." She looked down sheepishly, a blush on her face.

Hermione froze, her mouth hung open slightly, and she just stared in front of her. Not a good sign, not a good sign indeed. Harry and Ron knew this for they stood behind her, flinching slightly and holding their ears, getting ready for the explosion they knew was to come. Mayson realized this was a bad thing and brought her knees up to her chest so that she was now curled into a ball in the seat.

Unknown to the four, their door had been opened, yet again, and in the doorway stood the platinum blond ferret of Hogwarts, desperately trying not to laugh.

Draco watched as the train pulled into Hogwarts and sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. He had already changed into his robes for the day so he decided to stick around the train a little longer before going into the hell hole called school. Big mistake.

As soon as he stepped foot out of his cabin, something hit him—literally. Draco got up from the floor and situated himself. He turned to look at the thing that dare tackle his sexy self. He raised his wand, ready to hex the heck out of it, when he froze. He had seen a flash of black hair and a muffled, "Drakie-poo…" confirmed his theory. He swiveled around and threw open the cabin door closest to him.

The sight that greeted him was enough to make him giggle with girlish delight. This would be weird, so he stuck to keeping it bottled inside. This did not stop him, however, from cracking a smile so big that it would make even Dumbledore think the world was ending. His glee was cut short when he heard a groan coming from the side of him.

He threw himself into the cabin, slamming the door shut, causing the four to unfreeze. The sudden interruption caused Hermione, Ron, and Harry to fall back into the seat behind them. Draco cast a Silencio and slid into the seat next to Mayson. He put his arm around her and covered her mouth. He shot the others a deadly look, making sure they understood that if they reveal him, he would make this year especially brutal.

Hermione looked at the others and rolled her eyes. She stood up and made her way to the door when a hand stopped her. She turned around to tell Draco to let go, when she found that it wasn't him. It was, instead, Mayson.

She looked at her as if to say, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Mayson gently removed Draco's hand from her mouth and spoke. "Hermione, think about it. Whatever's chasing him is probably bad. And if it finds him, it's going to find us. What will happen then?"

Ron and Harry snickered silently behind their hands at the sound of Pansy being referred to as an 'it'.

Only Hermione caught wind of what had just happened, when they heard footsteps. They all froze once again until the footsteps faded away. Mayson looked outside the window and watched as a distraught Pansy exited the train.

She sighed and whispered, "She's out," low enough for only Draco to hear.

Draco visibly relaxed, his arm now resting limply on Mayson's shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly. He removed the spell, resting his head on hers and closed his eyes.

Hermione, Ron, and Harry witnessed this with a look of bewilderment on their faces. Hermione realized she could speak again and remembering what had just happened, she exploded.

"What in Merlin's name just happened?!" she screamed, jolting Draco and Mayson out of their reverie, causing them to realize their position, thus making them separate to the opposite ends of the seat.

"Well, Granger, since you are obviously not the smartest witch of our age for I have to tell you what happened even though you just witnessed it yourself," Draco drawled, saying the next part slowly as if he were talking to a small child. "I ran in and shut you all up so that I—"

"That's not what I meant you oversized ferret!" Hermione snapped, cutting him off, and startling everyone in the cabin. (Except for Draco, 'cuz Malfoy's don't get startled.)

He arched an eyebrow as if to say, "Then what DO you mean?"

Hermione closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, trying to keep from strangling the boy in front of her. "What I mean was, why did you put a spell on us except for you and Mayson? And what was with that little cozy bit just now?! And you," she said, now facing Mayson, spitting out her questions so fast it left no room for answering. "What's with you defending him?!"

"Uh…" Draco and Mayson said, first looking at each other, then at the bushy-haired Gryffindor in front of them. "I have no idea what you're talking about?" They said this with uncertainty in their voices, their eyes darting everywhere but at each other.

Hermione didn't have any more time to say anything else for the door, once again, opened revealing a twinkly-eyed Dumbledore.

"Shouldn't you kids be at the school?"

Mayson looked around nervously as she walked through the Great Hall towards the sorting hat. Although they were on opposite sides of the room, she could feel the tension between the Slytherin and Gryffindor tables cutting through her like a knife.

She refused to look in either direction and decided to just stare straight ahead. She caught the eyes of the headmaster and held his gaze. As she walked, she could feel eyes other than her friends watching her. Knowing that it was because she was a new student AND she was wearing muggle clothes, she smirked slightly and continued to move ahead.

Realizing she was at the foot of the stairs, Mayson stood there for a moment as if contemplating whether or not to take those 2 or 3 stpes towards her destiny. What the heck, she thought. She climbed the steps, throwing caution to the wind. This was the wrong thing to do for when she did that, she let her barrier down, letting in a sneaky little Slytherin.

"Psst! You there?" Damn his Legilimency skills, she silently cursed. "Hello? Answer me, woman!" She inwardly rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yes Draco, I'm here. There's no need to get your panties in a bunch. Now, what do you want?"

"We've gotta tell them."

"Why? I'm not ready to, besides they don't like me anyways so what does it matter?" She looked down, remembering their faces as they got off the train. Harry and Ron's faces were ones that she didn't really care for which was bewilderment and surprise. The one on Hermione's face, however, was the one that really drove the stake home. Although she had only known them a short time, the hurt look on Hermione's face was enough to make Mayson feel immensely terrible.

Seeing this in Mayson's mind, Draco decided to cheer her up a bit. "Don't worry. I don't think that they're really even mad. I think they were just shocked and appalled at our little, uh, show."

"Oh, shut up. If I could punch you right now, I would."

"You mean, IF you could punch. And that's a big if."

She glanced over at him to send him a nasty look, when she found that he was smiling. She smiled back, knowing that he was just trying to help. She was going to respond when a voice from above her head spoke out.

"Well it would seem to me that someone has a certain Slytherin in her mind." Mayson visibly paled. See, as she was having an internal conversation with a certain someone, she didn't realize that she had been placed in a stool and had the sorting hat placed on her head, giving him the ability to read her thoughts.

She glanced at the Gryffindor table and saw her three soon-to-be ex friends. They looked at her, wide-eyed and mouths practically touching the floor. They didn't expect what had happened on the train, but this? This was downright shocking! Not only had she cuddled with him, but now she was thinking about him?! This girl needs to be set straight, they decided, turning away to come up with a plan to help their friend.

Mayson took their turning away as a sign of turning in horror and looked away. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes and sniffled a little bit before she heard a voice.

"Would you like to tell us who this Slytherin is?" She looked to her right and saw an elderly woman smiling softly at her. Professor McGonagall.

Mayson was going to reply with a no when she heard another voice, this time in her head. "Okay, no we've really got to tell them. I mean, I could do it if you want, but I would go all out and make it extravagant and whatnot…"

The voice trailed off and Mayson knew he was thinking of some crazy introduction to their relationship. Shaking her head slightly, she sighed. "You're not helping Draco."

She looked over in his direction and noticed that he made a palm-to-face motion. She scrunched her face up quizzically before realizing what she had done.

She had spoken out loud.

And, there you have it! Ooo, what's going to happen now? I guess you'll have to R&R to find out! Okay, I've decided (and you're probably all gonna hate me for this) to put a review counter on this story and all my other ones as well. So, unless I get about 10-ish reviews, I'm not updating. So update people! (Unless you don't want me to continue anymore, you can just say the word and I'll stop)

Anyway, 'til next time! ^_^