Chapter 3: what the F&%K?!?
Draco's P.O.V.
What is it today? Get smacked by teenage girls day?! "What the HELL granger!" I screamed at the dirty mudblood. "Serves you right, ferret!" I hate it when they call me that. "Go and …" I was cut off by that weird American girl.
Tori's P.O.V.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! What in the hell is going on here?! Have you lost your minds? You're all going to get us in to trouble in front of the normies!" They all stared at me then, especially the red headed guy. "Yea, we got to find a more private place", the supposed Harry Potter looking guy answered back. Then it hit me, the limo! "Where's that limo? We could go in there." They nodded, but Draco looked extremely miserable, then finally nodded in assent. We all walked out the front gates to the car parked outside on the curb. They all piled in and I was the last, so I shut the door.
"Okay, so… who are you?" the brunette asked me, the group started staring at me again. "My name is Victoria Whitney, you can call me Victoria, I am from the U.S. and I'm one of the exchange students going to Hogwarts this year. Who are you guys?" The Harry Potter-esque guy started introducing them starting with himself, "I'm Harry Potter, these are me mates, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and My Gir- my friend Ginny Weasley who is Ron's sister." I nodded at each person as they were being introduced. "So…" I replied. "You know Draco?" Their expressions were priceless; they looked like they just swallowed something hot but couldn't spit it out. "Yes, well, Malfoy goes to Hogwarts with us." The girl named Ginny responded. "Ohhhh, I got it, I didn't know you were such good friends," I replied sarcastically. Ron and Harry turned a light shade of green when I said that. "Well since I'm head girl, I think we should take you 'round London, we know all the best places to shop." Draco looked happy when Hermione said that, he could probably leave me now. "Of Course 'Draco' should come too." He nearly fainted at that. "Wait! My best friend Sam is here too. We need to go and get her!" I flipped out my cell and speed dialed her number before anyone could say something.
"Hey girl," Sam answered brightly. "Hey Sam, where you at? I met a bunch of people; you need to come hang with us." Where we would go, I wondered. "Hold on Sam, hey guys where are we going to go?" I held the phone from my head as they had a group huddle. "We're going to Diagon Alley. Where is your friend?" Hermione asked me, so I had to put the phone back to my mouth. "I'm at the Tate Modern with Daniel, come pick us up!" Sam must really like this guy. "Alright, we'll be there in a few, I'll call you when we get there, okay?" The rest of the group looked skeptical about this Daniel guy. "See ya, Tori!" I flipped the phone closed and put in back in my pocket. "Driver, to the Tate Modern Museum please!" The driver nodded and put the car into gear. "So, what is this Diagon Alley place?" I asked. "Well," said Ron. "It's one of the best places in the wizarding world to get stuff, they have wicked good brooms and supplies for classes, and robes too." He smiled back at me. "That sounds awesome. Can we go in the Tate before we go there though? I've always wanted to go," I looked at the group pleading. "Sure, we haven't been in it either."
We sat in awkward silence on the way to the museum, so I tried to break the ice. "What year are you guys in? You look like seniors, but that's just a guess." They all looked a little confused, except for Hermione. "In America, instead of using numbers for the years you're in, they use names. The seniors are the seventh years, juniors are the sixth years, sophomores are the fifth years and freshmen are the fourth years, is that right Victoria?" she looked back at me expectantly. "That's right, when we start school we are about five, and it goes from kindergarten, first, second, third and so on until eighth grade, then we reach High School, and that's where we start using the names." Everyone looked completely confused. "It's really not as complicated as it sounds," the driver interrupted, "We have arrived at the Tate Modern."