Wow, three updates in three days :) I'm happy with myself! I'll be going to Moncton this weekend, so no updates then, but till that time, enjoy!

"Get out."

Kenzie rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm no happier than you are, but everywhere else is filled. This is the only compartment with some space left."

"Don't care, get out," Draco Malfoy ordered. She shook her head defiantly, and Pansy Parkinson whined. It was almost comical to Kenzie, the way she sounded exactly like a pug wanting to be let out of the house to take a piss. She should be let out.

"Draaaaaaacy-Pooooooooo!" she cried loudly. Everyone winced. "I don't want the filthy Mudblood in our compartment!"

"Neither do I," he seethed through clenched teeth. I stuck my tongue out, shoving my suitcase up into the overhead compartment. It didn't go past his notice, the way that both Blaise and Draco caught a glimpse of her lower back, as her tee had ridden up to expose the fair flesh.

And Pansy's jealous glare was plainly caught as well.

Plopping down across from Draco and to the right of Blaise, she leaned against the wall, letting the train's rocking, jerky movements bounce her head up and down. The oddly gray atmosphere, so unlike the usual September - especially since all of her friend's birthdays were in September, though they'd celebrated last month - that was filled with vibrant gold and red, matched her mood. She really didn't want to be there.

"Dracy-Poo," Pansy started again, her voice just as annoying though slightly quieter. "Tell me more about your summer in Dubai."

She perked up a bit. So, Malfoy and his richy-rich parents went to one of the most expensive vacation spots for the summer? No surprise there, she thought dully. Probably flaunting their rich white money everywhere.

"It was probably the most enriching experience of my life," he sighed, as though the thought bored him. I could plainly hear the sarcasm, but Pansy didn't, and she squealed with excitement.

"There's a mall there, you know!"

"Yes, though it's hardly the size of Diagon Alley. Not nearly as clean." Kenzie let out a bark of laughter. "Not that you would know clean, Thorne. You're blood is as filthy as the ground you walk on in the pathetic little hovel I easily believe you live in."

She rolled her eyes, unfazed by his pathetic excuse of an insult. He easily went back to telling Pansy about Dubai.

It was possibly the most boring thing she'd ever done. The only times she moved or said a word were to laugh at his fake words, or to go to the washroom. The latter only happened once, but she could still feel the guys staring relentlessly at her ass. Pansy cleared her throat to no avail, and Kenzie shimmied out quicker than before.

She looked in the mirror, facing her tired and bored reflection. After washing her hands, she retied her hair up into a low bun and straightened out her plain black tee reading STAY CALM AND KILL ZOMBIES. They matched her ripped up sky blue skinnies and white blood-splattered sneakers quite well.

"Fuck, this is gonna be a long trip," she groaned, and splashed cold water on her face.

"Hey, Harry," Rose sighed as she and Eryn shimmied into the compartment. "Don't mind if we sit here, do you?" Of course, she was already stocking the shelves with their stuff, so he couldn't very well say no. Not that he really wanted to.

After all, Eryn was there. And that made everything better for him.

"Morning, Hermione," Eryn sighed, plopping down next to her and closest to the window. Of course, that left the empty spot to the left of Ron. Rose shot Eryn a dirty look, to which the darker blonde merely shrugged.

"Good morning, Eryn," Hermione replied, smiling a bit. She looked at Rose with distaste. "Rosaline."

"Hermy-own," Rose snapped.

"You know that's not my name."

"You know that's not mine."

"Okay," Harry cut over, turning slightly pink when Eryn looked at him imploringly.

Silence fell over the quintet, all of whom were looking anywhere but at each other. Rose made herself comfortable, smoothing out her clothes and leaning into the cushiony chair.

She wore a dark gray tank top and a black knit long-sleeve sweater that hung off her small frame. Beneath the shirt was a pair of ripped up dark jean Capri's and black combat boots, well-worn. Eryn, who sat in front of her, was donning a white tee with an owl on it wearing glasses. Her light jeans and Ed Hardy zip-up-at-back converse matched the rest perfectly.

Rose eyed Harry curiously, wishing to take in the movements between her friend and her bestie. Harry had met Rose on the first day of school, running straight into him as he boarded the train. The thing he liked about her was that she didn't look shocked or scared, and her eyes never once strayed to his forehead. She was just a bit cool on the outside.

He took her with him to find a free compartment. Along the way, they literally fell over and met Eryn Winters, who was positively bursting with energy and turned beet red at the sight of Harry. Rose and her became fast friends, as did she and Harry, but Rose - and later the rest of Eryn's friends - were the only ones who knew about their crushes for each other. It was so painfully obvious sometimes that all of them were amazed at the other's patience.

"Candy from the trolley?" an elderly lady's voice suddenly asked, shaking Rose from her reverie. Harry and Eryn both nodded.

"Wanna get me a couple Jelly Slugs?" Rose asked both of them sweetly. In unison, they rolled their eyes, then blushed.

"Sure -"

"Save your money," Harry cut over her, making her eyes go wide. "I'll get it."

Rose attempted not to squeal in excitement. This was the closest they'd ever gotten in terms of romantic inclination. If only Kenzie, Sam, and Annabelle could see it.

"Hey, Luna," Annabelle smiled, sitting down next to her. The dreamy blonde grinned.

"Oh, hello, Annabelle," she sighed. "And hello, Samantha."

"Sam, please, Luna," Sam corrected, though the grin never left her face. Sam and Luna, both being Ravenclaw's though one was younger than the other, had formed a special friendship that no one really understood. It stuck down to principle, and the fact that neither were true realists.

"And Neville," Annabelle added with a bit of sympathy. He smiled gently, and shoved farther over to the window when Sam plopped down next to him. Everyone in the room distinctly noticed a slight change in the air. A change that wouldn't lead anywhere good.

"Nice day," he commented dully, lying through his teeth. After all, the sky and mood were gray and a bit dreary. Annabelle's birthday was only two days away, and she really hoped that the weather would bloom a bit better for her.

"Hardly, love," Sam replied. Annabelle and Luna watched as her slender hand gently touched his knee, to which he shivered and backed away a bit. Sam's eyebrows knit together, confused.

And she had a reason. Most men would've purred at her touch, and later ended up in a broom closet, her with them. But not Neville. He quivered at human touch. Tried to push away anyone who got too close. And most people knew the reason: his parents.

But Sam quickly decided not to delve into that. It would be something of little consequence in this conquest to attain Neville's (most likely) virginity. At least, she prayed her words were true.

"You don't have to run, Neville," Annabelle comforted. He jumped at his name. "Sam's attempting to be civil. She's been a bit of a downer, almost turned into Rose. We thought someone had put some kind of spell on her just to piss us off."

Luna cracked a smile, but Neville just stared at her for a while, then turned his head back to the bland landscape. Sam rolled her light blue eyes, groaning a bit and rested her chin in her hand.

"You?" Rose gawked, to which Ron was highly affronted by. "Really? I mean, Hermy-own I can understand, but you? What the fuck is Dumbledore thinking, making you a prefect?"

"You can take the needle out now," Ron mumbled. Rose shrugged as Eryn shuddered at the word needle. She hated needles.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she smirked. He rolled his eyes.

"You suck."

"Suck what?"

"Oh, grow up," Harry chastised. The two crossed their arms and looked off sulkily. "I understand you don't really like each other, but can you not fight? Or at least fight when I'm a safe distance away from Rose? She has fairly good aim."

"Speaking of aim," Eryn interrupted before Rose could rebuttal, "You said something about Quidditch captain?"

Harry looked embarrassedly pleased, but the proud grin never left his pink face. "You are looking at this year's Gryffindor Quidditch team captain," he said confidently. Eryn smiled.

"Nice one! Wanna reserve a spot on the team for Rose?" He pulled a face of shock that was so obviously fake.

"I can't do that! It would be biased!"

"I know, I know," Eryn mumbled. "Just wait till Hufflepuff beats all your asses in the tournament!" She stuck out her hand, to which Harry gripped.

"I look forward to wiping you bumblebees on the field."

Bumblees :) fun fun fun! Anywhoozles, review please? LOVE YOU FOREVER!