I am really really really sorry about the delay! It's been more than half a year I think. And once again, I'm terribly sorry it's taken me so long to update. I hope you can forgive me!

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Important!: I just changed this chapter to make it more ummm...appropriate I guess. Thanks to Firnoviel who opened my eyes and helped me out there! So, if you've already read it, read it again! lol sorry about that! Enjoy!

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Alas! We arrived at Hogwarts. Safe and sound. Undamaged.

"Mr. Potter! Ms. Granger! I would like to see the both of you in my office, now!" I heard McGonagall call.

Well, of course assuming that they did something wrong, the whole hall burst into a bunch of 'ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohs'. So immature, sheesh!

Making our way through the crowd, we entered the doors.

And as expected, here's what happened:

"Ugh! Here I was thinking that for once they wouldn't do the exact same thing! Oh well, got my hopes up high for nadda. But honestly, do they have to do that every year?! And what's with the make-up? It's hurting my eyes!" Alicia complained, with a scowl on her face.

I'm pretty sure that by 'they', Alicia was referring to all of the 'popular' girls.

Every year they would walk in to the school, (always starting at the back of the crowd), and then get the perverted guys to shove others out of their way while they continuously said the word 'move' multiple times.

As for the make-up, well I must say I had to agree with her. You tended to never see those girls without a pound of crap piled on their face.

Now that doesn't sound too bad, until I add that the make-up that they wore always shined or sparkled. I swear they would throw a package of sparkles on to their faces before every morning. Wherever they walked, they always left a trail of sparkly crap behind them. On top of that I honestly don't think they're even human. I get the whole concept of dieting, but these girls were taking it to a whole new limit. I highly doubted they even ate! And take a wild, random guess as to which house they're all from. Yeah, I bet fifty galleons, no, my whole life that you just thought Slytherin. Exactly! And of course, they all have a leader! Her name is Angelica Swanson. Funny if you ask me, it sounds a lot like Angelina's name. Well, who knows? It's probably just a coinky-dink!

So, as usual, they shoved everyone out of the way, plus as an added bonus, they stopped in our honour to glare at us! I'm flattered!

Well finally, as they moved on, everyone proceeded to sit down for the opening feast.

Led by Alicia, the girls followed suit, one by one sitting down next to each other, whereas the boys did so on the opposite side of the table.

I looked up, and for the fourth year in a row, I admired the realistic and wonderful enchanted sky, along with the floating candles; such a spectacular view.

Not long after, the sorting ceremony began. And as always, we made fun of how little all of the scared eleven-year-olds looked, searched for the cutest boy and girl, and cheered for those who became a part of our new 'family'. (Became a Gryffindor…).

Expectedly, we had a delicious and scrumptious opening feast, with the best pudding in the WORLD!

We were all filled to the brim by the end of the feast. Absolutely every inch of all four of my stomachs was stuffed. (A/N: My theory will be explained shortly in my profile, about one person having four stomachs).

So, on our way up to the common room, led by Percy, Leanne came rushing up to me, calling out my name. She was quickly followed by about four of our other friends from our year.

"Katie! Oh my gosh! I haven't talked to you in like…two whole months! So how are you?! How was your summer? Is everything okay? You look really tired!" Leanne said while embracing me in one of her world famous crush-every-bone-in-your-body hugs.

For further notice, I just saw her about a week ago, when she came over to my house to visit. Apparently, she forgot.

The four or five remaining girls decided to join in on a group hug. Needless to say, I was totally stuck and was finding it very difficult to get any access to a certain need called air.

"Uh, guys?" I managed to squeak.

Leanne loosened her grip on me in order to look at me with a questioning look.

"Ahhh…that's better," I sighed.

"What?" Leanne asked.

"Your hugs are very welcoming and all, but sometimes I swear they could kill you from a lack of air," I said with a sheepish grin.

Finally allowing me access to a full breath of air, she let me go.

"So how is everything?" she simply asked.

We continued our normal ritual which consisted of a conversation of the usual 'so how's life been treating you?' kind of questions.

Finally, after a long awaited exit, she left. I let out a huge sigh of relief. Finally! I was so tired; I could just picture myself peacefully falling on to my very comfortable four poster bed, and then wrapping the warm quilt around my body before quietly drifting off to sleep.

Unfortunately, what I still had to do was drag myself up to the girls' dormitory and then find my own room first. Somehow I managed to do exactly that without allowing my eyes to slowly droop shut while walking.

Once I reached my long awaited bed, the second my body hit it I fell into a very deep sleep.

I was sleeping so deeply, that I was afraid I would never awaken from my awful dream! Wait, rewind, I meant nightmare. It was positively awful!

Flint was cornering me, coming on to me. I was stuck, trapped. Leaning in to kiss me, I did the only thing I could, I screamed. (It was worse than it sounds, but we'll leave out the details).

My eyes snapped open to reality.

"What's going on?" I heard Alicia grumble.

"Nothing, go back to sleep," I said, having difficulty doing so myself.

The next morning, I arose to the sound of my name being screamed repeatedly along with an excess amount of weight continuously jumping up and down, causing my whole body to bounce.

I discreetly opened one eye to figure out who the culprit of my bouncing body was. That's when I realized there were to annoying shadows now leaning over me staring down at me.

I didn't know what to do, so I screamed.

"Ahhhh- what the hell are you screaming for?" Angelina exclaimed holding her heart.

"Sorry, you guys kinda scared me," I replied sheepishly.

"Well don't just sit there! Get your arse into gear unless you wanna be late for your first day of school!" Angelina barked, in a very Oliver-ish way.

"And you don't want to miss breakfast, either!" Alicia piped up.

"Shite! What time is it?!" I asked, jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom.

"Ummm…not exactly sure, but I'm guessing you have about twenty-five minutes 'til breakfast," Alicia said from the other side of the door.

"Okay, well you don't have to wait up for me!" I hollered.

"Go on without me, I'll catch up. I just wanna take a quick shower first. Don't want to smell like crap on my first day!" I said.

"Are you sure? 'Cause we can wait if you want…" Angelina hesitated.

"No, don't bother, I might take a while, go on," I encouraged again.

"Okay, well then, see ya!" and they left.

As mentioned, I took a nice, quick fifteen minute-ish shower. I changed into my casual black robes, along with the Gryffindor sweater and tie to go with.

Tying my dirty-blonde hair into a low ponytail, I made my way to the Great Hall.

Perfect, only five minutes into breakfast, making me not late. As I entered through the doors of the Great Hall, I searched for Angelina and Alicia. Instead, my eyes laid upon one of the most horrible sights ever; the sight of Oliver kissing, no scratch that, snogging…

Yupp, a cliffhanger! I know, what a pain, but I gotta have something to start off my next chapter! I hope you weren't toooo disappointed…it may have not been the best, but I tried. And I know, it was a TOTAL filler, but I've had the worst case of writer's block lately. In case you haven't noticed, the, what was it…six month break I think, would have been my 'thinking time'. He he, sorry about that. But with constant homework and projects, along with a million other responsibilities, it gets harder and harder to find time for oneself. Well enough of the drabble, tell me what you thought! Love it, hate it?! Don't hesitate to review…please.

'til next time,

EP

P.S. Thanks again Firnoviel!