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When Sonny boarded the Hogwarts Express, she was mildly surprised to see it not bustling with students. There were a few people here and there and most of the compartments were unoccupied. She must have got on a lot earlier than she thought.
Sonny smiled to herself. At least now she would be able to find a good compartment. Her boots made loud clomping noises as she made her way to the back and into an empty compartment. She shoved her trunk in the luggage rackand sprawled out on the seatbelow.
Hopefully Hermione, Ron, and Harry would get on the damn train soon.
Five minutes later, the train's whistle blew and the trio had still not found Sonny in her compartment.
With a groan, Sonny pushed herself up and leaned out the sliding door. Hogwarts students were milling around, talking and joking cheerfully. Standing on her tip-toes, she tried to see over the students heads in an attempt to spot her friends.
No luck.
Sonny huffed angrily and blew her bangs out of her eyes. For a moment her vision cleared and she caught sight of bright red hair. She grinned. Hair that red could only belong to a Weasley.
Sonny left her compartment and began making her way down the aisle, her eyes glued to the red hair several paces away from her. Her eyes were so focused, however, that she didn't see a figure dressed in black exit a compartment and move into her path. Unable to stop, Sonny collided with the dark figure hard enough that they both ended up on their asses.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" she yelled from her spot on the ground. Fuming, Sonny quickly stood up and began to brush herself off. What kind of dumb ass would get in her way? She clearly was on a mission and wasn't paying attention. Who would be that fucking stupid and walk right into her?
"Watch it, mudblood," an icy voice hissed. "This suit is worth more than your pathetic life."
Sonny glanced up and immediately scowled after seeing who it was that spoke. Draco Malfoy. The living, breathing scum of the earth that seemed to make it his goal in life to piss her off. That explained everything.
Malfoy was giving her a glare as he made a show about brushing off his suit jacket and straightening his tie.
Sonny met his glare with one of her own. Seriously, did the guy not own any jeans? He's riding a train to Hogwarts in a suit for Christ's sake.
"Maybe if your ego wasn't so damn huge I wouldn't have a problem," she shot back angrily.
Malfoy narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to Sonny. "From now on, watch where you're going, Paxton."
Sonny smirked. "Yeah, that's right. Watch where I'm going."
Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but a voice shouting interrupted him.
"Sonny!"
Sonny, not being tall enough to look over Malfoy's shoulder, peered around his side to see who was calling her. Ron Weasley was standing a few feet away with Hermione and Harry, waving like an idiot.
Sonny's glare lifted and was replaced with a brilliant grin. "Hey guys!" She shoved her way around Malfoy and dashed over to the trio. "It's about fucking time you got here!"
"We had a bit of a late start this morning," Hermione said. She emphasized the we by looking angrily at Ron and Harry.
Ron nodded to the now vacant spot where Malfoy had stood. "Looks like we came just in time too."
Sonny rolled her eyes. "Not really. I can handle a dumbass like him any day."
Harry took this time to speak up."Malfoy wasn't acting… Odd in any way, was he?"
Sonny frowned and shook her head. "No more than usual, why?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry thinks that Malfoy is up to something."
Sonny raised an eyebrow and looked at Harry questioningly.
"I don't think, I know." Harry argued stubbornly, causing Sonny to laugh.
"Come on. We can talk about this in my compartment," she said.
The four friends made their way to the back and into the compartment Sonny had saved for them where Harry then proceeded to tell Sonny his Malfoy theory and suspicions. When he had finished, Sonny quietly mulled over everything in her mind.
"So, let me get this straight…" She spoke slowly for better understanding. "Malfoy looked suspicious, as he always does," Sonny added pointedly. "So you followed him into a store and now you think he's a Death Eater?"
Harry nodded. "Not just any store. Borgin and Burkes."
Sonny stared at Harry. "So?"
Ron slouched down in his seat. "Yeah, Harry. Sure, it's a creepy store, but Malfoy is a creepy bloke."
Harry shook hishead and focused back on Sonny. "You weren't there, Sonny. I know what I saw."
Sonny sighed and slouched into a position similar to Ron's. "Maybe you're reading too much into it, Harry. You saw him threatening the storekeeper, right?" Harry nodded. "He's a dick. He threatens everyone."
Harry tried to cut in, but Sonny kept talking.
"And you said Malfoy flinched at his left arm being touched. He could have a bruise or something on it."
Harry frowned. "Or something like the Dark Mark?"
Beside Ron, Hermione groaned. "Harry, I agree with Sonny. You may have only seen what you wanted to see or took what you saw and made it fit your previous suspicions of Malfoy."
Harry sat for a moment before glaring at the threeof them. "I'm going to walk around." He grabbed something from the luggage rack and exited the compartment.
"Bloody hell…" Ron mumbled.
"He'll cool down," Hermione assured. She turned and smiled at Sonny. "So, Sonny. How was your summer break?"
Sonny shrugged. "Pretty fun I guess. I got to o back to New York for a few weeks, but other than that I basically sat on the couch, played video games with my brother, and ate Spaghetti-O's."
Ron looked confused. "What are Spaghetti-O's? And video games?"
Sonny laughed. "Spaghetti-O's are little noodle circles of spaghetti goodness and video games are…" She paused. How where you supposed to describe video games to someone who didn't know a thing about Muggle technology? "Video games are electronic games you play on the television," she finished.
"Oh." Ron said. Sonny could tell hewas still a little confused, but she decided to leave it at that.
"How were your summers?" she questioned both Hermione and Ron.
"Well," Hermione started. "I mostly was at home by myself reading, but it was fun nevertheless."
Ron scoffed. "Only you would think that was fun, 'Mione." Hermione rolled her eyes and Sonny laughed.
"How about you, Ron?" she asked.
"My mum's been a bit of a nutcase lately with You-Know-Who and all… She barely let us go to Diagon Alley to see Fred and George's shop."
Fred and George. Those twins sure knew how to have fun. Sonny had only known them for half a year and was already great friends with them. She smiled remembering their fireworks display last year that made Umbridge practically crap her pants.
"How are those dweebs doing?" she asked jokingly.
"Their blood brilliant, that's for sure," Ron said enthusiastically. "Their joke shop is making loads of galleons! Yet they wouldn't even let me have one Skiving Snackbox out of brotherly love." Ron crossed his arms and pouted.
After a while of comfortable conversation, the landscape outside the train began to look familiar.
"I'm going to change into my robes and stuff," Sonny announced. She rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a bundle of clothes.
Hermione, of course, was already in her robes and Ron, at Hermione's insistence, had been wearing his since the lunch cart rolled by.
"Hurry up," Hermione said, her eyes never leaving her book. "We should be there in a few minutes."
Sonny exited the compartment and skipped down the aisle tothe small train bathrooms. She changed into the standard Gryffindor uniform and skipped back to Hermione and Ron.
"Harry hasn't made his wonderous return yet?" she asked while plopping down on the seat.
"No," Hermione answered shortly. Her gaze traveled to Sonny's feet where she let out a gasp. "You're not wearing those, are you?" she demanded.
Sonny glanced down at her feet that were currently adorned by a pair of black motorcycle boots. "Why yes, Hermione," she said sweetly. "Yes I am."
Hermione looked shocked. "But you can't possibly! It's against the dress code!"
"Nope, nope, nope," Sonny shook her head. "The dress code only says black, closed toe shoes. These are black and closed toe. I checked."
Hermione leaned back and huffed angrily. "I still think you'll get in trouble."
"And when that happens I'll take them off." Sonny reached over and patted Hermione's hand. "Just chill out, Hermione."
A couple minutes later, the Hogwarts Express came to a stop. Sonny, Hermione, and Ron gathered their belongings and leftthe compartment.
"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked for the one hundredth time.
"He probably got off all ready," Ron answered.
"Yeah," Sonny added. "He might need more Malfoy brooding time."
The three friends then walked onto the platform and followed the rest of the sixth years to the Great Hall a feast awaited them.