"After you've changed into your robes, come with us. We've got something awesome to show you. Plus we know why Draco took you and now we have our chance to show Blaise up." Paige smirked, leaning against a compartment full of Slytherin guys.
"What do you mean?" I asked, puzzled.
"Ask no questions, hear no lies." And with that she headed back of to her own compartment. It was for the first time that I realised that Abbi Fudge wasn't a Slytherin as she was wearing Hufflepuff robes.
I rushed to get changed into my black work robes. Underneath I wore shorts and a tank top (I'm English and supposed to call them mid-rift tops but this sounds so much better) with flats and hoop earrings. My hair was already wavy like my Dad's but that's how it usually is. I hoped that it didn't look as if I was making too much of an effort.
I went back to their compartment, my head held high while I past Draco. He glared at me like never before until Pansy Parkinson finally distracted him. I reached Paige and Abbi's compartment, knocked once, then entered.
"Now, where're we going?" I asked, the glanced at each other then both gave an evil grin.
"Come with us," they choruses in unison, dragging me out.
We came to a compartment, an ordinary compartment, a compartment no different to the others, with two boys inside, stuffing their faces with sweets. There was a boy with jet black, messy hair and a pair of round glasses. There was another boy, holding a rather fat rat, with ginger hair and freckles, with a smudge of dirt on his snub nose.
"That's Harry Potter!" they both whispered. They then pushed me in the compartment and I fell right on top of Harry Potter!
"Sorry!" I said, getting up.
"It's fine," smiled Harry.
"Is it true, that you're Harry Potter?" I asked, not be one to beat around the bush.
"Yeah," he shrugged. I could hear Abbi and Paige trying to shush their excitable squealing from the other side of the door. "Why d'you ask?"
"Number one: Who wouldn't ask? Number two: My friends made me."
"Are they your friends out there? They look at least thirteen when you only look like a first year, like Ron and I."
"So? I'm more mature, plus my second cousin made me sit with them. They're nice, though."
"Well, bye!"
"See ya' round!"
And with that my friends and I left.
