A/N: So here's Chapter Two! I'm on fire with this story.

I would also like to make it clear;

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS OR THE STORY LINE TO MEAN GIRLS.

Enjoy.

Chapter Two.

Hermione sat in Transfiguration class. It was so weird to be in a real magic classroom, looking at a real magical teacher who wasn't out of a book. Finally, she could focus fully on magical excellence. A boy infront of Hermione turned round, he had blonde hair and pale grey eyes.

"Do you have a quill I could borrow?" he asked.

Holy shit.

Hermione hastily handed the boy her spare quill and he turned back around. She'd heard rumors and hushed voices concerning him, his name was Draco Malfoy.

Hermione had only had two crushes in her life. One, her Dad's godson who lived in Australia. And one on Dr. Who from the BBC. Give her a break, she lived in the muggle world. She didn't get out much.

But this one hit her like a big Hogwarts Express train.

"Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall called, "What do you have?"

The class turned to look at Hermione, including the boy infront of her. She panicked.

"Oh," she began, "Vera Verto is the incantation of a spell used to transform n animal in a water goblet."

"That's right. Good, very good," the teacher praised.

The boy infront of her looked at Hermione, his mouth curling into a little smirk. She looked down at her paper, and when looking up, she found he was still looking at her.

Hermione wandered around the Entrance Hall nervously. She began to join a queue which was forming into the Great hall. A small, cheesy guy and his friend approached Hermione in line. She'd heard the boy's name was Seamus Finnigan. He was in Hermione's house.

"Hi," Seamus said, "We're doing a survey of new students. Can you answer a few questions?"

Hermione frowned,

"Um, okay."

"Is your cherry popped?" The boy asked.

Hermione smiled politely, she had no idea what that meant.

"What?" She asked.

Seamus smirked,

"Would you like us to assign someone to pop your cherry?"

"My what?"

A girl intervened. Her name was Pansy Parkinson, she was 15. Her hair was in perfect condition, short and black, she was fast on her feet, intimidating and she seemed to be from the Slytherin house.

"Is he bothering you?" Pansy asked.

She turned to Seamus before Hermione could reply.

"Seamus, why are you such a broomhead?" She spat.

"I'm being friendly to a new student."

He turned to one of the two girls standing beside Pansy. It was Astoria Greengrass.

"What, can't I talk to a new student?" Seamus frowned.

"You were supposed to call me lastnight," the girl stated.

"Seamus," Pansy was talking again, "You do not come to a party at my house with Astoria- and then scam on some innocent girl in front of us two days later! She's not interested,"

Pansy turned to Hermione,

"Do you want to have sex with him?"

Hermione was shocked. She'd never been asked such a blunt question, and never even thought about having sex anyway!

"No, thankyou," Hermione said politely.

"Great. It's settled. Bye, Seamus," Pansy said harshly.

"Shut up," Seamus spat, eyeing Pansy cautiously.

"Good comeback," she said, "You should do stand-up."

Seamus left, defeated. Hermione noticed Pansy mouth the words 'call me' to the boy as he walked away. When he seemed to be out of sight, Hermione turned to the three intimidating girls beside her.

"Thankyou," she said.

Pansy had just about said "You're welcome," before a loud song played over the hall. Something about being a 'Witch for you.'

"Uh oh," the dark haired girl sighed, "That's me."

Two, big, athletic guys sweeped in and picked up Pansy onto their shoulders. The girl waved at people as they carried her towards a make-shift stage in the corner of the Great Hall.

A teacher stood on the stage, talking into a floating microphone.

"Everybody," her voice boomed, "Please give a round of applause for last year's Yule Ball Queen. She kicks off her reign today as head of the Student Activities Committee. Miss Pansy Parkinson!"

There was a large round of applause. So that was the girl's name, Hermione thought. Pansy, now wearing a tiara, took center stage and stood before the mic. She seemed to be very comfortable in her surroundings, and Hermione was in awe.

"Thankyou, Professor Sprout," Pansy smiled, "I just want to say that under my rule, the S.A.C will do more than just sell chocolate frogs and sponsor queer stuff like saving the Nargles,"

A blonde haired girl with blue eyes and a dreamy expression stood beside Hermione, suddenly looked offended,

"-I have plans for some sick parties. My mum knows the people that run the Dragon Preservation Association, so.. yeah," Pansy looked serious again, "But also, it's going to be about building bridges. And being kind to the less fortunate. Where's that little girl I just met?"

Pansy was searching for Hermione's face in the crowd. Hermione could feel a blush growing on her cheeks as she tried to hide her face, but it was too late.

"-Come here!" Pansy cried.

Reluctantly, she went to the foot of the stage. Pansy placed her hand on Hermione's shoulder. She could see Ginny and Neville watching from the other side of the hall, stunned and horrified.

"-This girl is a new student and I'm going to make it my personal responsibility that by the end of the year, she thinks Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is totally rad!"

With a flick of her wand, Pansy shifted the microphone over to infront of Hermione. Shyly, Hermione cleared her throat,

"Thanks, Pansy."

"You're welcome," Pansy paused, trying to think of Hermione's name, which she did not know, before smiling again, "...girl."

It was about ten minutes later and Hermione was sat at the end of the Slytherin table with Pansy, who was also sat with her best friends, the girls Hermione had seen before, Astoria Greengrass and Millicent Bullstrode.

"-And we only discovered this school two weeks ago-" Hermione was explaining, but was cut off however when Pansy reached forwards and grabbed Hermione's arm to look at her bracelet. It was a wide, brown, leather band with decorative holes punched in it.

"Where did you get that bracelet?" Pansy asked, "I love it."

Hermione smiled shyly,

"From a muggle shop."

The girl to the right of Pansy, Astoria, spoke,

"That is so fetch."

With a sigh, Pansy let go of Hermione's arm. She rolled her eyes and turned to Astoria who was sitting looking hopeful.

"What is 'fetch'?" She asked, disdainfully.

Astoria began to wither in her seat a little,

"It's like, slang.. from America..."

Pansy rolled her eyes again. It was then, that the girl sat to the left of Pansy spoke for the first time. Millicent was even more fat and ugly up close, and seemed to have as little common sense as most of the girls did in this place.

"So," she began, in a dreamy voice, "If you're from a muggle family, why are you a witch?"

Astoria gasped, looking at Millicent in shock and horror,

"Oh my god, Millicent! You can't just ask people why they're a witch!"

"-Hermione, could you give us some privacy, for like, one second?" Pansy said, with a sweet smile.

"Sure," Hermione replied.

As the three girls began to gossip in hushed voices, Hermione glanced over to the Gryffindor table, making eye contact with Neville and Ginny. They were wide eyed, and giving Hermione a look as if to say 'What are you doing?!'. Hermione forced a smile, before turning back to the girls who seemed to be breaking their huddle.

"Okay," Pansy announced, "let me just say that we don't do this a lot, so you should know that this is, like, a huge deal."

"We want to invite you to have lunch with us every day for the rest of the week," Astoria said, finishing Pansy's sentence much to her annoyance.

"Oh," Hermione sighed. She had really expected it to be something a lot bigger than that. "Okay.."

"Great!" Pansy said lightly, "So we'll see you tomorrow-"

"-On Tuesdays, we wear pink," Millicent smiled.

Hermione, Neville and Ginny were all gathered in the girl's bathroom. Neville shouldn't really have been in there, but he and Ginny assured Hermione that he went in all the time and very rarely got caught. Ginny was hysterically laughing as Hermione explained the day's events,

"You have to do it and tell me all the horrible things they say," she said, pausing for breath.

"I think Pansy seems nice," Hermione said honestly.

She noticed this was a mistake when Ginny practically screamed in Hermione's face,

"Pansy Parkinson is not nice! She is the most sneaky of all The Slytherins."

There was a flush, and Neville appeared from one of the stalls.

"She is fabulous," he confessed, "But she is evil."

A tall, dark haired girl was gathered round a sink. She was from Gryffindor and Hermione had seen her in the common room before. She shrieked when she saw Neville,

"Hey! Get out of here!"

Neville looked at the girl in awe,

"Oh my God! Romilda Vane, I love your work!"

The girl, however, stormed out the bathrooms to Neville's disdain. Ginny and Hermione watched on, before resuming their conversation.

"What would we even talk about?" Hermione questioned Ginny.

"Gilderoy Lockhart," she replied,

"The rising cost of wizard contraception," Neville chipped in.

"-Just do it, please!" Ginny begged.

"-Okay! Okay. Do you have anything Pink?"

Ginny scoffed.

"No," she said, at the same time Neville provided a strong "Yes!"

Hermione was in her dorm in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was looking through her textbooks when she found her Marauder's map and layed it on the bed to look it over.

A clump of tree's were marked with "Preps."

By the library, "Ravenclaw nerds."

The entrance stepts "Cool Ravenclaws."

By the Herbology sheds, "Herbology Geeks Zone of Confidence."

The Black Lake. A cartooned version of Neville and Ginny holding a sign that says "You are here."

The Great Hall. A cartoon of three Slytherin girls, "Beware of The Slytherins."

It was around lunch time and Hermione was starving. She sat in the Great Hall wearing Neville's pink hair scrunchie - she really couldn't imagine why he owned it- alongside Astoria and Millicent. Having lunch with the Slytherins was like leaving the actual world and entering "Girl World." And Girl World had a lot of rules.

"We only wear school pants or tights on Friday. You can't wear a Jumper two days in a row. You can only wear your hair in a ponytail once a week. So, I guess, you picked today," Astoria said, eyeing Hermione's messy ponytail, "And if you break any of these rules you can't sit with us at lunch. I mean, not just you, any of us. Like, if I was wearing school pants today, I would be sitting over there with the Gryffindor freaks."

Astoria cocked her head, gesturing to Ginny and Neville. They were currently having a contest to see who could stick the most pumpkin pasties in their mouth. It looked like fun. Hermione felt a little hurt.

"-We always vote before we ask someone to eat lunch with us, because you have to be considerate of the rest of the group. I mean, you wouldn't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you,"

Hermione frowned, she never really thought about that,

"I wouldn't?" She asked.

"Right!" Astoria dismissed her comment, "It's the same with guys. You may think you like someone, but you could be wrong."

Millicent chipped in,

"Have you seen anyone that you think is cute yet?"

"Actually," Hermione sighed, "There's a guy in my Potions class. Never mind, it's stupid-"

Astoria and Millicent pounced on the information,

"Who is it?" The latter inquired.

"It's a senior?" Astoria presumed.

Hermione shook her head,

"His name is Draco Mafloy-"

"-No!" Astoria cried.

"No, no no!" Millicent shared a similar expression.

"No. You can't like Draco Malfoy. He's Pansy's ex-boyfriend-"

"They went out for a year," Millicent interrupted Astoria,

"And then he broke up with her for no reason-"

"-Because she cheated on him," Millicent spat.

"Regardless," Astoria continued, "Ex-boyfriends are off limits to friends. Don't worry. I will never tell Pansy what you said. It'll be our secret."

At that moment, Pansy entered the Great Hall and sat at the Slytherin table.

"Ugh," she moaned, "There's going to be a fire drill in, like, two seconds."

As if by magic, -though probably it was- , the fire alarm went off. All the students around the group ran out of the hall quickly.

"I told Professor Lupin we had to skip it 'cause Millicent might be pregnant."

Millicent laughed, then looked concerned,

"I'm not though, right?" She questioned.

Hermione could see why it was good to have Pansy as a friend. She and the Slytherin threesome had the Great Hall all to themselves.

Subconsciously, Hermione had been staring at Draco. She watched his plump lips, his stormy grey eyes that had her swooning, his manly, pale hands. Draco looked up at Hermione and smirked. His smirk was almost like his trademark. He made a face as if to say, "This quiz is hard." Hermione nodded in agreement. But the truth was, it wasn't hard at all. Infact, it was easy.

Even if Hermione wasn't allowed to like Draco, she could still look at him.

The bell rang to signal next lesson, snapping Hermione out of her thoughts. The guy next to her, Oliver Wood, dropped a small bag as he passed her. Hermione went to pick it up and was faced with Dean Thomas, a completely nerdy Gryffindor.

"Hey," he greeted Hermione, "You're the Muggle-school girl, right?"

Hermione sighed, this was all she was known for.

"Yeah," she replied.

"I'm the captain of the Hogwarts Arithmancyletes. We participate in Arithmancy challenges against other Magical Schools around the country. And we get twice as much funding from the school if we have a girl. You should think about joining."

"You'd be perfect for it," Professor McGonagall hinted.

Hermione smiled,

"Yeah," she said, "Definitely."

"Great. Let me give you my dorm number,"

Dean pulled out a pre-printed business card that read "Dean Thomas, Arithmacy Enthusiast/Badass MC." Hermione stifled her laughter.

"Think it over." Dean said, "Cause we'd like to get jackets."

He left the classroom and Hermione turned to Professor Snape. She handed him Dean Thomas's bag that she found.

"Professor McGonagall," she cleared her throat, "Oliver dropped his medicine. I have a question-"

"-Hold on," McGonagall silenced her.

She looked suspiciously in the bag at the pills before standing abruptly and leaving the classroom.

Professor McGonagall and Oliver wood were having a private conversation. Though she knew better, Hermione was listening in from the staircase landing above.

"-Mr Wood you cannot function at school on magic-mushrooms," McGonagall murmured, her voice hushed and serious.

"-I didn't take it. I found it in the Common Room," Oliver pleaded.

"Mr Wood," McGonagall interrupted, "I used to work the night shift in a muggle diner. I'm really quite good at telling when people are high. If you come to my class high again, I will know."

Oliver reached out to touch McGonagall.

"Shh.. don't be scared," Wood whispered.

"Urgh," Hermione heard McGonagall scoff, "Mr Wood, would you please remove your hand from my hair."

"Are you gonna turn me into the Head?" Oliver questioned.

"Mr Wood, as much as it pleasures me I don't want you to get kicked out of school. I want you to graduate."

Professor McGonagall and Oliver Wood made a deal that if he didn't come to class high anymore, she wouldn't tell the Head. The teacher left the staircase. Hermione continued watching, unnoticed, as Professor McGonagall went to throw the bag in the trash. Hermione realized then, someone would find it, as did McGonagall, and she retrieved the bag, returning to his classroom and locking it in her drawer. However, Professor McGonagall did call Oliver's parents.