THE HOGWARTS CLIQUE.

Girls, Girls, Girls

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A/N: Hey guys, this is my first FanFic, and I really hope you enjoy it. Please review, I want to know if you think it's any good, and if I should continue writing! Byeeeeeeee! x
p.s. There are some changes to the layout, basically Chapter 2. has been added to Chapter 1., so now the chapters are longer and there are less chapters then before. I have done that with all the chapters in my book.

Every school has them. A group of girls, a clique that rules the school. Even at Hogwarts. All four girls had known each other from before they got their letters from Hogwarts; when they went to their primary school they were also a clique.
All four of the girls were stunningly pretty, and rich – absolutely rolling in the Galleons. They were exactly the kind of girls the guys always seemed to fall for - and the ones all of the girls get jealous of. When they got their eagerly expected Hogwarts letters, they weren't sure if they were ready to let go of the "status" they had built up in their old school. But in the end, they had no choice; their parents forced all of them to go.
These legendary girls were Hannah Abott, Pansy Parkinson, Parvati Patil and Padma Patil: all four in different houses, but all in the same year - 7th year, their last year. For the first few years, they had separated paths, each choosing to find new friends. Their beauty seemed to disappear when they left to Hogwarts, and they were no longer the "clique" they used to be. But all of that changed last summer. Their parents hadn't forgotten how they all used to be such good friends, so they all arranged to meet up for the holidays. And that was how the Hogwarts clique was born.

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: THE WHOLE BOOK IS FROM HERMIONE'S POINT OF VIEW:

When there are exceptions, you will be told in the text

All four socialites knew perfectly well that they looked hot. They stood together on Platform 9 and ¾, being eyed up by everyone. They laughed; it was just like old times. Each girl seemed to forget how they had all broken friendships so any years ago. They had finally realized what they were missing out on, and that this was the life they wanted. The one where all the guys loved them and all the girls were envious, yet dying to be their "best friend".

"They are such sluts!" Hermione whispered angrily, "I mean…look at them!" she ended, her usually impressive vocabulary failing her on this subject.

That's exactly what Ron and Harry were doing.

"You're just jealous," Ron sniggered.

Hermione walked off in a huff.

"Sure, as if I'm jealous of them!" But she knew in her heart it was true. How could they suddenly become so pretty! It wasn't fair, no-one had payed any attention to them last year, why should they do so now? What the hell had changed? Their bra sizes?

She stalked onto the train, and found a whole group of girls, including Ginny, Lavender and Millicent with a few other 7th year girls. She could tell by their faces that they were all talking…or moreover bitching about the girls.

"Oh my God, I mean, they're not even that pretty! Just because they got a sun-tan doesn't turn them into …" the basher apparently couldn't find the words to describe them now. Another person spoke up.

"And anyway, have you seen the shoes Pansy was wearing! Totally last season!" Lavender complained.

Hermione opened the compartment door and sat on the last empty seat.

"And all the guys seem to only have eyes for them! Aaaargh, it's not fair!" screeched Ginny.

Hermione enthusiastically joined into this massive 'bitch-fest'.

"It's unbelievable, isn't it? They're not even at school yet and they act as if they own the bloody place!"

As if on cue, that's when Hannah, Pansy, Parvati and Padma walked into the compartment.

"Hey, girls!" Hannah cried, her voice like over-sweet sugar – brittle and utterly nauseating. "How was your summer?"

Although everyone had just been gossiping about them, they now all acted as if they were goddesses come to grace the lowly mortals. Even Hermione understood the social hierarchy of cliques – and what they could do to you if you got on their bad side. After a few minutes the girls got bored and decided to leave.

"Well, ta-ta ladies" Padma exclaimed "I suppose we'll be seeing you around then." She linked her arms with the other three, and walked away with a strong and confident swagger.

The rest of the girls left in the compartment could hear the wolf-whistles and jeering coming from the guys down the corridor. School was going to be hell.

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Hermione left the compartment, wondering where Ron and Harry were.

Hopefully not with those bitches, she thought to herself.
She sighed. She couldn't believe how mean she was being about them, before they had all been O.K friends (with the exception of Pansy) ….and now . . . just because they looked different didn't mean that the person inside was different! Couldn't people see that? Contemplating this, a little voice in her head piped up.

You just really want to be like them.

As she walked down, she looked into one of the compartments. She regretted it immediately, as she saw Ron and Harry with their arms around Hannah and Parvati, respectively. They definitely weren't the only guys in there. She was about to open the door when somebody put their hand over her mouth and dragged her off into an empty compartment.

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"What the hell is going on!" she yelled furiously, but her voice trailed off when she caught sight of her abductor.

It was Malfoy. Ohbloodyfreakingjustshootmenow-
"Oh god, not you already" she said. She tried to push past him, but the Slytherin muttered an incantation, locking the door.

"Cleeever Malfoy" she sneered, "but we learnt the counter-charm for that in first year."

She reached for her pocket . . . and stupidly realized she had left her wand in the compartment with Ginny and all the other girls.

"Nice one Granger" Malfoy muttered, sarcasm dripping from his voice. He shoved her onto one of the seats, and leant in to face Hermione, his face only centimeters away from hers.

"I have a favor to ask from you, mudblood" he spat, "and you'd better keep your filthy little mouth shut about it."

"You can forget about me ever helping you!" she replied, smirking.

"Wanna bet on that?" Malfoy retorted slyly.

He didn't want to ask Granger, but what choice did he have? He knew that she feared him and that he had a power over her that he didn't have over other girls: the power of persuasion, and she wouldn't - couldn't taunt him back, because she was afraid that he would get back at her for it….which he probably would. Compared to other girls, he always knew that Hermione was the most understanding, and the most reliable. As if he could ever ask somebody like Millicent about this!

"Give me your worst."

"Well Granger, listen closely to this. You know how we're both Head Boy and Girl this year?"

"How could I forget?" she hissed, "I have to stay in the same dorm as you all year!"

"Whatever. If you don't do what I say, then I will tell Dumbledore that you cheated on your O.W.L's."

"He wouldn't believe you anyway!" She exclaimed, burning up inside. He was such an idiot! How dare he say anything of the sort!
"They wouldn't believe a Head Boy would they now, eh?"

"I-I…" she thought about it. She knew how much power Malfoy's father had over the school; was it really worth the risk of loosing her place at Hogwarts by refusing to help Malfoy? She had seen Lucius's power being misused over the incident with Buckbeak, the Hippogriff - thankfully he had gotten away. But would she would be so lucky if she decided not to? Hermione didn't want to take any chances on her future.

"I take it then you agree?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Exactly, you don't."

She didn't say anything. For a moment there was silence.

"So, what is it you want from me?" Hermione asked, fearing the worst.

"I want you to tutor me this year."

Hermione tried to hide her laughter; she thought it would be so much worse!
"Err….sure, ok. What in?"

". . . Girls."

"WHAT!" Ok, Malfoy, the legendary Slytherin Sex-God, was asking her, Hermione Granger, about…girls!

"Ok….how am I supposed to be able to do that?"

"Like this." And with that, he moved closer to Hermione, cupped her chin and turned her head to face him….

Stupid girl, Malfoy thought, as if I would ever kiss a mudblood! Ha! Well, at least I have her attention now!

It certainly worked: all of her senses were prickling, and she felt suddenly scared and embarrassed to sit next to him. As if she was exposed to him.

"Ok, let's keep this short," she muttered, wanting to get out of here as soon as she could. "We'll talk more about this in our dorm." She said, before running out of the compartment.

She ran straight into Pansy.

A/N: Oh oh, Pansy! Is she really the best person to run into after just speaking to Malfoy? Maybe she saw her? What is she going to say to Hermione? I know it's not a great "lead-up of suspense" or anything, but it really does get better, I mean, how many amazing books have you read, that have a not-so-amazing start to them eh? Hehe, please do read on, and review ;-)