Another fame at hogwarts, and yet another secret

I have begun the proccess of editing this story, due to [much appreviated] friendly critisism, and am also looking for someone to beta my story, if anyone would like to, email me, or add me to aim. Thank you, and thanks to all who add their reviews. I appreciate it. [Im keeping the phoenix, hoewever =]]


Upon finally getting through the crowd at platform 9 and 10 and entering the barrier of 9 and 3/4, Kithelle Rana looked around in amazement. A great, bold, black train stood in front of her, and students were running here and there, in search of things, last minute chats, saying goodbyes. Kithelle dragged her trunk behind her while her pet phoenix shrilled idignantly, irritated in his cage at being barred from his sleep. Trying with all her might to pull and tug her extremely heavy trunk up into the train, she didn\'t notice a small fight breaking out behind her. A shove landed her face down over her trunk. \"Look what you did NOW, Potty, looks like you just magneted her face into her trunk!\" Drawling laughter woke her to her senses and a strong pair of hands lifted her up by her waist. She found herself face to face - or rather, hair to face, as her long fair blonde hair was hanging into her eyes - with a boy. She detatched herself gently from his arms, and flipped her long hair back from her eyes - astonishing blue eyes - and smiled at him, a tall boy, with jet black hair, rather tussled, and amazingly green emerald eyes. She blushed. \"Yeah, I\'m fine.\" \"Hey...\"he began slowly, looking at her strangely. \"Draco, it appeared, did not have to hesitate. His mouth was forming a round \"o\" of suprise, as he stared at her, looking her up and down. Harry didn\'t know whether it was her stunning beauty, or her famous status that had finally caught Draco\'s attention, but he decided he didn\'t like it anyway. \"I\'m Harry.\" he said, distracting her from the blonde, pointed faced, blue eyed boy, wearing robes of green, silver, and black. She tore her eyes away from the gorgous boy and looked into Harry\'s. \"Nice to meet you, I\'m Kithelle\" she said sheepishly, reaching out for his hand, and shaking it.\" A shout echoed from a nearby compartment. \"Harry!\" A lean, long, thin, but slightly muscular, gangly boy with flaming red hair and freckles galore came galloping out of the compartment, nearly flattening a small, rather owlish looking boy who was standing at the doorway of it. \"Harry --\" he panted. \"Neville\'s just said...Kithelle Rana, the famous quidditch player! She\'s coming here, Harry! Here! At Hogwarts!\" he stared excitedly at Harry, who blushed and let go of Kithelle\'s hand. As though just realizing Harry\'s hand was attatched to someone else\'s, the freckled faced boy followed his gaze, and lept back in shock. \"\" He brandished his arms as though they were on fire, then, realizing what he looked like, dropped them limply to his sides, and burned red. \"Looks like someone\'s got a little crush on a famous quidditch player.\" laughed the blonde boy. \"Shove it, Malfoy.\" Said Harry, quickly. \"Ah, I see I touched a nerve.\" he grinned, then extended his hand to Kithelle. \"I\'m Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy, if you must know.\" Kithelle smiled shyly and took his hand. He looked into her eyes, and for a moment, they shared a bond. At that moment, Draco wanted nothing more than to sweep her into his arms, take her into the nearest compartment, and smother her with kisses, and fuck her insanely, so the whole train could hear. He shook himself, and Kithelle withdrew her hand. \"Err...well...I need to find somewhere to sit...\" she began. \"The lady need not say more\" drawled Malfoy, excitedly, beckoning to Crabbe and Goyle, who each picked up her Phoenix cage and trunk. Kithelle saw Harry\'s eyes widen at the site of Danny, her Phoenix. She giggled. \"That\'s Danny.\" she said, looking at Harry. Harry grinned sheepishly at her. Crabbe and Goyle started away towards their compartment, and Kithelle managed to say goodbye, before Malfoy took her hand in his and pulled her toward the nearest compartment. Once out of sight, Ron muttered darkly. \"I don\'t care what they do, as long as they don\'t do anything to her.\" Said Harry, sternly, in reply to Ron. \"Yeah, right. Knowing Malfoy? He\'ll probably act all noble and brave and have her in between his legs in no time.\" Ron casted a dark look at the compartment they had entered, as they entered their own. \"She seemed...a bit shy, though...\" Sais Harry Thoughtfully. \"I would have thought she\'d be outgoing and friendly, based on her flying.\" \"I would have thought you handsome based on your flying, but look, you\'ve got a troll\'s face and the arms of a nimp.\" Came the voice of George Weasley, who was standing just behind Ron. \"George!\" exclaimed Ron, mouth agape. \"Sorry little bro, but you\'ve left your owl, mum\'s going frantic on the platform, so I said I\'d run it to you. Here.\" And he thrust out his hand, in which a tiny, fluffy hooting minute owl was jumping up and down and hooting shrilly. \"Pig!\" Ron grabbed him and held him to his eyes. \"He\'s okay.\" He thrust a disgusted look at George. \"I was hoping Mum would find him and be too late to bring him to me.\" He sniffed. \"Well, sorry little bro, nothing I can do for you, unless you visit my premises...\" With a wink, George departed. \"C\'mon\" muttered Ron. \"Let\'s go find where Hermione\'s at.