Sitting in the stuffy dungeons listening to Snape drone on and on about who knows what wasn't anyone's idea of a good time. Yet that is exactly what Hermione, Harry, and Ron, the rest of the seventh year Gryffindors and Slytherins were doing. Suddenly, the door burst open and in walked a most peculiar girl. She was wearing a red and white soccer (football) uniform with the letter 12 on the front and back. Above the number, it read Nike on one side and Berkshire on the other. She was clad in the full outfit; shinguards, socks, cleats, and mud. Her hair was in a very messy bun and there were grass and dirt stains all over her jersey.

She took a few steps into the room. There was complete silence. She smiled brightly around the room. There was a loud gasp to the left side of the room followed by Hermione standing with her mouth hanging open. She walked around the desks to the middle isle where the strange girl was standing, mouth still gaping.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Hermione spat.

"Aww, no hello? Well, it's nice to see you too, Mea," she said, pretending to be hurt but smirking all the while.

"Answer my question!" she demanded.

"What? I can't just come visit you sometimes?"

"In all the six years I've been going to Hogwarts you've never come to see me."

The girl just shrugged her shoulders. "Better late than never."

"Oh well, whatever," Hermione heaved an annoyed sigh and turned around.

Draco was staring at the new girl and wondered why she looked so familiar. He looked to Hermione and then back to her and realized that was it. Her hair was the same color, nose was the same, same facial features. They could have been identical twins if it weren't for Hermione's amber eyes and the new girls clear-blue-water eyes, he thought.

With Hermione's back still turned, the mysterious girl mouthed 'mudblood', not making any sound at all. 'That's pretty low,' Draco thought. 'They have to be closely related if not sisters, so she's pretty much calling herself a mudblood.'

Hermione stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to face her unknown twin.

"Don't you dare call me that," she whispered deadly. The half of the class that saw her mouth it was amazing that Hermione knew she said it and the other half had no idea what was going on.

"What?" she asked innocently. "Mudblood?" Hermione stared daggers at her.

"Oh and speaking of that, mom and dad," she took a deep breath, "aren't mom and dad." Her face suddenly turned serious.

"What are you talking about?"

"Hermione, we were adopted. Our real parents died when we were a few months old. Mom and dad, Jane and Michael that is, took us in and thought if would be in our best interest if we didn't know who they were until we were old enough to handle it."

Hermione's lips parted slightly and her eyes widened. She looked close to tears.

"You're lying," she whispered.

"Am I? Would I come all the way here just to lie to you? I have no where else to go."

"What about school?" Hermione asked.

"Transferred." She pointed to the word Berkshire on her jersey.

"Cordelia…" and she stepped forward and they hugged each other tightly Hermione had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"How are you not crying?" Hermione chocked out.

"The twelve hour flight over here gave me plenty of time for that."

Draco continued staring at the two Grangers. He felt a pang of pity and then as soon as it came, it disappeared again. After all it was Granger, well Grangers, and it's not like he cared for them. He had every intention to turn around and focus on his note but for some crazy reason, he couldn't tear his eyes away from the girl called Cordelia. Yes, she might look like bookworm Hermione but she gave off a completely different sense. Just from looking at her you could tell she was the athletic type even if Draco had no idea what sport might induce such dirtiness. This was also a first for Draco; he had never yet met a girl who was comfortable being so dirty and yet at the same time, looked so amazing. There was a strike of dirt on the top of her left cheek and a muddy handprint on her right shoulder. He broke out of his thoughts as Hermione let out a sob and pulled away from her sister, still holding each other's arms.

Hermione let out a chuckled mixed with tears. "What are you wearing?"

"Oh," Cordelia looked down at the filthy uniform. "First game of the season. It was awesome! Of course we won. Guess who scored the winning goal? That's right, me. It rained two hours straight before the game and lightning and thundered was everywhere but the ref was being an idiot and didn't call the game," she said with the same passion that Harry and Ron talk with when ever Quidditch comes up.

It was then that it hit Draco that Cordelia had an American accent. 'That must have been the flight she was talking about. Probably rode on one of those arrow-planes that muggles are so fond of,' Draco thought.

"Why didn't you change on the way here?" Hermione asked.

"After the first five minutes of crying my eyes out, it just kind of slipped my mind," she said with a grin.

They stood smiling at each other for a while like they hadn't seen the other in years before Cordelia looked around the classroom.

"Isn't this dreary."

"What? Oh yeah," Hermione exclaimed, suddenly remembering she was still in class. "We're in Potions now."

"Potions huh."