A/N: A big thank you to .Penyucksee. for adding the story to his/her favorites already! I hope that you will enjoy the rest of the story!

Chapter 2; Last evening at Hogwarts

"How does it feel, not being a student at Hogwarts any longer?" Professor Flitwick asked, smiling from behind his beard and Bibi looked around the Great Hall, laughing. Every last year student that had actually graduated had gathered for a little party and nearly everyone was dancing and drinking. Bibi didn't really feel like this would be her last night at Hogwarts at all, in contrary to what her head of house was saying.

"I think the biggest blow is yet to come Professor, but I'm really glad that I may continue my studying at Stanwood straight away. People whom are starting the shortened education will start in the summer holidays so that they may receive their diploma in February of March." Bibi answered after a moment and tried to wave away a floating tray with champagne on it.

"Oh come on Miss Clear, have a drink with the rest of the students. There's always tomorrow to be acting all grown up," Professor Flitwick said with a wink as he levitated a glass down from the tray. Bibi giggled and took a glass from the tray. Normally she wouldn't drink but seeing as she had just graduated with very good results, she could make an exception!

A smile appeared on Bibi's face as she took a sip out of her glass and excused herself to Professor Flitwick. She had just remembered that she needed to pick up a yearbook and if she would forget to do so Hermione Granger would kill her. And she was very capable of that. The extraordinary smart Gryffindor was her new roommate at Stanwood, adult education for the magical working branch.

Together they hoped to find a way to combine Muggle healing with magical elements but it would be a lot of work. At the moment there wasn't a clinic in the magical community that was even remotely interested in their efforts. That meant that they would need to open their own clinic to realize their dreams and that was a very big shitload of work. Well, first they needed to graduate from the training. After that, come what may

"Hey Hermione! Did you save a yearbook for me?" Bibi asked upon reaching the table and switched her empty glass for a full one. Hermione frowned at her but managed a grin anyway. Obviously she had decided not to mention the fact that she hadn't seen Bibi drinking on any occasion before. Instead of saying something the bushy haired Gryffindor disappeared under the table and quickly reappeared with a thick, in leather bound book. She put it on the table with a loud bang and said cheerfully: "I was saving a special copy for you!"

As she spoke Hermione opened the book and turned the pages. Both girls needed to laugh at Ron, who was making funny faces at the camera. Right next to him Neville Longbottom slipped from his stool and landed on the floor, whilst Harry was trying to get out of the picture without anyone noticing. The Hermione in the picture was waving up at them, an opened book still in her lap. The pictures of all the seniors were looking fantastic!

"Collin really made an effort to make those surprise pictures! They really turned out great!" Bibi said laughing at a picture in which Seamus was just accidently blowing up something. Next to her Hermione nodded and quickly turned a couple of pages, to a page where Bibi's picture was on. It was a picture where she slipped and had grabbed an empty cauldron. The gigantic cauldron tipped over, making sure the blonde girl disappeared inside of it.

"I think this one is absolutely brilliant!" Hermione said, nearly chocking on her laughter and Bibi to needed to snicker. It looked hilarious!

"I've never even noticed this picture being taken." She said, still laughing and wiped away a tear from her face before hugging Hermione.

"Thank you so much!" She muttered softly and wanted to say more but was interrupted by an al to familiar voice. "Okay ladies! Break it up! Crying you can do in your own time. Besides, the two of you aren't getting rid of each other by a long shot. That is why I believe that you should hug me, since I am actually going to an entirely different place."

A broad grin appeared on Hermione's face as she turned around to face one of her best friends. "As if you are ever short of attention Harry." She said, the grin still plastered on her face as she hit him against the shoulder. Yet before the black-haired boy had any chance of answering Hermione sniffed up and hugged him tightly. Bibi was just able to hear her sob: "Everything is going to change now!"

At that moment Ron Weasley appeared at the table, looking very uncomfortable with the entire situation. He didn't like it when Hermione got all emotional and Bibi found it wise to leave the trio for a moment. They looked like they needed a little privacy and, as she had just found out… Het glass was empty yet again. So she signaled to Ron that she would see them later in the evening and slowly moved away from the trio. Her movements not as steady as they used to be.

~*~

From the shadows of the Great Hall no one other then Draco Malfoy was watching as everyone was partying. He was watching as Bibi Clear gave her yearbook to her head of house, just for safekeeping and took of her shoes. After that she grabbed a boy from her own house and nearly dragged him towards the dance floor. She was wearing a very short, dark blue dress with very small bands over her shoulders. Her hair pinned on top of her head in a messy heap and tumbling down onto her shoulders and back in big curls. There was a huge smile visible on her face and the uptight Ravenclaw he had seen for years seemed to have disappeared completely. So that lead to the conclusive that either Bibi was a bit intoxicated of she had kept a very cheerful twin sister hidden for all those years.

Madame Pomfrey had removed the splint from his nose nearly two weeks ago and it looked as though the accident had never happened. Yet Draco had not forgotten about it. The Ravenclaw was on his mind a lot and somewhere in the back of his head he found it incredibly brave of her that she didn't try to hide just what she thought of him. Of course he would never admit that out loud. Just the idea that everyone would just say what there were thinking. No, he would never admit out loud that he could appreciate such a quality in any person's character.

Draco snorted and combed through his hair. If the blonde Ravenclaw really believed that he didn't know what a Mudblood was, then she had a couple of wires tangled in her head. He really didn't need a dictionary to repeat the meaning of that word.

Mudblood: A Witch of Wizard born to Muggle parents. Someone with tainted blood without pure magic in his or her veins.

The word on its own wasn't that hard at all. The use of the word was much harder to determine. People just didn't understand that you needed to put just the right amount of disgust and loathing in it. Mingled with just a tad bit of anger. Too much of less of either and the entire effect would be lost. He was a master in the use of the word. There wasn't a situation that passed him by in which he would miss the opportunity to use it.

"Why are you lurking about in the shadows, looking all grumpy and such? I thought you were going to use this evening to settle a certain score?" A voice right next to Draco drawled and the blonde teenager was awoken from his thoughts. As he looked around he saw a boy who seemed his complete opposite. Blaise Zambini was a dark, slender boy with pitch black eyes. He moved with an elegance very rarely seen in a boy and from time till time it made Draco wonder whether Blaise was straight. "I will. I'm just waiting for the right moment, otherwise it will blow up in my face."

Blaise raised an eyebrow, as though to say that he didn't believe one word that had just left young Malfoy's mouth. After a moment he looked at his perfectly manicured hands and said: "I think she's already halfway there Malfoy. If you wait any longer, your window of opportunity will have gone."

Draco rolled his eyes, something Blaise didn't neglect to notice and a smirk lit his face like a bonfire on Easter. He started laughing and stated: "You are afraid of the little wench!"

For a moment it looked as though Draco would slap his friend but decided against it. He only muttered: "I'm not afraid of a Ravenclaw!"

Blaise didn't seem to agree and reached over to pick up a glass, standing on a little side table next to the blonde Slytherin.

"You don't want to drink that." Draco said, just before the dark colored boy could touch it with his long fingers. Yet he didn't take his eyes of Bibi for one moment and Blaise looked up at Draco, a curious glint in his eyes. "And why not?

Draco frowned and broke of the staring contest with Bibi's back. Slowly he took out a small, black vial and showed it to his friend.

"Influencing draught. And seeing that you have plans for this evening I don't think it would be such a great idea that you would be so open to suggestions from other that you don't really know just what you are doing." Draco said it at a very calm tone but a sinister grin was spreading on his pale face.

"I'll be taking revenge and I'm going to do it so well that the stupid Ravenclaw won't even realize what hit her..."