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Chapter 4: Enemies

After dinner, all the demigods went to bed. The next day, they received their schedules. Happily, Annabeth realized that her schedule matched up with the others and Hermione. Arm in arm with her, she ran to Charms.

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The new exchange kids seem weirder than they did before. They look at each other like they know something that no one else does. And Percy and Annabeth seem too romantic for second years. They seemed like they had known each other for ages... but that wasn't possible... and their eyes, particularly Nico's, Percy's and Annabeth's looked like they had seen too much. Even Harry felt bad for them, and he had been through a lot... he decided to keep an eye on them.
Annabeth didn't think Hermione suspected anything different about them... but Harry seemed to. It was not because he was smarter (Hermione was extremely clever, considering that she wasn't a child of Athena) but he seemed to have less experience trusting people. Anyway, it was potions. The demigod walked down the stairs to the dungeons...

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Potions! Percy hoped he'd be good at this. It'd have to start with water, right? Annabeth had been acing everything. While he was considering this, he, Annabeth and the trio ran into an arrogant boy with blonde hair and a cruel sneer.

"Potty, Weasel and the Mudblood," the boy remarked slyly.

"Don't call her that!" yelled Ron. Harry tried to hold him back. A look of amusement spread across Percy's face. He gave Harry a wink that clearly said 'leave this to me' and strode up to the boy.

"Hello," he said.
Malfoy looked surprised. "Jackson."
"Yes, that's me," he said casually.
"What are you doing with these?" he asked, gesturing towards the trio as if they were drakon dung.
"You know, hanging out. There's a thing called friends. Not that you'd know," the half-blood commented.
Draco turned away from him. The Slytherin started up insulting them again, repeatedly calling Hermione a mudblood and making cruel remarks regarding the boys' families.

"Yo," Percy told him.
He turned round, confused. "What do you want, Jackson?"
"I'd stop talking to us if I were you," Percy threatened.
He sneered. "And why would that be? Should I be scared of you or something? You're just some puny exchange kid."
His cronies nodded and grinned. Annabeth wasn't sure they even knew what he was talking about.
Percy then got angry. Who did this boy think he was? He decided on a little showing off.
"Oh, I don't know. We used to learn wandless magic in America... I especially liked water magic."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he smirked arrogantly.

"Not much," Percy said, and strolled away, gesturing for the others to follow. Annabeth looked at him like she knew exactly what he was going to do. He warned her to keep quiet. The trio just looked confused, then angry. The son of Poseidon shrugged, and, after making sure his friends were out of range, summoned three powerful balls of water from the water fountains to splash in the faces of Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They spluttered, and it starting raining on them. The big, dumb ones looked up at the ceiling and shook their fists, but Malfoy looked for Percy and raised his wand. He drew a huge sphere of water into his hand.
"You really want to try?" He asked the Slytherin, sending him his fiercest wolf stare.
Draco backed down, but the look in his eyes warned Percy that he would now hate him. He didn't really care. A scrawny ferret was the least of his worries.

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Wow... Percy sort of scared Hermione then... he seemed to become one with the water. He must've been really powerful to do that. But she didn't think she'd heard of studying wandless magic in America. And at twelve! He must've been super good at magic. But then why wasn't he that good at any of the other lessons? A million questions swirling round in her head, Hermione went to class.

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"How do you do that?" Hermione asked in amazement.
"Oh, erm, I always liked cooking at our, er, old school," he explained hastily.
"Cooking? Don't you mean potions?" asked Hermione, confused.
"Oh, yeah, that," Percy said, before turning back to his potion which was the perfect final shade of gold.
She looked back at her lemon yellow one with distaste.
Professor Snape came over to their table where she, Harry, Ron, Percy and Annabeth were sitting. Annabeth was a great person. She'd actually read Hogwarts: A History and she was just like Hermione... only she seemed a little cleverer... not that it matters... much. Professor sneered at Ron's and Harry's green and purple potions. He sniffed at Hermione's contemptuously, and shrugged cruelly at Annabeth's chrome yellow. He stopped dead at Percy's and scrutinized it heavily. Apparently, he couldn't find anything wrong with it, and decided not to say anything.
As class ended, Harry managed to hear Annabeth muttering something to Percy along the lines of 'blown it' and 'cheat'. She was smiling faintly, though, and she gave in when Percy gave her a kiss. He couldn't get over the fact that their relationship seems so... intimate. He felt like he was intruding, but then again, it seems so natural... they're lucky to have each other, he thought.
XD You have no idea, Harry...