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Chapter 4 "Don't Judge a Book by its Cover"

The day went by pretty fast. Hermione mostly kept to herself, not really speaking to anyone.

She was pretty happy with the classes she had. Except for one thing. Well maybe two. She had three more classes with the Gryffindor house. That didn't go to well with her.

It was still hard to see her friends and not be able to talk to them. But it mostly hurt to see the expressions they walked around with, especially because she knew they were like that because of her.

Hermione couldn't help but wonder if she would ever go back to her normal life. If she would finish the year as Mia Ginger Adams, or would she graduate as Hermione Jane Granger?

She made a mental note to ask McGonagall later on.

But the second reason for why the day hadn't gone as smoothly as she would have liked, was that she had to sit next to Draco Malfoy in two of her other classes, which made three in total. And if she wasn't sitting by him, she sat either right behind him or right in front.

Hermione became quite suspicious about this. She would bet her life that McGonagall had something to do with this.

Merlin! Did that woman really want to throw Hermione at Draco!

But now that she thought about it, she made a whole list of things she didn't like.

First of all, her Charms Professor made her stand in front of the class and introduce herself.

She tried to give the basic information. She introduced herself as Mia G. Adams, who lived in Italy and was home schooled and was now 17.

The professor seemed pleased with such information that he let her have a seat after she was done.

Despite her best efforts, Hermione blushed scarlet red.

Now she was sure that that was something that Slytherins didn't do, but at the moment she could only concentrate on neither choking nor tripping over her own feet when she walked.

But she managed to get back to her seat unharmed.

Second, Draco did not stop glaring at her every time they made eye contact.

Hermione sighed in desperation. Perhaps she had gone too far with the whole being hostile thing.

She made herself a promise that she would at least try and talk to him in a civil manner so that she could start getting her information.

But Draco did not make things easier.

She was sitting in Transfigurations, her last class of the day, and Draco was sitting right next to her.

Hermione was lost in her own world, trying to come up with a list of what-to-do's for that day. She had plenty of tasks, but she was trying to put them in order in a very Hermione like manner.

She was so engrossed in her mental list that she didn't hear when Draco spoke to her.

"What?" Hermione turned to him after what seemed like ages.

Draco glared at her. "Are you deaf or something?"

Hermione smiled sweetly at him. "No. I just don't pay much attention to non important things."

Draco's glare became more pronounced and Hermione wanted to kick herself. Whatever happened to her promise.

Hermione frowned and sighed deeply.

"I'm sorry. I think we started off on the wrong foot. And perhaps we should introduce ourselves properly." She said.

Draco stared at her, as if seriously doubting her sanity. "Did you hit yourself on the way to this class? Or is your first day a bit too much already?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to be nice. It seems like we are going to spend a lot of time together, so we might as well work with it. But if you prefer for glares and insults to be the only interaction we have, well then be my guest."

Draco smirked at her, and Hermione realized what she had just said. it sounded harmless, but it also sounded as if it could have a double meaning, and it sure as hell looked like Draco had chosen to pay more attention to that non existing meaning.

Hermione blushed again, much to her dismay and to his entertainment.

"Ok. Fine. So let's have more interaction than that." her continued in his teasing voice.

Hermione made a point of rolling her eyes at him.

Draco smirked again. "I'm Draco Malfoy." He said as he extended his hand to hers.

Hermione smiled. "Mia Adams." She said as she took his hand.

At first Hermione didn't know what to expect, but her hand seemed to fit perfectly into his. She stared at their hands in what almost seemed like amazement.

His handshake was firm, and yet gentle, as if he believed that he could break her hand. But Hermione wasn't really interested by that.

She was mostly in shock because when she had first touched him, it had felt like a certain flow of energy had passed from one to the other, and back again.

But it was gone as soon as it came.

Draco stared at the girl in front of him as if seeing her for the first time. He wasn't sure about her expression, but he was pretty sure he had the same one on his face.

He cleared his throat softly as he tried to pull his hand back. Hermione reacted with the movement, but she smiled brightly at him and with out looking into his eyes, she turned to face the front of the class.

"Pleasure to meet you." Draco continued in his formal voice, but it sounded much lower.

Hermione smiled at him as she once again turned to look at him.

"Pleasure's all mine." She replied before turning back to the professor again and started to take notes on what was written on the board.

Draco looked at her for a few more seconds before he shook his head slightly as if to break through the small trance he seemed to be in, and following her example, he started to write as well.

The rest of the class went on like that. They didn't speak at all anymore, but the tension that had formed between them during Potions, and had only gotten worse as the day passed, seemed to evaporate within each second of that class.

Once the class was over and the professor had given them their homework, Draco quickly grabbed all his things and with a small muttered 'see you later' he left the room.

Hermione stared after him, not sure of what had gotten into him. But she shrugged it off as she made her way to the library to do all of her assignments.

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"Damn. Damn. DAMN!" Hermione muttered to herself as she looked through her trunk.

It had been half an hour since she had walked back to her new dormitory.

When she had muttered the very well placed password to the huge portrait, she had frozen in the entrance of the huge common room.

At first she was amazed by all the beauty of the room. But then she frowned, wondering why the Slytherin snakes got a better house then Gryffindor.

'Because they are arrogant and rich. That's why' she thought to herself as she walked into the common room.

Everything was decorated with green and silver. It didn't look as bad s Hermione thought it would, considering that she didn't think that those two colors went well with each other, but green was one of her favorite colors, so she wasn't so worried about it.

There were people seating around the room, but no one paid any attention to her as she walked by them.

She quickly made her way up the stairs. She was surprised to find that the house was also set up differently.

In Gryffindor, they had one staircase for the girls and one for the boys.

But in Slytherin, they had only one staircase, the door to the girls' room was on one side, and the boys' was directly in front of it.

The two doors were just a couple of feet from the steps, and at the end of the narrow hallway was a large window, which had view to the lake.

Yes, the lake, but it was rather into the lake.

Hermione gasped as she ran to the window. She looked into the water with amazement.

She had read in Hogwarts: a History that the Slytherin house or dormitories was set underwater, but she had never taken much importance on the matter.

But now she couldn't stop looking through that window.

She sighed again as she walked back to the girls' door and pushed it open. She stood at the door, taking everything in.

The room resembled a maze, with large halls and loops. There where beds everywhere, of course.

She took a small step inside as she went looking for her bed.

The room was mostly empty, except for a few girls that were just sitting around and chatting away.

But once again, it was like she was invisible.

She walked and walked into she finally came to a bed that was neatly done and had a couple of bags on it.

"Mia G. Adams." Was written on one of the tags, so Hermione knew that this was her bed.

She opened the suitcase and proceeded to put everything away in her trunk.

She was about to leave for dinner when she remembered something.

And that is where the cussing began.

"Damn." She continued to repeat over and over again. She was looking for her jewelry box, where she had placed her bracelet which said her name.

She mentally kicked herself for being so careless. She hadn't thought possible for anyone to go looking for her things.

But anyone could be curious enough. She knew that it would have been better if she hadn't brought the bracelet at all, but it had been a birthday gift from her parents, so she never took it off.

Apparently, she hadn't even thought about it when she played her death. But when she was on the train, she had decided to take it off, and would think of what to do with it later.

But when she was putting everything away, she hadn't seen her box, and when she was leaving the room, for some reason she had thought about it.

But now it was nowhere to be found.

She continued to curse as the time passed by. It was useless. The box had either fallen, or been stolen. Hermione didn't know what to think.

"Are you okay?" Hermione heard someone say to her.

She quickly turned towards the voice, to find a tall, dark haired girl standing there looking at Hermione with a frown.

Hermione tried to smile. "Yes. I just misplaced something." She said as she turned back to her trunk.

"Can I help?" The girl asked.

Now, Hermione knew that the girl was just trying to be nice, but Hermione didn't have time for kindness.

"Found it!" Hermione announced, as she had looked under the bed to find that the damned box had fallen there.

"Oh. I'm glad." The girl said. She walked to the bed that was to the left of Hermione's and sat down.

Hermione smiled widely. She took the bracelet out if the box, slipped it into her pocket, and put the box away.

She closed the trunk and whispered an enchantment to lock it.

She then turned to the girl who was still looking at her.

"Are you going to go to dinner?" Hermione asked.

The girl smiled weirdly. She reminded Hermione of Luna Lovegoood. Except this girl was much taller and had jet black hair with brilliant dark green eyes.

"Yeah." The girl answered simply.

Hermione stood there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Walk with me?" the girl said as she stood up.

"Sure." Hermione smiled as she walked next to the girl.

"I'm Mia, by the way." Hermione added.

"Elizabeth. But call me Liz. Everyone else does."

Hermione nodded. "Nice to meet you, Liz."

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They had made their way to the Great Hall with only small talk. They just talked about the weather, which subject they liked best, along with what teacher.

It turned out that Liz was a sixth year, which explained why Hermione hadn't seen her in any of her classes.

So naturally, they wouldn't be sitting together during dinner.

Hermione regretted not having made any friends. It would have been much easier to find someone to sit by.

She had even skipped lunch, thinking that she wasn't ready to see all of her friends. But skipping dinner would have been too much.

Besides, her stomach would so not allow it.

She then spotted Jacob, the guy she had sat next to in Potions. She smiled widely, although she could feel that half of that smile was faked.

But she still continued to walk towards the dark haired boy, when she felt a tug at her hand.

Hermione turned to find Blaise Zabini behind her.

She frowned in confusion.

"May I help you?" She asked.

Blaise smiled. "Why don't you sit with us?" He asked as he motioned with his head to where his group sat.

She looked only for show, since she already knew exactly who sat on that part of the table.

Hermione forced a smile. She didn't really want to sit there. But Draco Malfoy was sitting there already, lost in thought.

So Hermione decided to accept Blaise's offer.

"Sure." She said, allowing him to guide her back.

"Move." He said to another boy.

The small framed boy looked somewhat irritated, but didn't say a word and did as he was told.

"Sit." He said to Hermione.

Hermione looked away as she rolled her eyes. When she looked back, she saw that Draco was looking at her and smiling from across the table.

She knew that he had seen the eye rolling.

She didn't know what to say, but Draco moved slightly to the right and with his left hand he patted the empty seat next to him, asking for Hermione to sit there.

She frowned. Lucky for her, they were sitting at the edge of the table, so she didn't have to walk much.

But she still hesitated. Draco smirked and patted the seat again.

Hermione sighed inwardly as she got up to go sit next to him.

Duty called.

"Why am I sitting here?" Hermione asked, once she had taken her place next to him.

Her move hadn't gone unnoticed. Everyone at the table was now looking at then curiously.

Except for the girls. They were all glaring.

Except for Pansy. It seemed like she was trying to kill Hermione with her awesome x rays.

Hermione smiled slightly at her own joke.

"Because I asked you to." Draco answered Hermione's question.

Hermione smiled lightly at him.

"So ho was your first day?" Draco asked as he bit into an apple.

"Interesting." Hermione answered, as she herself took a bite of her food.

"Really. How so?"

Hermione shrugged and a teasing smile spread across her face. "I met a lot of important people!" She said in a loud whisper, as if sharing a juicy secret with him.

Draco rolled his eyes at her, but smirked at her joke anyways.

"I told you." Draco said, his arrogance still visible.

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically.

Draco laughed, and Hermione was amazed by the sound of it.

But she quickly hid her surprise as she pretended that she didn't know that he never laughed.

Draco however, did seem to remember. He quickly cut off his laughter and he cleared his throat.

"You know Mia. Your not exactly what I had expected." He said after a while.

Hermione smiled cheekily at him. "You know what they say. You should never judge a book by its cover."

Draco smiled lightly.

"True."

He then turned away from Hermione. She was once again confused for his sudden change of mood.

It bothered her that she didn't know the reason for the drastic changes, why he seemed to be perfectly well one minute and somewhat depressed the next. But what bothered her the most was that she was caring so much.

'It's my job to care. I have to break through his façade.' Hermione tried to convince herself.

But she knew that there was more to it.

Hermione had no idea why her words had affected Draco so much. She had no idea how correct she had been.

In Draco's case, it seemed to him like Mia had first judged him by the cover, than by reading the summary that was on the inside of the cover.

But to Draco that was still wrong. She had no idea of what he was truly like.

'Never judge a book by its cover.' Draco though to himself. 'What if someone guessed the right thing form the cover. But then again, what if the inside had changed, but the cover was still the same? Would a change be allowed after the book was classified? Would anyone pay any attention to it? Would anyone take a second look? Would anyone care?'

Draco sighed deeply.

Those were questions to which he didn't have an answer to right now. And even if he did, he wasn't so sure that he would like to know.

So there you go.

Chapter 4. I have to say that I wrote this in a hurry, so if there are mistakes, I'm terribly sorry.

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