Changes Can Be Made

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A/N: So this is the Slytherin version of the previous chapter…

Arabellagrace: lol, yeah BUT things are hopefully (if I write it correctly and not make thing difficult to understand) get a bit simpler. Thanks for your reviews, if you have any suggestions or corrections juust let me know! :D THANKS AGAIN! ;)

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Chapter 7: From another's Point of View – Slytherin

Lucius glanced towards the door as the transfer student called Hermione Grace entered. She was stunning!

'She must be a pure-blood,' he decided, 'no mudblood could be THAT hot.'

As she neared the stool and waited to be sorted his hope for her to be sorted into Slytherin grew. But the stupid hat sorted her into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin.

'Damn that stupid hat!' he screamed silently.He was absolutely appalled but not enough to erase the interest or attraction she peeked in him. He watched as she befriended that filthy mudblood Evans and those troublesome gits, the marauders. They weren't worthy to be in her presence. He was.

He continued to stare, 'she would be a wonderful asset to the dark lord and a great death eater! That's for sure…'

He was too deep in thought that he didn't notice her turn around. When he did realise, he almost had a heart attack. Her face was beyond pretty! The only off-putter she had was that puffed up mane she called hair. He would be sure to make her change it once she's his. Oh yes, there was no doubt about it… She would be his… whether she liked it or not.

Severus gazed after the transfer student as she walked through the middle aisle. She was good-looking. She was more beautiful than most girls that strutted around Hogwarts; maybe even prettier than Lily. Severus shivered regretfully as his mind replayed the moment he called Lily a mudblood. This girl, Hermione Grace, was different from all those other girls.

He grimaced as the hat announced her new house… Gryffindor. It was such a disappointment to him. He would have liked to get to know her, but as everyone knows Gryffindors and Slytherins don't get along. It's a war of houses between them. He growled when she started to socialise with the marauders… his enemies.

'She should know better than to hang out with those idiots…' he grumbled to himself.

He didn't notice the bookworm, Remus, point out his staring eyes and when she turned to look at him his breath hitched. She was breathtaking. Her hair was a puffy bundle of loose curls, some people might say it's a horrid mess but it suited her and he liked it. As he took in the features of her cute face he noticed that her eyes weren't just beautiful pools of caramel-chocolate, they were analysing him.

'She has intelligence… good…' he thought satisfied with his discovery. Though he never once questioned her blood status at all. He gazed into her glistening eyes that showed curiosity and a sense of knowing, as if she knew him. That spiked his interest in her. She was fascinating, smart AND attractive…

'My kind of girl…' after this thought escaped his mind, he realised that she was staring right back at him. Blushing, he reluctantly looked away from her to his plate. Too embarrassed to sneak a peek at her he decided to remain physically emotionless and never tell a soul of his little crush.

Regulus Arcturus Black is above others, especially his brother. No man, woman or child can unnerve this guy, especially no mere girl; that was until Miss Hermione Grace entered the hall. She was very cute, a little messed up with the hairy mane she had, but still VERY VERY cute. He blushed a slight shade of pink before shaking his head to empty his thoughts of her. But no matter how hard he tried, she was just too thought-provoking for him to stop. He waited impatiently for the hat to choose a house for her and when the hat did, he was infuriated. Gryffindor! He was disgusted.

'She's just a stupid girl… Nothing I need to be concerned about,' he thought.

But as much as he tried to stop thinking of her he couldn't prevent himself from watching her. She sat with the mudblood Lily Evans and his traitor of a brother, Sirius. His disgust grew as he watched them socialise. Minutes had passed and Regulus still couldn't tear his eyes away from her. She was too… lovely. Then, out of nowhere, she turned and looked toward him. His heart skipped a beat, 'how can this girl have that effect on me?' he asked himself. 'stupid girl!'

Then, just as suddenly as she looked, she blushed brightly. He chuckled to himself, satisfied with the effect HE had on HER. She looked confused after a while but turned away eventually. He continued to observe and during that time he noticed something. Sirius was undeniably infatuated with this girl. It was only obvious to Regulus due to the fact that he was Sirius' brother and knew when Sirius was infatuated – though this fact was something that Regulus was too ashamed to ever admit to anyone. He hated Sirius the most. He wanted Sirius to suffer. Regulus would always take the things Sirius wanted, always got better grades and would always take or hate the girls that Sirius wanted; and this Hermione Grace was what Sirius wanted.

'If he wants her I'll just have to make sure he doesn't get her…'