Author's Note: I hope you guys are having as much fun reading as I am writing! Just thought I'd let you know…The fourth Harry Potter book is officially named "Harry Potter and the Doomspell Tournament". You guys probably knew that already, though! Here's a riddle you can answer in your review:

What is smaller than an ant's mouth?

It'll be fun to see what people think. I'll put the solution in Part 7.

"So…Do you need any help?" Hermione asked Ariele slowly, as they bent over their homework in the library.

"No thanks," Ariele replied. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Harry and Ron always jumped at the chance to have someone help with their homework.

"How were your other classes?" Hermione asked quietly, as she neatly wrote out the answer to a question about Tarnish Charms.

"Fine," Ariele responded, "Except we were combined with Slytherin for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Malfoy is worse than ever."

"That's to bad," Hermione grimaced, "What he do?"

Ariele looked up. "He tried to introduce me to all of his friends, and pretended that I liked him. He had a hard time, though, because whenever he said something I made a rude comment about it. He kind of just laughed and tried to cover up his embarrassment."

"That was smart," Hermione smiled.

Ariele scribbled out a sentence and put away the parchment.

"I'm finished," She sighed.

"Me too."

They gathered up their things and exited the library quickly, avoiding the reproving look Madame Pince was giving them.

Hermione was just about to ask Ariele a question, when Ariele said abruptly,

"Thanks."

Hermione frowned. "For…For what?"

"For everything," Ariele's voice was shy, "I…I didn't have any friends at Dremwick."

"That's too bad."

Ariele nodded as they turned a corner. Malfoy's figure stepped in front of them.

"My, you look lovely this afternoon," He said with a rare smile. He seemed not to notice Hermione, but she was thankful he didn't. She waited to see Ariele's reply.

Ariele wrinkled her nose and snorted, "What happened to you? Did you get dressed with your eyes closed?"

Of course, Malfoy was wearing the same clothing as the other students, but he tactfully ignored the remark.

"Would you like to do homework together this evening? I could tell you some more about the Polliwalis we learned about it Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"You?" Ariele rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't know a Polliwalis from a hedgehog."

Hermione couldn't resist a giggle, and Malfoy shot her a dirty look when she did so.

"Besides," Ariele continued airily, "I'm finished with my homework."

"Why don't we go for a Butterbeer at Hogsmeade next trip?" Malfoy tried, "My treat? You can get to know some of my friends, and you can get some time away from this mudblo--I mean, you can find some other friends, other than Miss Granger."

"I'm sorry," Ariele said with pursed lips, "Us muggle-borns have to stick together. I'm not sure your parents would want to have you mixing with mudbloods."

She spun on her heel walked down a corridor to her right, with Hermione following behind her.

"I would never say that to you!" Malfoy called after them, "Mudblood--That's a very harsh word!"

"Never say never," The girls said in unison as they walked toward the Entrance Hall. Then, ran several flights of stairs, before collapsing on the floor in the Charms classroom.

"That was great," Hermione laughed, "You really know how to make him mad. He was furious!"

Ariele couldn't reply, for she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk. When she finally could speak again, she stood up and leaned against the wall, imitating Malfoy.

"My, you look lovely this afternoon," She said in her best male voice, "Why don't we go for a Butterbeer?"

She toppled over and they rolled around in laughed. Unexpectedly, the door to the classroom opened. Hermione paused and Ariele bit her lip, obviously worried it was Malfoy.