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Disclaimer: Same as before. Oh, and the "Veela idea" as I call it, is borrowed from Cassandra Claire, a FFF(fantastic fanfic) writer. Sorry, it fitted in. Don't sue me: I'm broke enough as it is and you have no right 'cause I have written a disclaimer.*snickers*

A/N: Thanks to all those who have reviewed, you guys are the best!

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A/N: All Norwegian talk is now marked with …. Satisfied? *Boos from the audience* What? What do you want now? Oh, the story

The Exchange students: Chapter Three

Hermione had fallen asleep when they finally arrived at Trollheimen.

"Hermione," Ron said, nudging at her. "Wake up." He nudged her again, and she sleepily lifted her head off his shoulder, which she had been using as a pillow.

"Oh," she said, looking at it. A little pink showed in her cheeks.

"We have arrived," Ron said, much to cover the awkward moment.

"Right," she said, turning slightly away. Looking around, she asked: "Do we have to take our luggage now?"

Kjersti, who had followed the exchange, smiled. "No," she said. "The trolls will take care of it. You don't need to take the hand luggage, either."

"Okay," Hermione said and followed her, leaving Harry and Ron with the Norwegian boy – Mats, she corrected herself. They were in a large room full of cars, motorcycles, mini buses and buses, bikes and… large holes? The holes stood in two rows, going into two different walls. Under the holes there was a pile of mattresses and pillows. Over each hole there was a name in one colour each: Huldra, Rise, Nøkken, Dovregubbens hall

"What are all those holes?" Harry asked.

"That's our way of transportation to every part of the school," Mats said. "Trollheimen isn't just one building. It's more like many buildings scattered over a certain territory. We have one building for the girls' dormitories, one for the boys' dormitories, one bath house, one were we eat, and quite a few for the classes."

"Don't you have Houses?" Ron asked.

"What do you mean?" Mats looked puzzled.

"Well, in Hogwarts, the students are in four different houses, one for each of Hogwarts' founders. And we have the House Cup, which every House compete about."

"Oh. How many students are there in each House for every…grade?"

"About ten."

"That makes about forty students in the whole? We only have about 25 for each grade. Usually more boys than girls." Mats grinned.

"Why is it two sets of holes?" Ron asked.

"Because you have two ways to go, silly," Hermione said matter-of-factly, although she smiled at him.

"Right," Ron muttered. "Which one are we going in?"

"You see that one?" Mats pointed to the hole with Rise(blue) written over it. "That's the boys' dormitories. That other one," he pointed at Huldra(red), "is to the girls' dormitories, so I advise you to only use it when the teachers are other places. Usually they don't mind, only if you are there 'til after ten."

"We can be up 'till ten?" Harry asked. "At Hogwarts you have to be in the Common Room at nine. If they find you in the corridors after that, you get detention." Mats winced.

"Well, that ain't a problem here," he said. "We don't have corridors."

"Monsen," Risevis called towards them, "get moving. It's almost eleven o'clock. I want you guys sleeping fast; it's normal school day tomorrow."

"Shit!" Mats muttered. "I had forgot about that."

"Do the teachers allow you to talk like that?" Ron looked rather shocked. "If ours had heard you, they would give you detention for a week!"

"They would?" Mats looked intrigued. "Well, it's usually only Risevis who tolerate it. If it wasn't for that you guys were here, I bet he wouldn't say, "Get moving". It would be more like, "Get your ass in gear"." Harry and Ron looked admiring at Risevis.

"What a Headmaster you have!" Ron said and yawned. "But he has one point: I really want some sleep now."

"You betcha." Harry yawned too. Mats turned towards Draco and Crabbe.

"Come on," he said to them. "Oh, and that hole," he pointed to the hole which read Nøkken in a white colour against the brown wall, "leads to the bathrooms."

***

Hermione followed Mona reluctantly through the hole. "Don't stick your arms out," was the last she heard before she rushed through a dark tunnel. It stopped abruptly, flinging her out into a lit room. She flailed out with her arms to stop the fall, but she landed safe in a pile of pillows and mattresses. Now I see why there were so many pillows under the holes, she thought. Looking around the room, she saw that it was totally cowered with pillows and mattresses. Mona stood to one side, beside a door. The walls had a line of holes, similar to the ones in the room they had arrived from, but instead of a hole with Huldra on it, there was a hole with Gompetransport in a steel grey colour. Then Hermione heard a cry from the hole behind her.

"Quick!" Mona motioned her to get away from the hole. Hermione scrambled towards Mona. Just in time – a second later Pansy Parkinson flew from the hole – straight towards the opposite hole which read Gompetransport. Mona grabbed her wand and said: "Hullio Interruptio!" There was a loud *smack*, and Pansy flew headfirst into a sealed hole. She slumped down, groaning and rubbing her head. Mona waived her wand again, and the seal slid up in the wall over the hole again.

"Are you okay?" Mona asked. Pansy glared at her.

"Why did you bring up that wall? You could have thrown a pillow!" she said angry.

"It wouldn't have reached you," Mona said. "You would just fly straight back to the Transport stable. And probably crashed into a bike or car."

"Hmph." Pansy turned away. A patch on her forehead was starting to turn a yukky shade of purple-black.

"I can get you something for that bump," Mona suggested. Pansy narrowed her eyes, but it obviously hurt, so she said:

"Yes." Then Kjersti came out from the hole, which also read Gompetransport, but had the text under the hole. Guess that when the text is under the hole, it means that it comes from the place, and when it is over, the tunnel goes to the place, Hermione thought.

"I'm going to the hospital sæter with – Pansy, was it?" Mona said.

"Yes," Pansy said. Hermione was surprised that Pansy didn't tell Mona to just call her 'Parkinson', but shrugged it away.

"Ok," Kjersti said. "I'll just show Hermione around, then. Come on, Hermione. Oh, and take off your shoes." Hermione followed Kjersti out the door into another room, after taking her shoes in a shelf with "fifth years" on it. Hermione looked around wide-eyed.

They were in a room about the same size as the Gryffindor Common Room. It had a large fireplace in one corner, and white pelts all over the floor. They were very soft under her foot. In another corner there was another pile of pillows. There were tables of various sizes, chairs, and couches scattered around the room. There were reading lamps standing beside some of the chairs and couches, and lamps hanging from the ceiling. The walls had shelves with books and ornaments, portraits of wizards and witches, what Hermione reckoned was 'original' trolls and a very beautiful woman with a foxtail. The pictures seemed occupied, though, so she didn't dwell on them. Her eyes stopped on one item.

"A muggle stereo-player?" she said.

"Why not?" Kjersti asked.

"And muggle CD's?"

"What's wrong with that? The wizard world hasn't come to CD's and stuff, so why not use muggle stuff?"

"It just surprised me, that's all."

"Just wait till tomorrow then. You're going to be surprised by a new thing every minute. But now, we're going to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."

***

Hermione yawned and looked sleepily around. For a split second, she didn't know where she was. Then she remembered and looked around. To one side of her Mona and Pansy laid sleeping. Pansy snored loudly. Now where is Kjersti? she thought. She looked at the alarm clock beside Mona. It showed 7:00. Oh, well. Might as well get up…For a moment, she hesitated. She didn't know wether she should wake Mona and Pansy, or not… But then she noticed when the clock was going to ring. 7:30. Oh, bother, she thought. They're gonna wake up soon anyway. Might as well take a look around.

She hadn't had the opportunity last night, so first, she looked around the room which obviously was the fifth year girls' dormitory. There were nine beds in the room – the two beds which she and Pansy slept in obviously belonged to the girls who had went to Hogwarts. Hmph. Only nine girls in a hole class. The room was rather large – every bed, which she noticed was four posters just like at Hogwarts, although there were strange carvings in the ends, had what looked like a section of wall 'belonging' to it. Over one bed there were pictures and posters of horses, galloping around, grassing and jumping over fences with riders on their backs(only on the fence jumping, but while Hermione looked at one of them, the rider fell off and ran cursing after her horse). On the four poster had the name Hilde written on it. Over Kjersti's bed the wall was plastered with posters of a Chinese looking guy named Jet Li (A/N: He's so cute – and, of course, a helluva good martial artist) doing martial art-stuff, movies named The Matrix, X-men, and Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, and a Korean woman Michelle Yeoh (A/N: She's so cool! Did you know she does all her stunts by herself? She's very good at martial arts. I think she's from Korea) also doing martial arts stuff. It seemed like Kjersti occupied half of Mona's wall space too, but Hermione reckoned that Mona didn't mind.

A fire was crackling in the fireplace opposite the door. The beds lay with the back against one of the long walls, facing wardrobes with the names of the girls on it. Kjersti's wardrobe had what looked like a tapestry of posters of Jet Li and Michelle Yeoh. It also had some posters of two guys named Chow Yun Fat and Jackie Chan. Is she crazy about martial artists/movie stars or what? Hermione wondered. She saw two other closets too, with the names Hermione and Pansy on them over two other names.

There was a window beside the fireplace overlooking a vale with what seemed like suddenly flat ground on the bottom.

Hermione hesitated. Should she go down? She wasn't sure if there were many other students around, since this was the first day after the Christmas holiday. It didn't look like the other girls from Kjersti and Mona's – and now her – class had come back to Trollheimen yet. But she didn't want to bother anyone, and she wasn't sure where to go… Suddenly Kjersti burst into the room.

"Oh, are you awake?" Looking over at the sleeping forms of Mona and Pansy, Kjersti lowered her voice. "It's typical for Mona to sleep late. The breakfast is at eight o'clock. Care to join me and the boys?"

"Sure," Hermione said. "But I think I would like to take a shower first…"

"Right. I want to take one too. I've just been taking my morning work out." Smiling, Kjersti went over to her wardrobe, taking out some clothes.

"Come on, take some clothes," she said, trying to open Hermione's closet. "Damn,", she muttered. Looking at Hermione's confused stare, she smiled. "Oh, it's nothing. Wait a minute, so we can get your key." Going out of the door, Kjersti spoke through what looked like a door bell microphone(A/N: I hope you understood what I meant, 'cause I don't know what the correct word is in Norwegian, yet alone English), pressing one of the buttons. "Gry," she said. "Do you have Hermione's key to her wardrobe?"

There was a loud squealing noise, and a red ball with a long, skin coloured tail and big, round and red tail tip (A/N: or is it tail end?) jumped down on Kjersti's head. "GRY!" she shouted. "Ge'roff me! I've told you not to do that!" At last she got hold of the creature, and holding it at an arms length she looked angry at it, panting. Hermione started to laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

"What?" Kjersti looked angrily at Hermione.

"It was…just…that…look…on your…face," Hermione laughed, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. "So…funny."

"Right," Kjersti said, her anger fading. "I've told her not to jump on me like that, but she just can't resist it."

"What is she anyway?"

"Why are you talking that language? What are you saying?" Gry, the creature, said.

"I know you can English, Gry. So you have to speak it. You see, Hermione here, can't speak Norwegian."

"Oh."

"As for your question, Hermione, this," Kjersti pointed at Gry, "is our House troll(A/N: She's based on my best friend, who just happens to not be a troll in reality). Cute, isn't she?" The House troll blushed. Hermione had to admit that it was sort of cute: Irish red (A/N: hair colour) short fur covered all of Gry's body except her face, hands, feet, and tail – except for the tail tip, which also had fur on it and the shape of an orb. The places that didn't have fur on them had a light skin colour. Her eyes were a light shade of blue.

"She is very cute," Hermione said. Gry turned a deeper shade of red.

"Now, Gry," Kjersti said, turning to the House troll, "do you have Hermione's wardrobe key?" Gry nodded and handed Hermione a key almost identical to the one Kjersti had.

"Thank you, Gry. Are there towels in the bath house?" Gry nodded, and disappeared. Hermione looked after her, suddenly frowning.

"What?" Kjersti asked as they went into the dormitory again to get clothes.

"Does Gry work here?"

"Yes. I told you she is our House troll."

"Are there many house trolls working here?"

"Yes. They do most of the cleaning and cooking and so on."

"Like house elves?" Hermione's tone had turned icy.

"Christ, no!" Kjersti looked at her. "Did you think that? Of course they don't work here the way house elves do! They get paid, have holidays and free days, and all the other stuff. Jeez, we're not slavers, you know."

"That's okay, then," Hermione said and smiled. "I was starting to think that she was like a house elf."

"Fortunately, no. She would have been punished a thousand times a day if we had house elves rules." Kjersti stuffed her clothes in a bag, taking shampoo and a brush down in it too.

"Er, Kjersti?" Hermione asked, looking at the clothes Kjersti had put in the bag and the clothes in her wardrobe. Kjersti looked up.

"Yes?"

"Why do you only have one wizard robe here and a hole bunch of muggle clothing?" Kjersti smiled. "I told you you would be surprised. I usually use muggle clothing. I like it better."

"Do everybody go with muggle clothing?"

"Most of us, yes. To be honest, I find boys in muggle clothes much more attractive than boys in wizard robes. I mean, boys in wizard robes look like they go with dresses!"

Hermione looked rather curious. "The teachers let you go with muggle clothes, then?"

"Why, yes. We don't have school uniforms here."

"That is great, isn't it?" Hermione sighed longingly. "To avoid having to wear the same thing as everyone else."

"Well, yeah, but I think we have to go take that shower soon if we're going to make it to breakfast when it starts. Do you have any muggle clothes with you, or do you want to go in wizard robes?"

"Fortunately, I remembered to take with me muggle clothes too in case we were going on a trip in the muggle world."

"Good for you, then. Smart, too. We are going to be in the muggle world sometime. Shall we go then?"

"Yep. What time is it?"

"7:20. I'll leave a note to Mona." Kjersti scribbled a note to Mona, and they went out the door and down to the 'tunnel room', as Kjersti called it. They flew through the 'Nøkken'-hole, and landed in a pile of cushions.

"Those pillows come in handy," Hermione commented.

"I totally agree with you," Kjersti said, grinning. They went through the door, and were in a small room with a lot of doors on it. Hermione counted at least a dozen. Some of them were marked with green light, some of them with red light.

"Right," Kjersti said. "I think this one's unoccupied." She opened the door and suddenly took a step back. Hermione got a clear view of Ron standing there with a towel around his waist, drying his hair out. His chest was bare. My, my, Hermione thought. He has certainly got a great body built…STOP THAT! This is RON! Your BEST FRIEND! You're NOT supposed to think like that!!! Her mind tried hard to keep her from staring at Ron and turn around instead, but her eyes were transfixed.

"Ummm," Ron said, looking at them. Harry came in too and looked at them.

"I think this bathroom is booked right now," Kjersti said and dragged Hermione away, slamming the door shut. Going into another bathroom – vacanted this time – and locking it, Kjersti looked Hermione into the eyes.

"I know you like him," she said. Hermione started to protest, but Kjersti held up a hand. "Wait. Let me finish. I know you like him. You know you like him. But to stand looking at him and blushing like a ten-year-old is not helping."

"But what am I gonna do?" Hermione said despairingly. "I'm his best friend! He only think of me like a friend!"

"It didn't look like that back in the mini bus last night," Kjersti smiled.

"But he's so…dumb… about it! He'll never realise it!"

"And you're not going to tell him it, are you?" Hermione shook her head. "Good. Relax, Hermi. We'll work it out. Maybe you'll even get together this year!"

"Oooooo, you're gonna PAY for that one!" Hermione said, running after Kjersti into the shower. She punched one of the shower buttons and Kjersti was doused in cold water, jogging suit and all.

"Why, you…!" she said, spluttering. Hermione giggled, but was soon spluttering herself, drenched in cold water as she was.

"Truce?" Kjersti asked.

"Truce."

***

Kjersti and Hermione emerged into what Kjersti called Dovregubbens Hall five past eight. Hermione looked around and saw Mats, Harry, and Ron, all having breakfast on their plates, waving at them from a round table designed for about seven people. Maybe thirty tables similar to it were scattered around the room. About half of them were occupied. Malfoy and Crabbe was sitting at a table not to far away. They had wizard robes on – obviously they didn't want to wear muggle clothes. They went over to Mats and co. and sat down. Hermione noticed a Menu lying beside each plate. Kjersti took up hers and opened it.

"I'll have a ham and cheese omelette, one slice of bread with strawberry jam and banana, and a glass of pine apple juice," she said – to the Menu? Instantly what she had asked for lay on her plate – the omelette still steaming. Kjersti turned towards Hermione.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"What do you have?" Hermione asked hesitantly. Kjersti smiled.

"Everything. We even have lama milk and coconut jam. But I wouldn't try that out if I were you."

"Right. Um, how do I do it?" Hermione had opened the Menu, only to find it filled with blank pages.

"You just find out what you want, and tell the Menu," Mats said. 'Tell the Menu', Hermione thought. And I thought going with muggle clothes in a wizard school was weird. But she told the Menu she wanted sausages and fried eggs and pumpkin juice, and it appeared on her plate. Hmph. At least you don't have to send things to the others at the table.

The hall was filling up now. Mona and Pansy went over to them, Mona sitting down beside Kjersti and Pansy going over to Draco and Crabbe.

"What class do we have first?" Harry asked.

"Potions," Mats replied through a mouthful of corn flakes.

"Oh, no!" Ron groaned. Kjersti looked curiously at him.

"What's wrong with Potions?"

"What's wrong with Potions? Well, for the first, we have an awful teacher-" Ron started. Hermione interrupted him.

"Ron, we don't have Snape here, you know."

"Oh, right," he said sheepishly.

"Snape?" Mats asked.

"That's the Potions teacher at Hogwarts. He's Head of the Slytherin House too."

"And you are in..?"

"The Gryffindor House. They," Ron tilted his head towards the Slytherins at the other table, "are from Slytherin."

"Oh. I see. The Slytherins are the bad guys, right?" Mats said. The Gryffindors gaped at him.

"How did you know?"

"The way you talked about them. Besides, no bad teacher would be Head of a nice House, now would he?"

"No. But what about your Potions teacher – is he nice?" Harry asked.

"It's a she. And she's very good. Everybody likes her."

"Then who's the bad teacher?" Ron asked. "You've got to have one."

"The caretaker. She guards the exit and tunnel use like a dragon on a pile of gold," Mats said ruefully.

"The caretaker isn't a teacher!" Ron protested. The Trollheimen students shrugged.

"Too bad," Mona said. "She isn't occupied with lessons and homework." Kjersti looked at her watch.

"We'd better be going," she said. "The class starts in five minutes. See you there," she said towards the boys and waved for Hermione to follow her. Mona sighed and motioned for Pansy. They went to the Girls' dormitory – Huldra, Hermione reminded herself – to get their books, before they went to the Potions house.

***

The Potions teacher, Lisa Guggedrikk, was the exact opposite of Severus Snape – she was such a sunny character that Harry almost needed sunglasses. She had long golden hair in a braid, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and a shining smile. She wore red wizard robes(it seemed like none of the teachers wore muggle clothes), and made Harry think about Ron's mum. She was a little plump and seemed to be in her mid-thirties.

"Think we could convince her to change schools with Snape?" Harry whispered to Ron. Ron grinned at him. They sat down beside Hermione and Kjersti, Mats between them and Draco and Crabbe.

"Are you abandoning me, Kjersti?" Mats said in a mock-hurt voice. Kjersti grinned at him.

"Sorry, honey, have to keep Hermione with company, you know."

"That's alright," Ron said. "You can sit with us." Mats smiled at them and sat down.

"QUIET!" professor Guggedrikk shouted.

"What's she saying?" Harry asked.

"She tells us to be silent," Mats said.

"Oh." Eventually, the class fell silent.

"Right," professor Guggedrikk said. Then she noticed the students from Hogwarts, and blushed a little. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, with a strange accent. "I forgot you would be in this class. How clumsy of me. Wait a minute..." she rummaged in her pocket, finally finding her wand and some papers. "Sorry. I had some owls this morning, and had no place to get the letters..." Then she raised her wand and said: "Languago allios!" With much more ease she said: "There. Now what you hear – from me – or read – written by me – in this classroom will be in the language you find yourself most in ease with. Easier for the teachers, and for you."

"Can't the students get a language spell too?" one boy Harry didn't know yet, asked in haltingly English.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because the Headmaster says so. He want you to practise your English."

"Damn."

"Don't swear while I hear it. Next time you'll get detention."

"Da- all right."

"Those of you who didn't know it – this is the exchange students from Hogwarts, the wizard school in England. You can all get to know each other in the break. Okay. Today, we will brew a potion called 'The far-seeing potion'. Can anyone tell me why it's called that?" Hermione raised her hand, a bit reluctantly. Guggedrikk smiled.

"Yes..," she looked down at a paper, "Hermione, is it?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "It is called 'The far-seeing potion' because when you take it, your sight gets aproxomately ten times better. If you take a double dose, it gets a hundred times better."

"Very good," Guggedrikk said and smiled again. "Now, does anyone know what it is made of?"

Hermione's hand went up in the air again.

***

"What do we have next?" Hermione asked. They(including Draco, Crabbe and Pansy – sorry, I'll always think of Vincent Crabbe as just 'Crabbe') were heading for the Tunnel room again.

"Defence against the Dark Arts," Mats answered. "Oh, that reminds me. Here." He handed each of the Hogwarts students a sheet of paper. "It's a time table. And some other information." Harry read:

TIMETABLE:

Time:

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

8.00-8.55

breakfast

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9.00-10.55

History of Magic

Potions

Transfigura-tion

Astronomy

DADA

11.00-12.55

Charms

DADA

Herbology

Potions

Divination/Arithmancy

12.55-14.00

lunch/break

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14.00-15.55

Herbology

Ancient Runes/MS

Charms

COMC

Transfigura-tion

17.00-18.30

dinner

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WEEKEND: Breakfast 8.00-12.00

Dinner 17.00-19.30

ABREVIATES: COMC = Care of Magical creatures

DADA = Defence against the Dark Arts

MS = Muggle studies

Arithmancy is the first and third week in the month theoretical, while the second and the fourth week is practical. When practical the lesson will find place 23.00-01.00 Wednesday night. Therefore the first lesson on Thursday morning will be free.

Muggle Studies is the first, third, and fourth week in the month, while Ancient Runes is the second week. Everybody have to attend both subjects. The MS in the fourth week is always practical: The students will be in the Muggle world for two hours, and have to give a report about the result. The first and third week the MS will consist of practical instruction in the interests the muggles have in their private life.

Quidditch practices takes place all days at 20.00-21.30

The gymnastic hall is also open every day from 06.00-22.00

"Quidditch practice? Does that mean that everybody can play quidditch if they want to?" Ron asked.

"Yes. How is it at Hogwarts?"

"There we have House teams. The others don't get to play quidditch."

"Stupid rule," Mats said.

"But hey, that means you guys can be with me and practise!" Harry said gleefully.

"Plus the fact that you can play quidditch this year too. If they had a team and a seeker, you couldn't have played," Hermione pointed out.

"Are you seeker?" Mats asked interestedly.

"Yeah. In the Gryffindor House team."

"Cool. I like to be a chaser. We don't have any regular seeker."

"You don't?" Harry asked surprised. "Why?"

"Too many want to be it, but too many ain't any good," Mats grinned.

Draco had been silent until now, but suddenly he said in an outraged tone:

"What?! Everybody has to take Muggle Studies?!"

"What's so wrong with that?" Kjersti asked, narrowing her eyes.

"What's wrong with that?! I'll tell you what's wrong with that! I'll have to act like some kinda Muggle lover! A Malfoy doesn't permit that!"

"What an arrogant git you are, Veela," Kjersti said. Draco looked shocked.

"What do you mean?" he spluttered. Kjersti stared pointedly at his silver hair.

"Did one of your forefathers have a round in the hay with a Veela? What did she do with him afterwards? Ate him?"

Draco was getting red spots on his cheekbones. Harry hadn't seen him look this mad since...He hadn't seen him this mad. Draco always kept a cold expression on his face. Kjersti was getting very red. It stood extra much out against her light blond hair.

"You dare insult the Malfoy family?" Draco hissed.

"More like insulting the Veela for mating with Malfoys, if all of them are like you!" Kjersti hissed back.

"Why, you b-" Draco was interrupted by Mats who dragged him away into another corridor.

"Get your books," he called backwards. "You're going to be late."

"Come on," Mona said and dragged Kjersti with her. The others reluctantly followed.

"Get your hands off me," Draco hissed at Mats and jerked his arm out of Mats' grip. "Why did you stop me? I would've beaten her."

Mats narrowed his eyes. "More like she would have beaten you."

"Hah." Draco sounded unconvinced.

"I mean it," Mats said. "If she had got the chance there, you couldn't have said 'hah'. We would have had to take you with us in a trash can."

"You haven't seen me fighting," Draco said in that arrogant tone of his.

"You haven't seen her fighting either," Mats replied. They stared each other in the eyes for a minute. Draco looked away.

"Why did she react like that, anyway?" he asked. Mats didn't comment the sudden change of subject, but said instead:

"She's muggle born."

"Damn Mud-blood."

Mats looked at him coldly. "I should have let her beat you up," he said and turned. Walking down the corridor, he called back at Draco: "Move it. We're late already."

Cursing, Draco ran after him.

***

"The Moss crawler live in all kinds of woods. It lures lost travelers who look at trees for the guidance of where south is. Now, why is wizards immune against this kind of atta-" professor Alrekstadfjell stopped and looked at the two boys coming through the door.

"Mats, can you explain why you were five minutes late?" he asked with a stern look at Mats.

"We had...er... complications on our way here. I had to explain some things to Draco." Mats tilted his head at Draco who sat down beside Crabbe. Pansy didn't seem to mind – she sat whispering with Mona. Draco looked relieved at that.

"Oh," Alrekstadfjell said. "Well, you are warned. If it hadn't been...Draco's? (Draco nodded) first day here, I would have given both of you detention. Now open your books on page 122. Read and note about the Moss crawler. To friday I want to have an essay about the Moss crawler – at least 2 rolls of parchment." The students sighed(ok, some of the boys groaned) and bent over their books.

***

They were in the Hall(Dovregubbens Hall) eating lunch. After Kjersti and Draco's fight, they sat like they had at breakfast. Draco didn't want to take the chance to trigger Kjersti's temper again, and she made it clear that she was still a bit mad at him.

"The first and third week the MS will consist of practical instruction in the interests the muggles have in their private life," Hermione read. Kjersti snorted.

"A fine way of saying that we have muggle sports in those lessons," she said. "Hansi does have a great way with words."

"What kind of muggle sports?" Harry asked with interest. Before he started at Hogwarts, he had participated in the soccer games at school, although because of Dursley the fun of it had been a bit doused.

"Lots of: Football – usually the soccer type – handball, volleyball, running – all kinds of sports," Mats replied.

"Handball?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah. Don't you have it in England?"

"No...We sort of concentrate on the football."(A/N: Ok, I'm not completely sure about that, but I think it's true. Please don't flame me if it isn't.)

"Do you know what we're going to have today?" Mats turned towards Kjersti.

"I dunno. Probably football. Maybe handball too.." Kjersti looked eager. "Hey, that reminds me," Kjersti suddenly said. "Have you guys got any jogging suits or something you can use?"

"I think so," Harry said dubiously. "I'm not sure."

"Let's get them, then."

They went to the Tunnel room.

"Hey! Wait for us!" Draco yelled. Is it just me or is the running to catch up with people the only thing I've done today? he thought. Mats looked back at him, with a look that said 'It's your fault anyway, so don't start feeling self-pity'. Draco sighed.

***

"So," Mats said. They(the boys) were in their changing room changing to the work out clothes for the Muggle Studies class – or, as Mats called it, the Muggle Sports class(same abreviate anyway).

"So, what?" Draco asked, pulling a t-shirt over his head.

"Are you part Veela?" Draco's head jerked up.

"What?"

"Are you part Veela?" Mats repeated, knitting his shoe laces. "I mean, you do have a bit...unnatural hair."

"I'm blonde! " Draco protested. From the figure wich was Ron bending over his shoe laces, there came a snort very similar to a restrained laugh.

"Yeah, right," Mats said sarcastically. "Blondes do have silver hair sometimes. Especially when they use wigs." This time, Ron did laugh, but Draco ignored him.

"Honestly," he said annoyed. "My hair has a perfectly normal colour."

"Yeah," Mats nodded, "for a Veela." Harry's mouth twitched while he pretended not to listen to the conversation.

"Why are you all of a sudden so fixed up on my heritage?" Draco said irritably.

"I'm just curious," Mats said innocently. "We have to get to know each other, you know. And the best way is to start with facts about each other."

"Facts about me, you mean," Draco muttered. "Sorry, pal." (A/N: I'm not sure if they say "pal" in England, but here Draco does. Don't kill me.) He stood up and went through the door. "Come on," he said to Crabbe, who grunted and trudged after him.

"You know," Mats said to Harry and Ron when the door shut, "it wouldn't be all that hard for him just to admit that he's part Veela."

Ron shook his head. "I doubt it. It's hard for him just to be in the same room as me and Harry and not pick a fight."

"Yeah," Harry joined in. "I'm amazed at how much selvcontrol he has."

"Aw, come on," Mats said. "It can't be that bad."

"Yes it can," Harry and Ron said simultaneous.

A/N: So, what do ya think? Yes, I know it isn't Draco-ish to say 'pal', but..I had to have him say it. Sorry. Oh, and I know that I sort of stopped in mid-day, but the MS lesson just wasn't eventful, and I was too lazy to write it. And sorry to all those Draco lovers (I know you are out there!^_^), I'm so, so sorry that Draco had to be such a jerk in this chapter. But, he'll improve, I promise!!!

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