Disclaimer: everything except Lorelei and the plot belongs to J.K. Rowling. I will profit in no way from this. Lorelei is my own, and is based on no person, real or fictional, living or dead.

The story takes place in their fifth year sometime. Funny stuff happens and Harry turns green at the end.


Chapter One - His Jaw Drops.

"Ah, Mr Weasley, I don't think we'll have you working with Potter today." sneered Professor Snape. "Potter, you can work with Granger, and you, Weasley, can partner our new Slytherin student when she arrives." Ron scowled darkly and clattered his ingredients and instruments round in an annoyed way. Snape turned to the door.
"Here you are, Miss van der Vork. You are five minutes late. I think we'll make that five points from Gryffindor, since none of them gave you directions. I expect they thought it would make them look good if you were late. Sit here, with Weasley." Snape pointed at the now slack-jawed Ron.
"Today we are making Befuddlement Brews, but perhaps Mr Weasley should be excused from class today ont he grounds that he doesn't need one." Snape's lips curled, and the Slytherins gave a chuckle as Ron's ears went fiery pink and he dragged his gaze from the new girl. Snape waved his wand at the blackboard and it filled with instructions. He began to explain the potion, and Ron's gaze drifted back to the new Slytherin.
"I'm Lorelei Van der Vorks." she announced the instant Snape stopped talking.
"Ron Weasley." muttered Ron.
"I've just come from Australia, and this is my first time in England. I love it, except for the rain. It's really sunny and hot where I come from..." Lorelei rattled on quite happily until Snape came round to inspect the potions.
"I see you have sucessfully tried the potion on Mr Weasley, but perhaps that is not a true test, as I imagine it would take little to befuddle him further." he said to Lorelei, who beamed happily none the less. Ron was pink again, but could not stop looking at her. 'She's so beautiful...' he thought to himself, gazing rapturously at her long, nearly black curls with red highlights, her smooth brown skin and her unusual gold eyes. He gradually left the dungeon, his mind drifting off into worlds of sun and red earth and antipodean voodoo, where this woman would dance around a fire, singing a wild song of prehistory.
Ron was interrupted in the middle of these pleasant reflections by a thumb in the middle of his back. He turned to see Hermione behind him.
"What do you want?" he asked irritably. For answer, Hermione gazed around the dungeon in a pointed way, and Ron followed her gaze. All the other students had packed up and were leaving. He blushed, and started to shove his things into his bag, which Hermione held out for him. They joined Harry, waiting at the door of the dungeon, and headed out toward the Dining Hall. Lorelei appeared back round the corner ahead of them.
"I've forgotten the way to my Common Room." she announced. "Could one of you show me the way?"
"Of course." volunteered Ron at once. "Here, Hermione, take this back to the Gryffindor Common Room for me, and I'll meet you at lunch." Without waiting for Hermione to answer he shoved his bag into her arms. As she staggered and was righted by Harry, Ron guided Lorelei down the hall. As they turned the corner Harry and Hermione could hear Lorelei gushing.
"So you're in Gryffindor. Tell me all about it." she enthused. Hermione hoisted Ron's bag to her shoulder. Harry looked at her, concerned. Her face was almost as pink as Ron's ears.
"My mum told me never to judge a book by it's cover, and never judge a person till you've walked a mile in their shoes." They trudged in silence to their Common Room. Just as they reached it, however, Hermione burst out again: "But I think I just have, and nothing would induce me to walk so much as a metre in those heels she had on."