Disclaimer:  This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K.

Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books,

Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being

made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Synopsis:  Action/Romance/Comedy-Everyone from Hogwarts returns to their much

beloved school for the 10 year reunion.  However, evil is in the air when the alumni

find they are all unable to leave the school, and there is a mole working in their midst. 

Love triangles emerge as the plot thickens to escape before something goes very, very wrong. 

                                               

                                    CHAPTER 2: EYES DARKER THAN COAL

           

            The next morning the entire crowd congregated for breakfast.  Ron sat between Harry and

Hermione.  On Hermione's other side sat Neville. Next to Neville was  Lauren Liamria, keeping to

herself and looking very uncomfortable.  Over at the Slytherin table, Lavender, who had decided she

would alternate between the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables, was deep in argument with Draco, over

which model was skinnier, Patrica Leon, or Samantha Scarlet.

           

            "Draco you must be kidding me!  You saw Patrica at that party last month!  She was

permanently station at the buffet table," Lavender agued.

           

            "Yeah, but did you see how many times she went to the witches room!  1000 Galleons says she

threw it all up again!" Draco returned. 

           

            "Umm yeah sure, your only defending her because you fancied her during the filming of that

movie you both did together," Lavender said coolly, "besides, Samantha is one of my best friends in

the business.  Every time we fast, she beats me by like 3 days."

           

            "Whatever Lavender, I really don't care about your stupid little anorexic friends," Draco

said in his cold drawling voice.

           

            Lavender gasped and started yelling at him for being so insensitive.

            Next to Draco, James McCurdy looked across the table at Pansy

Parkinson and sighed,  "Good heavens, how long is this going to last?"

            "You're telling me, she is such a spoiled brat, she should be grateful that he pays any

attention to her at all," Pansy who never quite recovered from her crush on Draco sniffed. " Remind

me again why are they going out?" she asked.

            "Well despite what the press may say about their relationship being just for publicity, I

 really do think they actually like each other.  It's hard to tell sometimes though."

            He smiled to himself, thinking of the countless time he had caught the two snogging in

various places, parties, restrooms, even in the carriage on the way to the castle.  Of course they

never knew he was there.  As it turns out James McCurdy was actually an animagus, a powerful wizard

who could turn himself into an animal at will.  James's animal was a hawk.  It was a talent that

came in quite handy on numerous occasions.

            James was from a small town in northern Wales.  He now took on the responsibility running

 the family business, a small broomstick manufacturing company, and was always seen wearing a

pleasant smile. Anyone who ever met James never guessed that he was sorted into Slytherin.  He was

much more of a Hufflepuff kind of guy; only a few people had the misfortune of realizing why he was

put in Slytherin... 

            Next to James sat Crabbe and Goyle, who had quite embarrassingly come out as a couple during

 their 7th year.  Crabbe was fussing at Goyle, claiming he needed to eat more. In turn, Goyle,tuning

 him out, stared longingly at Draco.  Finding it impossible to keep a straight face.  James excused

 himself from the table and departed from the Hall.

                                                *            *            *

            "Why on earth did I come?" a beautiful young women thought to herself as trudged through the

halls of Hogwarts.  "What did I expect?  Nobody acknowledged me back then?  Why should now be any

different?"

Her name was Margarita Suarez  and as misfortune would have it, Margarita, was turning the corner at

the exact moment James burst though the doors of the Great Hall.  With a sickening bang, the two

collided, knocking each other to the ground.  James jumped up at once, followed by Margarita, who

was a bit slower to rise. 

            "I am so sorry...", she began, but was quickly interupted.

            "You complete moron!" he screamed.

            Stunned beyond words, she jerk up to see the infuriated scowl that covered his face.

            "But, I didn't..." she stammered.

            "Oh shut up!" he yelled.   Then adopting an accent much like her own he mimicked, "Oh, look

at me! My name is Margarita; I am sooooo damn special since I got to come to Hogwarts later than

everyone else because I am sooo wonderful.  Bow down to me!"

            "What the hell are you talking about?" she questioned, feeling an intense heat rush to her

face.

            "O no, poor little me, why won't anyone ever talk to me?" James continued,  "All they do is

ignore me!  Maybe I'll just sulk around the castle, like an idiot and trip over any unsuspecting

passerby!" he mocked.

            Speechless, Margarita quickly open and closed her mouth.  Still finding nothing to say, she

extended her hand, smacked him hard across the face, and ran off.

            She hadn't even gone down two corridors when she smashed into someone else. This time it just

happened to be Draco Malfoy. 

            "Whoa hold up!" he exclaimed, "What's the rush senorita?" he sneered.

            He was just about to make a really snide cutting remark, but when he looked down at her

tear-streaked face, he thought better of it.

           

            "Are you alright?" he heard himself ask.

           

            Her charcoal eyes locked into his and she nodded, before tearing out of his grasp and

escaping once again.

                                                *            *            *

            Shrugging, Draco turned and began to walk down the hall.  He spotted James McCurdy down the

passage and decided to inquire about the blacked-eyed woman.

            "Hey James!" he called.

            "Yeah?" James replied, turning around.

            "Did a Spanish-looking girl come rushing down this hall a moment ago?"

 

            "Umm maybe, I don't remember," James answered innocently.

            "She looked upset about something, won't tell me what though..." pressed Draco.

            "Well let me think for a second... Oh you know what, come to think of it, she did just run

by here.  I wouldn't worry about it though.  That girl is always complaining about one thing or

another; drives me crazy," James grumbled.

            "You mean you know her?" gasped Draco.

            "Yeah, of course I know her.  That's Margarita Suarez.  Don't you remember during 5th year,

it was a really big deal?  Her dad is some big shot down in Mexico, so she got to come to Hogwarts

for the first time, even though she was already 15."

            Straining his memory, Draco tried to place the beautiful girl.  Being unable to, he lied,

"Oh yeah, now I remember, she was in what, Gryffindor?"

            "Close, Ravenclaw," James answered sweetly, knowing very well where all this was going.  He

was very disappointed when Malfoy cut the conversation short.

            "Oh yeah that's right," Draco said slowly.  "Well thanks for all the help; I'll see you

later."

            And before James could answer, Draco was gone.  

                                                *            *            *

           

            After breakfast, Neville and Hermione were walking back to the Gryffindor common room arm in

arm. 

            "Wow it sure is weird being here again after all these years," Hermione sighed.

            "Yeah I know, who would have thought that I would finally be able to find a profession I am

good at and manage to convince a beautiful women that I am worthy of her love," Neville smiled.

            "Well, it didn't take too much to convince me of the latter I assure you," she answered

fondly.

            "Wow, I am a lucky man!" he exclaimed.

            "Well if you want to see just how lucky you really are, how about you meet me in Filch's

broom closet in oh, say 30 minutes?" she questioned coyly.

            "Oh definitely," he answered with a triumphant grin.

                                                *            *            *

            "Thank you Lauren for coming on such short notice, I am sorry to say I am in quite a rush so

we don't have much time.  Are you all set?" Neville inquired.

           

            "Yes Professor Longbottom, I am really looking forward to seeing these legendary green

 houses.  I must admit that I am rather envious that you got to study here for so many years," the

young assistant replied.

            "Now Lauren, please call me Neville, and yes I must admit that I was rather appreciative of

theses old greenhouses back in my school days.  Herbology was the only subject I could get by in

without Hermione's help," he reflected fondly.

            "I don't see how that could be, you are such a brilliant teacher," she cooed, placing her

hand on his arm.

            "Oh," he said blushing, "assure you I wasn't back then, I'm still not, but thank you Lauren."

            "Well, shall we proceed?" she asked innocently.

            "Oh yes of course," he flustered.  And the two disappeared inside the tropical paradise of

the Hogwarts greenhouses.

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Author's Note:  Alright well that's all for now!  And yes, I steal the name Samantha Scarlet from

everyone's favorite player in the game Clue. Please review and if everyone seems to like it

then I will post the next chapter as soon as I can. I am always open to suggestions about where you

think the story should go.