Chap. 3
The next morning was, hmmm, interesting in the least.
"OK, it's 5:45, everybody up," Hermione said a bit too cheerfully.
"Shove it," Kelly said as she covered her ears with a pillow.
"Yeah," Jessica agreed. There was some mumbling in assorted languages.
"Dorian, get up!" Hermione said forcefully. She ripped the coverlet off Dorian to reveal her silky, Chinese looking pajamas.
"Vees-avous!" she whined as she kicked Hermione's cheek.
"Hey, you-," she said. She let go of Dorian's comforter for just a second. Dorian took advantage of it and snatched her covers back.
"Hah! Je suis fatigue!" Dorian moaned.
"Well excuse me for trying to get you up to eat breakfast. Our first class is at 8:00. I hope you make it. You can get your schedules in the Great Hall. Tah-tah," she said sarcastically as she left the room in her bathrobe for the Prefects bathroom.
"What crawled up her butt?" Kelly asked. Everyone smiled and went back to sleep.
*
About forty minutes later, when Hermione returned from the Prefect shower, the rest of the girls were up and getting dressed.
"About time," Hermione scolded.
"Where'd you go?" Jessica asked, noting Hermione's drying hair.
"Prefect bathroom."
"Oh. Did they have hot water?" Lavendar asked stiffly.
"Yep, practically boiling. It felt so good!"
"Oh, shut up."
"Why?"
"By the time we got up, there wasn't any hot water left," Parvati said jelously.
"Oh. Snooze you lose."
"Well, best head to breakfast," Pootan said, pulling her hair into a bun.
"These uniforms are awful!" Caluesse moaned. Hermione had to cover her mouth with her hand to not burst out laughing. Caluesse looked terrible. "They're cut wrong, brown and black makes me look like a bruise, and ties on girls went out, like, twenty years ago!"
"Here," Dorian motioned for Caluesse to come into the adjoining bathroom. Caluesse came out in a few minutes, smiling big.
"Tu as brilliante!" Caluesse exclaimed. Dorian and Caluesse both came out in white collared shirts and long black shirts with slits up to their knees. There ties were now silk scarves in their hair, which were pulled up in high ponytails. Their black uniform robes were unfastened and looked more like sweater dusters.
"Cool! How'd you do that?" Parvati squealed, leading Dorian back into the bathroom.
"You know Snape's going to take points away for not wearing your uniforms correctly," Hermione tutted. She could feel her cheeks heat as she looked down at her own knee length black skirt and gray tights. She tried to discreetly loosen her tie.
"Look, Herm. I know you're a big, rule-abiding prefect, but I'm not. A few points isn't worth making myself look like the fashion police's most wanted," Dorian said, putting on some lavender eye shadow.
"Fine, then," Hermione said. Pootan and her left the dormitory, perfectly uniformed.
Dorian said something extremely rude in French.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, meeting her in the common room. "Hi Pootan." The Indian girl wore the same, ticked off, expression as Hermione.
"Miss Ah-pette and Miss Soleim are wreaking their French havoc on our classmates," she said spitefully.
"Speak of the devil," Pootan muttered. They turned to see Dorian and Caluesse come down the stairs.
"Wow!" Ron said. Hermione shot him a cruel glare. Ron clamped his mouth shut.
"You have to admit, Herm, they do look, um, nice," Harry said.
"Bonjour, 'arry, Ron," Caluesse said.
"Oui," Dorian agreed, smiling.
"Uh, shall we go to breakfast?" Ron asked. He squeezed his way between Hermione and Caluesse.
"So, where do we get our schedules?" Dorian asked as they left the common room.
"Outisde the Great Hall. I assume Hermione all ready gave you the uniform lecture. Technically, as prefects, Ron and I should have you change," Harry said timidly.
"Yes, she did and no, we will not," Caluesse said.
"Personally, I think the uniforms are outdated myself," Ron agreed.
"Thank you for your support," Dorian said.
"No problem. Weasley, Ron," Ron told the Prefect handing out schedules. He was handed his timetable.
"Potter, Harry."
"Hapette, Dorian."
"Nice outift," the prefect muttered.
"Why, thank you."
"Soleim, Caluesse."
"What class do we have first?" Dorian asked.
"Uh, looks like charms. What extra classes did you choose?" Harry answered
"Care of Magical Creatures, Advanced Arithmancy, and Divination. You?" Dorian answered.
"Divination and Care of Magical Creatures, both of us," Ron told them.
"I took Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures," Caluesse said.
"Do they have a Café Machine anywhere?" Dorian asked the prefect.
"Uh, maybe in the teacher's lounge," he answered.
"How do I get there?"
"What?"
"You want to go in the teacher's lounge?" Ron asked incredulously. Dorian shrugged.
"What are they going to do, expel me?"
"It could be arranged," Hermione said, coming up behind them.
"Ooh, spiteful. Fine, if you rule followers are so worried I'll ask a teacher first," Dorian turned on her heal and strolled over to Fluer Delacour. They started conversing in speedy French. Fluer nodded and led Caluesse and Dorian down a hallway.
"Of course she gets what she wants," Pootan said coldly.
"I 'spect she always does," Hermione agreed.
"What's your problem with her?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I just don't like her," Hermione said.
"Look, Herm, she's probably not as good at you in classes and she doesn't look like the quidditch type. So she's a bit more - er - daring than you, but what does that get you?" Harry said.
Hermione shrugged and got her schedule.
"What's she taking for extra classes?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Arithmancy," Ron said.
"Arithmancy?" Hermione was startled. "Probably basic."
"Uh, no. She's in advanced."
"Oh," Hermione's lips formed a thin line. "Well, how's your coffee?"
"Good," Dorian and Caluesse said together.
"What's for breakfast?" Dean Thomas asked, joining their group.
"I dunno. Let's go see," Harry answered. The Great Hall seemed to be overflowing with people. Caluesse went over to say good morning to her parents.
"Ron, I believe I saw your mother and father. They certainly had you hair," Caluesse said when she got back. Ron gazed over and saw his mom and dad coming over.
"I didn't think they'd be here so soon," he commented as they said hello to his older brothers.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.
"Same to you, Harry," Ron's parents answered. "Good morning Ron, Hermione."
"Good morning," they both replied.
"Who are your friends?" Mr. Weasley asked, gazing at Caluesse and Dorian.
"Mom, dad, this is Dorian Hapette and Caluesse Soleim. Dorian and Caluesse," Ron paused, "uh, you guys?" He tapped Dorian on the shoulder.
"Que?" they asked.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"I said, Dorian and Caluesse, I'd like you to meet my parents," Ron said irritably.
"Enchante," they said, shaking the Weasley adults' hands.
"Et vous," Mrs. Weasley replied.
"Bonne!" Caluesse asked.
"D'où êtes-vous?" Mrs. Weasley answered.
"France, vous?"
"Great Britain."
"I didn't know you knew French, mum?" Ron said.
"I had to, for the Sovereign. We both speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, and Greek," Mrs. Weasley tweaked Ron's nose.
"Well, nice to meet you. Must be moving along. By the way, Caluesse, are your parents with the Order?" Mr. Weasley said. Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley seemed very tired and had many more wrinkles and worry lines than before.
"Yes. Jean and Marie Soleim. Have you met them?"
"We had dinner last night."
"Nice people, your folks. See you."
"What's our first class?" Dorian asked.
"Um, Herbology with Slytherins," Hermione said.
"Oh, joy!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Your father seems much more stressed out," Hermione commented to Ron.
"Yeah, well," Ron said, running his fingers through his hair, "things have been pretty crazy with You-Know-Who, and all. Can't say I blame him. He's up all hours of the night, working into the witching hours, pardon the pun."
"Poor guy. You know, they all seem rather run down," Olivia said, joining the conversation.
"Yes. Last time I talked to my parents, they were extremely tense. Hardly laughed at all, and large bags under their eyes," Caluesse agreed.
"Quelle heure est-il?" Dorian asked Caluesse.
"Il est sept heures et demie," Caluesse said, checking her watch.
"Time to go, then," Dorian told the group.
"What time is it?" Ron asked, shoving a pancake down his throat.
"7:30. Classes start at, what, 8:00?" Caluesse answered.
"So, we still have a half an hour."
"Fine, suit yourself," Dorian and Caluesse got up from the table and left the hall.
"I usually understand vaguely why girls do things, but I don't get them," Miles said from next to Ron. The others nodded.
*
Herbology proved rather interesting, as it was extremely funny to listen to Dorian and Venessé Miorhe insult each other. They mainly spoke in French, but it was extremely easy to figure out what they meant and when one of them was out of mean lines. The latter didn't often happen.
It seemed that Malfoy had a whole new clan of foreign cronies and that he had replaced Pansy Parkinson with Venessé. Pansy sat dejectedly at the other end of the table, tossing dirty looks at Venessé and Malfoy.
"Come on, Dorian. Let's get to Divination," Harry said, yanking her wand from her as she tried to curse her rival behind her back.
"I hate that girl!" she said malignantly.
"Yeah, we figured that out. Let's get going. Professor Trelawney's classroom's a walk."
They arrived at the Divination room with few problems, though they all got rather light-headed upon entering the class.
"It smells really awful," Caluesse whined. The others nodded.
Apart from Professor Trelawney's melodramatic sighs whenever she walked by Harry, the class was uneventful.
Next class was potions.
"Je suis froide," Dorian said.
"English?" Hermione asked exasperatedly.
"I'm cold."
"Yeah, it's always cold down here," Ron agreed.
"You can wear my jacket, if you want," Miles offered Dorian.
"Yeah, you can wear mine, Caluesse," Ron agreed.
"Merci! Comment doux," Dorian said, accepting Miles' sweatshirt.
"Oui. Tu es tres aimable," Caluesse agreed.
"I hope that's good," Miles said. Ron nodded.
"Well, I've had enough," Hermione said.
"Yes!" Pootan agreed.
"Elles sont stupide," Dorian said.
"Oui."
"For each of you standing I take a point away from Gryffindor," Professor Snape said icily. The standing students grabbed a seat, but they were too late. "Hmm, let's see. How many is that, Venessé?" Snape asked.
"Cinq, professeur," Venessé answered sickeningly sweetly.
"I trust you'll be in your seats on time next time won't you, Potter?" Snape said.
"Yes, sir."
"Enough of your lip. Two points from you and Mister Weasley. Prefects are supposed to be exemplary students. Exemplary students aren't late to class are they Mister Malfoy?"
"No, professeur," Malfoy said. Venessé smiled at him. The Gryffindors glared.
"And three points for Miss Hapette, and Miss Soleim wearing their uniforms incorrectly," Snape added with a sneer
"Excusez moi!" Caluesse exclaimed.
"Do you have a problem, Miss Soleim?"
"A mental one, perhaps," Venessé whispered loudly.
"Vees-avous, Vinnie. Dorian et moi (are wearing our uniforms improperly, yes. But Venessé is wearing hers just like we are!)
"Though I do not understand French, I got the just of that. Venessé came to me at the beginning of the day asking if she could alter her uniform a bit. I said that was fine. You however, did not ask a teacher, and from the look on Hermione Granger's face, ignored prefects telling you to change," Snape said. Caluesse went off again. Dorian stood up next to her and started yelling as well.
"Sit DOWN!" Snape yelled. Caluesse and Dorian both stopped talking and stared at him. Ron and Harry managed to pull them down.
"Maybe this kind of obvious disrespect of teachers is allowed at Beuxbatons or the other schools you hail from, but it is CERTAINLY not allowed here. 10 points from Gryffindor."
"What!?!"
"Each!"
Dorian and Caluesse sunk down in their seats and simply glared at Snape.
"Now, to the class," Professor Snape began.
"Why do they mix houses in classes. Especially us with the Slytherins?" Kelly asked.
"Snape likes to schedule us together so he can bully us and award them," Ron answered.
"Why does he not wash his hair?" Caluesse asked innocently. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and most of the other Gryffindors choked laughter got Snape's attention.
"Something funny, Miss Granger?"
"Um, no," Hermione's upper quivered, itching to laugh out loud.
"Hmm, I see. Well, 2 points for making me lose my train of thought. Anyway."
"What did I say?" Caluesse asked.
"Rien, Lucille, rien," Dorian said.
"Lucille?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. It's a lot quicker than saying Caluesse. Lucille is the French name for Lucy," Dorian explained.
"Oh."
"So, Lucy, how do you like Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"Unh-uh, lover boy, that's my nickname for her," Dorian waved a finger at Ron. Ron, who'd had his arm draped around Caluesse's chair, snatched it away and looked at Snape, carefully avoided Dorian's mocking gaze. Hermione made an annoyed noise from behind them. Caluesse turned around and shot Hermione a 'ha-ha, shut up' look, then inched her chair nearer Ron. Hermione stuck her foot out to stop her, but Caluesse simply kicked it away.
"Je débrouiller quoi je désirer," she said icily.
"Oh, shut up," Pootan shot at her.
She put to block Pootan's face and turned away.
"Do you have a question, Miss Soleim?" Snape suddenly asked.
"Moi? Non!" Caluesse said.
"Then why, mademoiselle, do you have your hand raised? Or rather, in Miss Matel's face?"
"Um, no reason."
"Really?"
"Uh, yes?"
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Miss Soleim," Snape tapped his eye.
"Oh, really?" Caluesse asked nervously.
"Yes, and move your chair away from Mr. Weasley. That can wait until after class," Snape said. Malfoy snickered as Caluesse turned pink. She mumbled something in French that made Dorian laugh.
"Something funny? Or are you hooked up to Comedy Central through a set of headphones or something?" Snape asked. Venessé started laughing and whispered something in Draco's ear. He began to laugh as well. This was a sign to everyone that they, too, should laugh.
"No, sir. Though I do like Comedy Central. Especially the Daily Show. Hilarious!" Dorian said.
"Excuse me, Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but could we get back to the class, it was extremely interesting. If Dorian and Caluesse won't pay attention, why don't you just give them detentions?" Venessé asked sweetly.
"I believe I shall. Did you hear Mademoiselle Miorhe? One more interruptance from you and I shall award you and all those around you detentions," Snape said.
Caluesse and Dorian nodded. Dorian opened her mouth to say something, but Harry reached across from next to Ron and covered it. Dorian stared at him. Harry shook his head. He wrote her a note and passed it to her.
Dorian,
Don't say another word. Even saying 'ok' is an interruption, when it comes to Gryffindors. Oh, and go easy on Hermione. She's a bit over-powering, but she's a nice person.
Harry.
Dorian folded the note and put in her back pocket. She nodded to Harry and discreetly burned the note over the Bunsen burner. Harry nodded and mouthed 'Good thinking.'
About twenty minutes later they filed out of the dungeons quietly.
"I do not like him!" Caluesse said loudly once they were away from the dungeons.
"Not to many do," Seamus Finnigan said.
"Good!"
They entered the transfiguration room and pulled out their books. Most of the class was spent seeing where the foreign students were at in their studies. Dorian and Caluesse proved very good at it. Hermione was not pleased, especially when Dorian managed to get one of McGonagall's few smiles of pride and mentioned that she knew her mother.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was hands-down the most anticipated class. Professor Moshand was at his desk correcting papers when they noisily entered the classroom and set down next to the Ravenclaws.
"Well, I shall take the roll first," Moshand said with a thick accent. He did that. Next he handed out packets a few pages thick. "Now, this is simply a review test of things you should have studied by now. It doesn't count against you grade, incase you're wondering. This year we're basically supposed to review for your, what are they called, O.W.L.S. I'll review a little on the things you know and be more in depth on the things you don't. Take your time. When you're done, put your test in this tray and do something quietly at your desk.
Dorian and Hermione fairly raced each other. They finished at the same time, except Dorian's clunky soled sandals kept her from beating Hermione to Moshand's desk.
"Hah!" Hermione said.
"K, Herm. It's just a pretest. Calm down," Dorian said, pushing Hermione's finger into her fist. Hermione sulked at her seat until Moshand finished grading the tests.
"Well, it seems that most of you don't know much about animals as antedotes and poisons and protectors. Please just flip through chapter 8 in your books tonight. It seems you should've learned that in your first year," Moshand announced.
"Yeah, well, we had a pretty crappy teacher that year," Ron said balatantly. The others nodded.
"I see. Well, see you tomorrow," Moshand called after them after they left the class.
"He wasn't half bad," Harry said.
"Yeah," the others agreed.
"Better than last year, I should say," Ron said. He started to laugh at himself. Hermione smiled and nodded. Harry looked vacantly out the window.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Dorian asked, noticing he looked upset.
"Last year our darks arts teacher was a deatheater who tried to kill Harry. He assisted in the murder of Cedric Diggory. He was a student here," Hermione said.
"Moving along," Dorian changed the subject quickly. She pulled Harry's chin to face her. "When are quidditch tryouts?"
"You want to try out for quidditch?" Hermione asked, sounding alarmed.
"Yes. Is that hard to believe?" Dorian asked.
"Uh, yeah. You seem like more of the cheerleader type than athlete," Hermione answered.
"What's your position?" Ron asked.
"Seeker."
"Um, I'm the Gryffindor seeker," Harry said. Dorian was the first person to ever actually challenge Harry's right as the seeker.
"No, I knew that. I don't think I deserve to just walk in and replace you, not at all. You're probably better than me anyway. It's in your blood and all. but you could always use a back-up. Seekers get bumped and bruised quite a bit, you know," Dorian explained.
"Oh. In that case, tryouts are Friday," Harry said.
"So, are you captain?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know yet."
"You will be, 'arry," Caluesse said assuringly.
"I hope, I think," Harry said. He wasn't sure how his team would respond to a younger leader.
"Lunch? All ready?" Caluesse asked as they walked into the Great Hall.
"Yeah, it's 12:30," Ron said.
"Oh."
They sat down and began to fill their plates with meat, cheese, and bread to make sandwiches.
"Harry, aren't you going to eat?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, sure. I'm just wondering when they're going to announce captains. All of the houses this year need new captains," Harry explained.
"Oh."
"You'll be it," Ron said. "It won't be Fred or George. And not Angelina or Katie or Alicia, none of them want the responsibility. That leaves you unless a foreign gets it." Ron and Harry glanced sideways at Dorian. She seemed to get what she wanted constantly. Could she win this one too?
"Do you play any other positions?" Harry asked Dorian suddenly.
"Uh, I'm pretty good at chaser. Are those filled too?" she asked disappointedly.
"Uh, yeah. You could always be a back up."
"And me?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. You'll both have to try out, of course," Harry said. "What we really need is a keeper. Do you know any?"
"Excuse me," Professor McGonagall told the croud. Talking stopped. "Thank you. You all probably know that the houses need new captains. Here they are. Ravenclaw, Edwin Mamely. Hufflepuff, Eleanor Marley. Gryffindor, Harry Potter and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."
"Congratulations, Harry!" Dean called. Seamus and many others nodded and called their congratulations.
"Told you," Hermione said. Pootan raised her cup.
"To the Gryffindor team!" she said. Others agreed.
"Now you can get me on the team," Ron said jokingly. Harry gulped, knowing he wasn't joking all that much.
Harry looked over to the Slytherin table to shoot Malfoy a 'hah' look. He was startled to see Malfoy standing and being congratulated, just like he was. Malfoy caught Harry's stare and gave him a smug grin. Harry did the same. Then he sat down abrubtly to recover from the shock.
"What's wrong?" Dorian asked.
"Malfoy's Slytherin captain," Harry gulped.
"What?" Hermione and Ron said together.
"I know."
"Malfoy?" Caluesse asked.
"The blonde kid standing at the Slytherin table," Ron said quietly. He started mumbling things.
"Il est mignon," Caluesse whispered.
"Oui," Dorian answered.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and moved her lips silently.
"What are you saying?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," Hermione said, face straight.
"Don't believe her," Ron advised the others. "She's up to something."
"Care to share the joke?" Dorian asked.
"No, but I'd suggest making up a secret language of your own," Hermione said wickedly.
Dorian's 'other side' came out.
"Dilagio," Dorian said. Hermione's lips clamped shut. A puff of aquamarine smoke emitted from her mouth. Dorian gave her a 'don't mess with me' smile and turned to the group.
"Lagio. It's a simple enough spell, but hard to find out about. Old incantation, allowing the witch or wizard to understand all tongues known to mankind, except Parselmouth and any kind of made up language. Mademoiselle Granger, I'd suggest you not mess with me in the future, or any of you for that matter, because I don't like to be tricked. I know plenty more curses, and hexes, and such than you can hope to learn. Yes, I know you're the smartest witch in our year, but I can figure out when someone's trying to place a spell on me. Like I said, don't mess with me, because I know your weaknesses, Mademoiselle Granger. You'd do well to attempt to hide them in the future," Dorian lectured.
"You don't like to be deceived at all, do you?" Ron asked lightly.
"No."
"5 points from Gryffindor for your behavior, Mademoiselle Hapette. Yes that Hapette. Disrespecting a prefect, or anyone of authority, is a big pet peeve of mine and strict violation of most of the rules. So you know," Hermione said evenly to Dorian.
"Excuse me for butting in on your argument, but that was really dumb, Hermione," Parvati said.
"Yeah, why would you take points away from your own house?" Ron asked critically.
"I'm - I'm trying to make a point," Hermione stammered. She looked away as her table rolled their eyes. She rushed out of the Great Hall.
"Another thing," Dorian said, as if to end the conversation with a final lesson, "don't even bother to argue with me. I don't lose. Not at anything." She left the table and the hall immediately, leaving her companions with raised eyebrows and lots of questions.
a/n: I think I got out all of the (translate) things, but if I didn't, I'm really sorry. ~ Marissa
The next morning was, hmmm, interesting in the least.
"OK, it's 5:45, everybody up," Hermione said a bit too cheerfully.
"Shove it," Kelly said as she covered her ears with a pillow.
"Yeah," Jessica agreed. There was some mumbling in assorted languages.
"Dorian, get up!" Hermione said forcefully. She ripped the coverlet off Dorian to reveal her silky, Chinese looking pajamas.
"Vees-avous!" she whined as she kicked Hermione's cheek.
"Hey, you-," she said. She let go of Dorian's comforter for just a second. Dorian took advantage of it and snatched her covers back.
"Hah! Je suis fatigue!" Dorian moaned.
"Well excuse me for trying to get you up to eat breakfast. Our first class is at 8:00. I hope you make it. You can get your schedules in the Great Hall. Tah-tah," she said sarcastically as she left the room in her bathrobe for the Prefects bathroom.
"What crawled up her butt?" Kelly asked. Everyone smiled and went back to sleep.
*
About forty minutes later, when Hermione returned from the Prefect shower, the rest of the girls were up and getting dressed.
"About time," Hermione scolded.
"Where'd you go?" Jessica asked, noting Hermione's drying hair.
"Prefect bathroom."
"Oh. Did they have hot water?" Lavendar asked stiffly.
"Yep, practically boiling. It felt so good!"
"Oh, shut up."
"Why?"
"By the time we got up, there wasn't any hot water left," Parvati said jelously.
"Oh. Snooze you lose."
"Well, best head to breakfast," Pootan said, pulling her hair into a bun.
"These uniforms are awful!" Caluesse moaned. Hermione had to cover her mouth with her hand to not burst out laughing. Caluesse looked terrible. "They're cut wrong, brown and black makes me look like a bruise, and ties on girls went out, like, twenty years ago!"
"Here," Dorian motioned for Caluesse to come into the adjoining bathroom. Caluesse came out in a few minutes, smiling big.
"Tu as brilliante!" Caluesse exclaimed. Dorian and Caluesse both came out in white collared shirts and long black shirts with slits up to their knees. There ties were now silk scarves in their hair, which were pulled up in high ponytails. Their black uniform robes were unfastened and looked more like sweater dusters.
"Cool! How'd you do that?" Parvati squealed, leading Dorian back into the bathroom.
"You know Snape's going to take points away for not wearing your uniforms correctly," Hermione tutted. She could feel her cheeks heat as she looked down at her own knee length black skirt and gray tights. She tried to discreetly loosen her tie.
"Look, Herm. I know you're a big, rule-abiding prefect, but I'm not. A few points isn't worth making myself look like the fashion police's most wanted," Dorian said, putting on some lavender eye shadow.
"Fine, then," Hermione said. Pootan and her left the dormitory, perfectly uniformed.
Dorian said something extremely rude in French.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, meeting her in the common room. "Hi Pootan." The Indian girl wore the same, ticked off, expression as Hermione.
"Miss Ah-pette and Miss Soleim are wreaking their French havoc on our classmates," she said spitefully.
"Speak of the devil," Pootan muttered. They turned to see Dorian and Caluesse come down the stairs.
"Wow!" Ron said. Hermione shot him a cruel glare. Ron clamped his mouth shut.
"You have to admit, Herm, they do look, um, nice," Harry said.
"Bonjour, 'arry, Ron," Caluesse said.
"Oui," Dorian agreed, smiling.
"Uh, shall we go to breakfast?" Ron asked. He squeezed his way between Hermione and Caluesse.
"So, where do we get our schedules?" Dorian asked as they left the common room.
"Outisde the Great Hall. I assume Hermione all ready gave you the uniform lecture. Technically, as prefects, Ron and I should have you change," Harry said timidly.
"Yes, she did and no, we will not," Caluesse said.
"Personally, I think the uniforms are outdated myself," Ron agreed.
"Thank you for your support," Dorian said.
"No problem. Weasley, Ron," Ron told the Prefect handing out schedules. He was handed his timetable.
"Potter, Harry."
"Hapette, Dorian."
"Nice outift," the prefect muttered.
"Why, thank you."
"Soleim, Caluesse."
"What class do we have first?" Dorian asked.
"Uh, looks like charms. What extra classes did you choose?" Harry answered
"Care of Magical Creatures, Advanced Arithmancy, and Divination. You?" Dorian answered.
"Divination and Care of Magical Creatures, both of us," Ron told them.
"I took Muggle Studies and Care of Magical Creatures," Caluesse said.
"Do they have a Café Machine anywhere?" Dorian asked the prefect.
"Uh, maybe in the teacher's lounge," he answered.
"How do I get there?"
"What?"
"You want to go in the teacher's lounge?" Ron asked incredulously. Dorian shrugged.
"What are they going to do, expel me?"
"It could be arranged," Hermione said, coming up behind them.
"Ooh, spiteful. Fine, if you rule followers are so worried I'll ask a teacher first," Dorian turned on her heal and strolled over to Fluer Delacour. They started conversing in speedy French. Fluer nodded and led Caluesse and Dorian down a hallway.
"Of course she gets what she wants," Pootan said coldly.
"I 'spect she always does," Hermione agreed.
"What's your problem with her?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I just don't like her," Hermione said.
"Look, Herm, she's probably not as good at you in classes and she doesn't look like the quidditch type. So she's a bit more - er - daring than you, but what does that get you?" Harry said.
Hermione shrugged and got her schedule.
"What's she taking for extra classes?" Hermione asked.
"Erm, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, and Arithmancy," Ron said.
"Arithmancy?" Hermione was startled. "Probably basic."
"Uh, no. She's in advanced."
"Oh," Hermione's lips formed a thin line. "Well, how's your coffee?"
"Good," Dorian and Caluesse said together.
"What's for breakfast?" Dean Thomas asked, joining their group.
"I dunno. Let's go see," Harry answered. The Great Hall seemed to be overflowing with people. Caluesse went over to say good morning to her parents.
"Ron, I believe I saw your mother and father. They certainly had you hair," Caluesse said when she got back. Ron gazed over and saw his mom and dad coming over.
"I didn't think they'd be here so soon," he commented as they said hello to his older brothers.
"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," Harry said.
"Same to you, Harry," Ron's parents answered. "Good morning Ron, Hermione."
"Good morning," they both replied.
"Who are your friends?" Mr. Weasley asked, gazing at Caluesse and Dorian.
"Mom, dad, this is Dorian Hapette and Caluesse Soleim. Dorian and Caluesse," Ron paused, "uh, you guys?" He tapped Dorian on the shoulder.
"Que?" they asked.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"I said, Dorian and Caluesse, I'd like you to meet my parents," Ron said irritably.
"Enchante," they said, shaking the Weasley adults' hands.
"Et vous," Mrs. Weasley replied.
"Bonne!" Caluesse asked.
"D'où êtes-vous?" Mrs. Weasley answered.
"France, vous?"
"Great Britain."
"I didn't know you knew French, mum?" Ron said.
"I had to, for the Sovereign. We both speak French, Spanish, Italian, German, Russian, and Greek," Mrs. Weasley tweaked Ron's nose.
"Well, nice to meet you. Must be moving along. By the way, Caluesse, are your parents with the Order?" Mr. Weasley said. Harry noticed that Mr. Weasley seemed very tired and had many more wrinkles and worry lines than before.
"Yes. Jean and Marie Soleim. Have you met them?"
"We had dinner last night."
"Nice people, your folks. See you."
"What's our first class?" Dorian asked.
"Um, Herbology with Slytherins," Hermione said.
"Oh, joy!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Your father seems much more stressed out," Hermione commented to Ron.
"Yeah, well," Ron said, running his fingers through his hair, "things have been pretty crazy with You-Know-Who, and all. Can't say I blame him. He's up all hours of the night, working into the witching hours, pardon the pun."
"Poor guy. You know, they all seem rather run down," Olivia said, joining the conversation.
"Yes. Last time I talked to my parents, they were extremely tense. Hardly laughed at all, and large bags under their eyes," Caluesse agreed.
"Quelle heure est-il?" Dorian asked Caluesse.
"Il est sept heures et demie," Caluesse said, checking her watch.
"Time to go, then," Dorian told the group.
"What time is it?" Ron asked, shoving a pancake down his throat.
"7:30. Classes start at, what, 8:00?" Caluesse answered.
"So, we still have a half an hour."
"Fine, suit yourself," Dorian and Caluesse got up from the table and left the hall.
"I usually understand vaguely why girls do things, but I don't get them," Miles said from next to Ron. The others nodded.
*
Herbology proved rather interesting, as it was extremely funny to listen to Dorian and Venessé Miorhe insult each other. They mainly spoke in French, but it was extremely easy to figure out what they meant and when one of them was out of mean lines. The latter didn't often happen.
It seemed that Malfoy had a whole new clan of foreign cronies and that he had replaced Pansy Parkinson with Venessé. Pansy sat dejectedly at the other end of the table, tossing dirty looks at Venessé and Malfoy.
"Come on, Dorian. Let's get to Divination," Harry said, yanking her wand from her as she tried to curse her rival behind her back.
"I hate that girl!" she said malignantly.
"Yeah, we figured that out. Let's get going. Professor Trelawney's classroom's a walk."
They arrived at the Divination room with few problems, though they all got rather light-headed upon entering the class.
"It smells really awful," Caluesse whined. The others nodded.
Apart from Professor Trelawney's melodramatic sighs whenever she walked by Harry, the class was uneventful.
Next class was potions.
"Je suis froide," Dorian said.
"English?" Hermione asked exasperatedly.
"I'm cold."
"Yeah, it's always cold down here," Ron agreed.
"You can wear my jacket, if you want," Miles offered Dorian.
"Yeah, you can wear mine, Caluesse," Ron agreed.
"Merci! Comment doux," Dorian said, accepting Miles' sweatshirt.
"Oui. Tu es tres aimable," Caluesse agreed.
"I hope that's good," Miles said. Ron nodded.
"Well, I've had enough," Hermione said.
"Yes!" Pootan agreed.
"Elles sont stupide," Dorian said.
"Oui."
"For each of you standing I take a point away from Gryffindor," Professor Snape said icily. The standing students grabbed a seat, but they were too late. "Hmm, let's see. How many is that, Venessé?" Snape asked.
"Cinq, professeur," Venessé answered sickeningly sweetly.
"I trust you'll be in your seats on time next time won't you, Potter?" Snape said.
"Yes, sir."
"Enough of your lip. Two points from you and Mister Weasley. Prefects are supposed to be exemplary students. Exemplary students aren't late to class are they Mister Malfoy?"
"No, professeur," Malfoy said. Venessé smiled at him. The Gryffindors glared.
"And three points for Miss Hapette, and Miss Soleim wearing their uniforms incorrectly," Snape added with a sneer
"Excusez moi!" Caluesse exclaimed.
"Do you have a problem, Miss Soleim?"
"A mental one, perhaps," Venessé whispered loudly.
"Vees-avous, Vinnie. Dorian et moi (are wearing our uniforms improperly, yes. But Venessé is wearing hers just like we are!)
"Though I do not understand French, I got the just of that. Venessé came to me at the beginning of the day asking if she could alter her uniform a bit. I said that was fine. You however, did not ask a teacher, and from the look on Hermione Granger's face, ignored prefects telling you to change," Snape said. Caluesse went off again. Dorian stood up next to her and started yelling as well.
"Sit DOWN!" Snape yelled. Caluesse and Dorian both stopped talking and stared at him. Ron and Harry managed to pull them down.
"Maybe this kind of obvious disrespect of teachers is allowed at Beuxbatons or the other schools you hail from, but it is CERTAINLY not allowed here. 10 points from Gryffindor."
"What!?!"
"Each!"
Dorian and Caluesse sunk down in their seats and simply glared at Snape.
"Now, to the class," Professor Snape began.
"Why do they mix houses in classes. Especially us with the Slytherins?" Kelly asked.
"Snape likes to schedule us together so he can bully us and award them," Ron answered.
"Why does he not wash his hair?" Caluesse asked innocently. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and most of the other Gryffindors choked laughter got Snape's attention.
"Something funny, Miss Granger?"
"Um, no," Hermione's upper quivered, itching to laugh out loud.
"Hmm, I see. Well, 2 points for making me lose my train of thought. Anyway."
"What did I say?" Caluesse asked.
"Rien, Lucille, rien," Dorian said.
"Lucille?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. It's a lot quicker than saying Caluesse. Lucille is the French name for Lucy," Dorian explained.
"Oh."
"So, Lucy, how do you like Hogwarts?" Ron asked.
"Unh-uh, lover boy, that's my nickname for her," Dorian waved a finger at Ron. Ron, who'd had his arm draped around Caluesse's chair, snatched it away and looked at Snape, carefully avoided Dorian's mocking gaze. Hermione made an annoyed noise from behind them. Caluesse turned around and shot Hermione a 'ha-ha, shut up' look, then inched her chair nearer Ron. Hermione stuck her foot out to stop her, but Caluesse simply kicked it away.
"Je débrouiller quoi je désirer," she said icily.
"Oh, shut up," Pootan shot at her.
She put to block Pootan's face and turned away.
"Do you have a question, Miss Soleim?" Snape suddenly asked.
"Moi? Non!" Caluesse said.
"Then why, mademoiselle, do you have your hand raised? Or rather, in Miss Matel's face?"
"Um, no reason."
"Really?"
"Uh, yes?"
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, Miss Soleim," Snape tapped his eye.
"Oh, really?" Caluesse asked nervously.
"Yes, and move your chair away from Mr. Weasley. That can wait until after class," Snape said. Malfoy snickered as Caluesse turned pink. She mumbled something in French that made Dorian laugh.
"Something funny? Or are you hooked up to Comedy Central through a set of headphones or something?" Snape asked. Venessé started laughing and whispered something in Draco's ear. He began to laugh as well. This was a sign to everyone that they, too, should laugh.
"No, sir. Though I do like Comedy Central. Especially the Daily Show. Hilarious!" Dorian said.
"Excuse me, Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but could we get back to the class, it was extremely interesting. If Dorian and Caluesse won't pay attention, why don't you just give them detentions?" Venessé asked sweetly.
"I believe I shall. Did you hear Mademoiselle Miorhe? One more interruptance from you and I shall award you and all those around you detentions," Snape said.
Caluesse and Dorian nodded. Dorian opened her mouth to say something, but Harry reached across from next to Ron and covered it. Dorian stared at him. Harry shook his head. He wrote her a note and passed it to her.
Dorian,
Don't say another word. Even saying 'ok' is an interruption, when it comes to Gryffindors. Oh, and go easy on Hermione. She's a bit over-powering, but she's a nice person.
Harry.
Dorian folded the note and put in her back pocket. She nodded to Harry and discreetly burned the note over the Bunsen burner. Harry nodded and mouthed 'Good thinking.'
About twenty minutes later they filed out of the dungeons quietly.
"I do not like him!" Caluesse said loudly once they were away from the dungeons.
"Not to many do," Seamus Finnigan said.
"Good!"
They entered the transfiguration room and pulled out their books. Most of the class was spent seeing where the foreign students were at in their studies. Dorian and Caluesse proved very good at it. Hermione was not pleased, especially when Dorian managed to get one of McGonagall's few smiles of pride and mentioned that she knew her mother.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was hands-down the most anticipated class. Professor Moshand was at his desk correcting papers when they noisily entered the classroom and set down next to the Ravenclaws.
"Well, I shall take the roll first," Moshand said with a thick accent. He did that. Next he handed out packets a few pages thick. "Now, this is simply a review test of things you should have studied by now. It doesn't count against you grade, incase you're wondering. This year we're basically supposed to review for your, what are they called, O.W.L.S. I'll review a little on the things you know and be more in depth on the things you don't. Take your time. When you're done, put your test in this tray and do something quietly at your desk.
Dorian and Hermione fairly raced each other. They finished at the same time, except Dorian's clunky soled sandals kept her from beating Hermione to Moshand's desk.
"Hah!" Hermione said.
"K, Herm. It's just a pretest. Calm down," Dorian said, pushing Hermione's finger into her fist. Hermione sulked at her seat until Moshand finished grading the tests.
"Well, it seems that most of you don't know much about animals as antedotes and poisons and protectors. Please just flip through chapter 8 in your books tonight. It seems you should've learned that in your first year," Moshand announced.
"Yeah, well, we had a pretty crappy teacher that year," Ron said balatantly. The others nodded.
"I see. Well, see you tomorrow," Moshand called after them after they left the class.
"He wasn't half bad," Harry said.
"Yeah," the others agreed.
"Better than last year, I should say," Ron said. He started to laugh at himself. Hermione smiled and nodded. Harry looked vacantly out the window.
"What's wrong, Harry?" Dorian asked, noticing he looked upset.
"Last year our darks arts teacher was a deatheater who tried to kill Harry. He assisted in the murder of Cedric Diggory. He was a student here," Hermione said.
"Moving along," Dorian changed the subject quickly. She pulled Harry's chin to face her. "When are quidditch tryouts?"
"You want to try out for quidditch?" Hermione asked, sounding alarmed.
"Yes. Is that hard to believe?" Dorian asked.
"Uh, yeah. You seem like more of the cheerleader type than athlete," Hermione answered.
"What's your position?" Ron asked.
"Seeker."
"Um, I'm the Gryffindor seeker," Harry said. Dorian was the first person to ever actually challenge Harry's right as the seeker.
"No, I knew that. I don't think I deserve to just walk in and replace you, not at all. You're probably better than me anyway. It's in your blood and all. but you could always use a back-up. Seekers get bumped and bruised quite a bit, you know," Dorian explained.
"Oh. In that case, tryouts are Friday," Harry said.
"So, are you captain?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know yet."
"You will be, 'arry," Caluesse said assuringly.
"I hope, I think," Harry said. He wasn't sure how his team would respond to a younger leader.
"Lunch? All ready?" Caluesse asked as they walked into the Great Hall.
"Yeah, it's 12:30," Ron said.
"Oh."
They sat down and began to fill their plates with meat, cheese, and bread to make sandwiches.
"Harry, aren't you going to eat?" Hermione asked.
"Uh, sure. I'm just wondering when they're going to announce captains. All of the houses this year need new captains," Harry explained.
"Oh."
"You'll be it," Ron said. "It won't be Fred or George. And not Angelina or Katie or Alicia, none of them want the responsibility. That leaves you unless a foreign gets it." Ron and Harry glanced sideways at Dorian. She seemed to get what she wanted constantly. Could she win this one too?
"Do you play any other positions?" Harry asked Dorian suddenly.
"Uh, I'm pretty good at chaser. Are those filled too?" she asked disappointedly.
"Uh, yeah. You could always be a back up."
"And me?" Ron asked.
"Yeah. You'll both have to try out, of course," Harry said. "What we really need is a keeper. Do you know any?"
"Excuse me," Professor McGonagall told the croud. Talking stopped. "Thank you. You all probably know that the houses need new captains. Here they are. Ravenclaw, Edwin Mamely. Hufflepuff, Eleanor Marley. Gryffindor, Harry Potter and Slytherin, Draco Malfoy."
"Congratulations, Harry!" Dean called. Seamus and many others nodded and called their congratulations.
"Told you," Hermione said. Pootan raised her cup.
"To the Gryffindor team!" she said. Others agreed.
"Now you can get me on the team," Ron said jokingly. Harry gulped, knowing he wasn't joking all that much.
Harry looked over to the Slytherin table to shoot Malfoy a 'hah' look. He was startled to see Malfoy standing and being congratulated, just like he was. Malfoy caught Harry's stare and gave him a smug grin. Harry did the same. Then he sat down abrubtly to recover from the shock.
"What's wrong?" Dorian asked.
"Malfoy's Slytherin captain," Harry gulped.
"What?" Hermione and Ron said together.
"I know."
"Malfoy?" Caluesse asked.
"The blonde kid standing at the Slytherin table," Ron said quietly. He started mumbling things.
"Il est mignon," Caluesse whispered.
"Oui," Dorian answered.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and moved her lips silently.
"What are you saying?" Harry asked.
"Nothing," Hermione said, face straight.
"Don't believe her," Ron advised the others. "She's up to something."
"Care to share the joke?" Dorian asked.
"No, but I'd suggest making up a secret language of your own," Hermione said wickedly.
Dorian's 'other side' came out.
"Dilagio," Dorian said. Hermione's lips clamped shut. A puff of aquamarine smoke emitted from her mouth. Dorian gave her a 'don't mess with me' smile and turned to the group.
"Lagio. It's a simple enough spell, but hard to find out about. Old incantation, allowing the witch or wizard to understand all tongues known to mankind, except Parselmouth and any kind of made up language. Mademoiselle Granger, I'd suggest you not mess with me in the future, or any of you for that matter, because I don't like to be tricked. I know plenty more curses, and hexes, and such than you can hope to learn. Yes, I know you're the smartest witch in our year, but I can figure out when someone's trying to place a spell on me. Like I said, don't mess with me, because I know your weaknesses, Mademoiselle Granger. You'd do well to attempt to hide them in the future," Dorian lectured.
"You don't like to be deceived at all, do you?" Ron asked lightly.
"No."
"5 points from Gryffindor for your behavior, Mademoiselle Hapette. Yes that Hapette. Disrespecting a prefect, or anyone of authority, is a big pet peeve of mine and strict violation of most of the rules. So you know," Hermione said evenly to Dorian.
"Excuse me for butting in on your argument, but that was really dumb, Hermione," Parvati said.
"Yeah, why would you take points away from your own house?" Ron asked critically.
"I'm - I'm trying to make a point," Hermione stammered. She looked away as her table rolled their eyes. She rushed out of the Great Hall.
"Another thing," Dorian said, as if to end the conversation with a final lesson, "don't even bother to argue with me. I don't lose. Not at anything." She left the table and the hall immediately, leaving her companions with raised eyebrows and lots of questions.
a/n: I think I got out all of the (translate) things, but if I didn't, I'm really sorry. ~ Marissa
