A/N: Third Chappy up! This is fun to write! Do you guys love it so far? Please keep reading and reviewing because it helps me ^_^

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and gang and the spells, unless I put a (*) beside it. I don't own Paul Kariya, Debbie and Mitchell Sakic, the Mighty Ducks, Team Cananda, the Olympics, Salt Lake City, Mozart, Beethoven, Orff, Sousa and the music they composed and anybody from Team Canada. I made up the Aprhodite Finishing School for Ladies, though I don't own the name Aphrodite. I own me ^_^

"Did you really come here all by your self?!"

Mel laughed, "Paul, I'm twenty! I can get around on my own, thank you very much."

He shook his head in disbelief, "You'll always be a baby to me."

"You're bloody worse than mum," she said tersely.

"Am I?" Paul put on a shocked face; "I see you've still got that British streak in you, eh?"

"I lived there for seven years, remember?"

"Right. Which school again?"

"A...a finishing school. The...Aphrodite Academy for Young Ladies," she blurted out. 'That sounded stupid!'

Paul laughed loudly in response, "Ahahaha!!!! Finishing school, eh? I feel sorry for you! No wonder you're so "proper" all the time!" He quoted 'proper' with his fingers.

"It's not /that/ bad!" Mel countered, "Besides, you could learn to be proper yourself!"

"So, how's life treating you?" he asked as they entered the hotel. "Nice place.."

Mel sighed, "Busy. Yeah, nice."

Paul placed an arm around his cousin's shoulder, "Taking the year off from college?"

"Yeah, what with all those music courses, they really wear me down after a while. Still in the VSO and the Douglas College band, though. That's my homework on vacation, to learn a pile of music while I'm here." She replied casually, "So.when's your first game?"

"In two days, against Sweden."

"Oooh, good luck. I'll root for you."

Paul laughed lightly, "Yeah, I'll need that!"

"I'll scream, "YEAH! GO, PAUL!!! KICK THEIR BLOODY ARSE!!!!" she said loudly and pretended to jump up and down like a cheer leader.

Suddenly, a small giddy group of people suddenly swarmed Paul, thrusting magazines, Mighty Ducks and Team Canada jerseys and felt pens in his face. Mel stepped away and sighed.

"Paul! Can you please sign my shirt?!" A giddy girl squealed.

"Sure."

"Oh! Oh! Can I have a picture with you?!" Another one almost shouted.

"Absolutely."

"Paul! Can I have your autograph?!!!"

"You bet!"

As she watched, she thought sadly, 'Wow. Must feel really good to be popular and appreciated around fans like that.'

Like an unexpected storm, she felt a familiar sadness wash over her. And like a reaction to that sadness; her mind automatically took her back to her Hogwarts years. Those seven lonely and miserable years of her life came back to haunt her. Her features hardened as she closed her eyes, sat down on a couch and buried her head into her hands. 'No! I can't think about that now! I ran away from all that. Not here! Not now! I have Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Paul and they care. Think about them! Think about Salt Lake! Think about the gold! Think positively!'

"Hey, baby girl. You okay?" Paul's voice and his hand gently shaking her shoulders brought her back to reality.

She was relieved that she was in a hotel in Utah, not in Hogwarts. She looked up at him and forced a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. A little tired, that's all."

"Better get you up to your room them. Get some sleep. Come on," she took his hand and pulled herself up.

They headed towards an elevator and Mel pushed the 'up' button.

"Lucky guy. At least you have fans," she said in her best happy voice, while chanting in her mind.

Paul waved his hand, "Nah, it gets boring after a while."

"So, what do you think of the guys?" Paul asked as they waited.

"I like them. They're nice," she answered.

"Nice? That's all?"

"What else do you want me to say? I've only met them." She turned to him as they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to the tenth floor.

He shrugged, "Fair enough. You'll meet more of the guys tonight. I'm sure they'd like to meet you. Maybe Lemieux and Yzerman'll be there."

Mel smiled and looked at her shoes, something she'd always done when she was shy.

"I'll come and pick you up at seven, how's that?" he asked.

"Thanks, but I can walk to the Olympic Village myself." She replied quietly.

"Alright, you sure?" he prodded, "You sure could use some company. What if you got mugged?"

"Bloody hell! Quit being so protective for once. I'll be fine," she reassured with a smile, "Besides, I do know some self defense."

The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and they got out and walked to Mel's room.

Paul eyed her mockingly, "Oh? Since when?"

Mel only smiled and shook her head, "You never believe me when I tell you these things, so why bother answering?"

Tempted, he suddenly hit the side of her head gently, catching her by surprise. She yelped and stared at her now hysterical cousin with wide eyes.

"You did that on purpose!" She exclaimed irritably and started hitting him.

He easily blocked her attacks, laughing hard, "Self defense my butt!"

She landed a good punch on his shoulder, "I'm serious, you git! Don't make fun of me! I can bloody you up faster than you can say 'bloody pulp'!"

"Ow! I need that arm!"

Mel stuck her tongue out, "Serves you right. I'll do worse to you next time."

This only made him laugh harder, "Oooh, I'm scared!"

They finally arrived in room 1036. Mel turned to Paul, "Alright. This it where I venture off alone."

"You're not gonna invite me in?" he asked with a frown.

"It's really messy in there. Maybe tomorrow, when it's all cleaned up, k?" She looked at him pleadingly.

Paul shook his head disappointed, "tsk, tsk. Mel, Mel, Mel."

"Yeah, yeah. I know! Now leave me alone and I'll meet you at seven!" Mel slightly pushed him away.

"That's no way to treat your older cousin. You should show more respect to elders, you know," he teased.

"Oh, sod off." She muttered jokingly.

"I'll come here at seven and that's final. See ya later, baby girl." Before she could reply, he quickly took off with a smile and disappeared.

*

Mel sighed exasperatedly. She checked her watch, 'three hours to go. I guess I'll sleep for three hours. Never mind practicing.' She reached in her pocket to pull out her keys, but thought for a few minutes. Then checking to see that no one's looking, she pulled out her wand, tucked in her pants, and pointed it at the doorknob.

"Alohomora," she whispered. She smiled as the doorknob silently clicked and turned, indicating the door's opened. 'Screw keys. Nobody's here anyways.'

She silently slipped in the room and locked the door. She then studied the room. It was one of those luxurious kinds with a kitchen, a queen-sized bed, walk in closet and a really nice washroom.

She took of her shoes and knelt in front of her luggage. She dug underneath her clothes and took out selected spell, curse, charms, potion and other books from her Hogwarts years until she found what she was looking for. She lifted a large leather-bound book entitled "Potions and Ailments for Pain" and leafed through the pages.

'Hair growth....hair loss....herbs...healing, bingo! Sub categories.of brain tumors...canker sores...cramps...'

Mel scrolled down the list and once she found what she was looking for. She yawned and remembered her fatigue. Folding the page, she closed the book and put it back in her luggage.

She took out her flute and a pile of music she's suppose to learn for the symphony and the band. Mozart's Overture to The Marriage of Figaro, Beethoven's Fifth, a Sousa March, Carl Orff's Carmina Burana. 'Could I handle all these? I guess, I could...Work. Too much work.. Yeah, I'll practice later.'

Having decided that, she then took out her black drawstring bag and pulled out a tiny vial filled with deep green liquid. She unscrewed the cap, releasing an Herbal-Essence-like fragrant, and drained the content. 'That should do for now. I'll have to make some more later. Owl Hermione..wait.no owl..*yawn*...can't apparate..*yawn*...Don't have any licence...yeah, need a licence...'

With that, she headed straight to bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. The last thing she heard were familiar voices calling her to her dreams. Little did she expect that her life would change forever on these two weeks.

*

"Ah, Finally! We're here!" Hermione exclaimed as she got off the bus with everyone else and stretched.

"Yeah! It was quite a ride! But worse that Hogw-" Rod was stopped abruptly with a warning glare from Hermione. He shook his head slightly, Er, I mean I have never hand such an uncomfortable ride in my life!" He exclaimed at last.

They looked in awe at their surroundings. They stood and faced the Olympic Villages.

"Whoa, wicked!" Ron breathed.

"Amazing isn't it?" Debbie asked. She was carrying Mitchell and was shaking him awake, "Rise and shine, honey. You don't wanna look sleepy for daddy."

The little boy whined, "But I wanna sweep! I'm sweepy!"

"I know honey, but you've had a long nap! Come on!" She rubbed his back and kissed his forehead. She carried her bag with one hand laboriously, "Augh! Anyways, I'd better get going."

"Wait! Let me help you!" Harry exclaimed and offered a hand.

Debbie shook her head gratefully, "That's so sweet of you, but I'll manage. Thanks for the offer."

Hermione placed a hand on her shoulder, "Please, he insists. Besides, you have Mitchell to worry about and that bag looks pretty heavy."

Debbie hesitated for a while, and then reluctantly, but gratefully, handed her bag to Harry, "Thank you so much!"

"I won't be long!" Harry told them. He then turned to Debbie, "Please show me where."

As they headed towards the Canadian Olympic Village, Hermione, Ron and Ginny sat down on a nearby bench, relaxing.

"I never knew that the States was this beautiful!" Hermione sighed, "And the air is so fresh! Sure beats London's muggy air!"

"I've never been here. It's my first time," Ron said looking around.

"I'll make it a point to visit here again," Ginny nodded, "It /is/ quite an experience. I love the muggle world just by looking at it now."

"I wonder where Mel is now?" Ron voiced out, "I hope we run into her today!"

Ginny suddenly gasped.

"Ginny what is- By Jove! Speak of the devil! Look who's here," Hermione suddenly clasped Ron's arm.

"Wha-?" Ron stared at her confusedly then followed their gaze. His face suddenly boiled. A few yards from them was a familiar figure with slick silvery blonde hair. He was dressed in all black and wore leather gloves. The man was looking away from them. Upon hearing Ginny gasp, he suddenly turned around and faced the three Gryffindors. They looked at them for a moment, his expression neutral at first. Then his lips curled into his familiar sinister smile. He started waling towards them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favourite Gryffindors," Draco Malfoy's voice dripped with sarcasm.

Ron shot up, "Malfoy! /What/ are you doing here of all places!?!" he seethed through gritted teeth.

"My, my, some greeting. You could afford to be polite, you know?" Malfoy drawled.

"I only save my manners for those who deserve it," Ron retorted.

Draco pretended to look shock and clutched at his heart, "Ouch! That actually hurt! Hmm, something looks awfully awkward here." He walked around them in a circle, hands behind his back, "Oh, I know what's missing now. Where's that potty you always carry around with you?"

"Where are those two goons /you/ lug around with you. Was it gargoyle and crap?" Ginny retorted coldly.

Draco only laughed, "What are you doing here anyways?"

"That's none of your business," Hermione replied coldly.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, "I believe it is."

Before they had the chance to ask him what he meant, he turned his back and cast a cold glare over his shoulders, "I'd watch my back if I were you. You wouldn't want to be interfering with these muggle events, but I have a disturbing feeling you will." With that, he walked away.

"That git!" Ron spat angrily.

"Why am I suddenly not having fun?" Ginny asked sarcastically, staring at Draco's form walking away.

Hermione also stared after him, deep in thought. 'I wonder what he meant by what he said.'

They heard footsteps get closer as Harry shouted something excitedly, "Oy! You won't believe who I just ran into!" He stopped short upon seeing the glum looks on his friends' faces. He looked at them back and forth, "What's wrong?"

Ron gave him a weary look, "You won't believe who /we/ ran into."

"Or rather who ran into /us/," Hermione interjected.

Then they told Harry about Draco Malfoy and what he's said to them. Harry's features darkened.

"I don't know what to make of it," Ginny told him, "He seemed to be implying that he knew why we're here."

"What is he doing here?!" Harry asked calmly, but there was annoyance in his eyes.

Hermione shrugged, "We don't know, but I've got this feeling we won't know until things actually happen."