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Ch.1 The Mixer
The dream team and the rest of the gang had finished their year at Hogwarts and were looking for new adventures at the local wizarding university, Bundum U. All except Ginny, of course, who still had another year at Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had been engaged since graduation but had decided to wait to get married until university was over. Ron and Lavender were in a relationship just as meaningful as Harry and Hermione's, and Draco was waiting loyally for Ginny to come to BU.
Fred and George had not gone to university after Hogwarts, but instead had used Harry's money to start a joke shoppe. But they realized it took more than a good sense of humor to run a business and they too came to BU, now just two years above the gang. Oliver Wood had traveled the wizarding world searching for an open spot as keeper in professional quidditch teams, but to no avail. He spent four years looking before reluctantly returning to school, now in the same year as Harry and the rest.
There was to be a freshman mixer soon after term had started which Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lav, Draco, and Wood attended. They were all having a wonderful time joking and reminiscing over butterbeers when a tall, Mediterranean girl with a face that beautifully accented her perfect full figure and a mane of long, wavy, hair one shade above raven black, approached the table.
"Excuse me," she said with an American accent along with a hint of another language, "but I was wondering if I could perhaps borrow a few Sickles from any of you. I'm new to England and I've completely forgotten to get new currency. All I've got is Greek."
The girl seemed amiable and sincere and they were all happy to lend her some money. When the entire table offered to help she replied, 'Well, I'm only drinking for one. But I'd be glad to go buy you all another round.' Everyone at the table gave her their money an off she went to order their drinks.
"She seems pleasant enough," said Harry.
"Oh, yes. And very pretty, don't you think?" said Hermione.
"She's very pretty, but not as pretty as some," Ron said, winking at Lavender. "Should we invite her to join us?"
"Sure! Why not?" replied Lav. The girl returned and passed round the drinks, making sure to give everyone their correct change.
"Well, thanks again," she said as she began to walk away.
"Um, hang on," Draco called. As she turned her hair swung after her, adding to her natural grace and beauty. "Would you like to join us?"
"Well, sure," the girl replied. She pulled up a stool in between Lav and Oliver.
"Um, I don't believe we ever got your name," inquired Harry.
"Oh, sorry. It's Kostosania Dounas, but you can call me Kostas. That's what everyone else does," Kostas replied.
"Wow, that's a mouthful," said Ron.
"Yeah, I'm Greek. My parents moved to America before I was born, but they sent me to Santorini wizarding school on Oia instead of a local school, which explains my accented English," she explained.
"Well, Kostas," started Hermione, "Let me introduce you to the gang. I'm Hermione Granger, this is my fiancee (she said with a blush) Harry Potter, that's Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood," she stated, gesturing to each. Lav leaned over, nudged Kostas in the ribs, and whispered "He's single" and winked. She blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, it's nice to meet all of you," she replied to the table graciously. Harry suddenly gave a sigh of relief, which everyone but Kostas knew, meant that he was thankful he hadn't known her as the boy-who-lived. Either they didn't know about Voldemort in Greece, or it just hadn't clicked. Harry was hoping it would never come up. He always felt awkward talking about it. They chatted on for another hour before deciding to head home. Harry and Hermione had a flat outside of campus, and Ron, Wood, and Draco shared a room in a dormitory. Not only did Lav and Kostas live in the same dorm, but they were neighbors! And, as luck would have it, their roommates had been long time friends from Beaxbatons and were only too happy to trade with the girls.
"So, tell me about the gang," Kostas said while she was settling into her new room. Lavender, who loved bragging about her friends, told Kostas everything, including everything about Harry.
"Yes, I remember learning about some horrible wizard terrorizing England and thereabouts and how he was stopped by some little kid, but I didn't recall the name. That's amazing. So you are all best friends with a famous hero?" Kostas said, amazed.
"Yeah," replied Lav, as though it was nothing. "But you can't make a big deal about it. Harry doesn't like to talk about his past. And don't act funny around him. He can tell when someone knows about him and when they want to ask him questions about it. He'll talk to you on his own time," she warned.
"OK, no problem," Kostas shrugged. For some reason, Lav trusted Kostas and knew she wouldn't make anything of it.
Ch.1 The Mixer
The dream team and the rest of the gang had finished their year at Hogwarts and were looking for new adventures at the local wizarding university, Bundum U. All except Ginny, of course, who still had another year at Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had been engaged since graduation but had decided to wait to get married until university was over. Ron and Lavender were in a relationship just as meaningful as Harry and Hermione's, and Draco was waiting loyally for Ginny to come to BU.
Fred and George had not gone to university after Hogwarts, but instead had used Harry's money to start a joke shoppe. But they realized it took more than a good sense of humor to run a business and they too came to BU, now just two years above the gang. Oliver Wood had traveled the wizarding world searching for an open spot as keeper in professional quidditch teams, but to no avail. He spent four years looking before reluctantly returning to school, now in the same year as Harry and the rest.
There was to be a freshman mixer soon after term had started which Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lav, Draco, and Wood attended. They were all having a wonderful time joking and reminiscing over butterbeers when a tall, Mediterranean girl with a face that beautifully accented her perfect full figure and a mane of long, wavy, hair one shade above raven black, approached the table.
"Excuse me," she said with an American accent along with a hint of another language, "but I was wondering if I could perhaps borrow a few Sickles from any of you. I'm new to England and I've completely forgotten to get new currency. All I've got is Greek."
The girl seemed amiable and sincere and they were all happy to lend her some money. When the entire table offered to help she replied, 'Well, I'm only drinking for one. But I'd be glad to go buy you all another round.' Everyone at the table gave her their money an off she went to order their drinks.
"She seems pleasant enough," said Harry.
"Oh, yes. And very pretty, don't you think?" said Hermione.
"She's very pretty, but not as pretty as some," Ron said, winking at Lavender. "Should we invite her to join us?"
"Sure! Why not?" replied Lav. The girl returned and passed round the drinks, making sure to give everyone their correct change.
"Well, thanks again," she said as she began to walk away.
"Um, hang on," Draco called. As she turned her hair swung after her, adding to her natural grace and beauty. "Would you like to join us?"
"Well, sure," the girl replied. She pulled up a stool in between Lav and Oliver.
"Um, I don't believe we ever got your name," inquired Harry.
"Oh, sorry. It's Kostosania Dounas, but you can call me Kostas. That's what everyone else does," Kostas replied.
"Wow, that's a mouthful," said Ron.
"Yeah, I'm Greek. My parents moved to America before I was born, but they sent me to Santorini wizarding school on Oia instead of a local school, which explains my accented English," she explained.
"Well, Kostas," started Hermione, "Let me introduce you to the gang. I'm Hermione Granger, this is my fiancee (she said with a blush) Harry Potter, that's Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Draco Malfoy, and Oliver Wood," she stated, gesturing to each. Lav leaned over, nudged Kostas in the ribs, and whispered "He's single" and winked. She blushed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Well, it's nice to meet all of you," she replied to the table graciously. Harry suddenly gave a sigh of relief, which everyone but Kostas knew, meant that he was thankful he hadn't known her as the boy-who-lived. Either they didn't know about Voldemort in Greece, or it just hadn't clicked. Harry was hoping it would never come up. He always felt awkward talking about it. They chatted on for another hour before deciding to head home. Harry and Hermione had a flat outside of campus, and Ron, Wood, and Draco shared a room in a dormitory. Not only did Lav and Kostas live in the same dorm, but they were neighbors! And, as luck would have it, their roommates had been long time friends from Beaxbatons and were only too happy to trade with the girls.
"So, tell me about the gang," Kostas said while she was settling into her new room. Lavender, who loved bragging about her friends, told Kostas everything, including everything about Harry.
"Yes, I remember learning about some horrible wizard terrorizing England and thereabouts and how he was stopped by some little kid, but I didn't recall the name. That's amazing. So you are all best friends with a famous hero?" Kostas said, amazed.
"Yeah," replied Lav, as though it was nothing. "But you can't make a big deal about it. Harry doesn't like to talk about his past. And don't act funny around him. He can tell when someone knows about him and when they want to ask him questions about it. He'll talk to you on his own time," she warned.
"OK, no problem," Kostas shrugged. For some reason, Lav trusted Kostas and knew she wouldn't make anything of it.