Another Face

By: Evol Nogara

Chapter Three: The Seventh Year

Summary: They're at Hogwarts. Starts getting a bit more interesting and you get a clue about what's going on.

Disclaimer: I own only the plot and the pervy-ness.

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Harry, Hermione, and Ron sat together and watched as the new first years got sorted. She was going to sit with the Professors but she had decided to continue their tradition of sitting together. Draco sat with the Slytherin prefects. There was nothing out of the usual except for their new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Sekha, who was a young woman from Egypt. It seemed as if the spot was still cursed. Hermione seemed extremely interested in Professor Sekha; her eyes were concentrated on the Professor the whole sorting.

"Hermione what are you looking at?"

"New Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Another one? Hopefully she'll last the curse."

"She should be able to last any curse. She's Egyptian."

"How do you know?"

"I saw her face a few times on my visit to Egypt."

Ron and Harry only seemed to be interested in how beautiful Professor Sekha was. Hermione got tired of their gawking and turned her head. Draco was looking her way. He turned his eyes away and pretended to yell at a nearby first year. Hermione had the aching to talk to Draco again. Ron and Harry were great friends but they could not carry an intelligent conversation as Draco could. Harry and Ron did not have the same attraction as Draco. Harry and Ron did not... Why was Hermione even thinking this? She should be having a great first day with Harry and Ron. At that moment Ron spilled his pumpkin juice on Hermione.

"Ron!"

"Ah! I'm so sorry. Here let me help you."

"No it's okay. -Absergo-"

The stain cleaned itself, but Hermione left the feast anyways.

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Hermione headed for her new Head Girl room. It was located on the fourth floor and close to the prefects' bathroom. Her room was next to Draco's but she thought nothing of it. A portrait of a princess hung in its doorway. She muttered 'Dragonhide' and went inside. Her room was twice as big as her old room and she didn't have to share it with anyone. Her bathroom was in-between her room and Draco's room but it was not connected. After a few moments of admiring her new room she took heard someone calling from outside.

"Granger!"

She could tell by the voice that it was Malfoy. She lazily swung open the door.

"What do -you- want?"

"My portrait is defective."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I'm in no mood to fix your defective portrait."

"Really now? And what do you expect me to do? Room with you?"

"No, I expect you to get the hell away from me and go bother some other unfortunate soul."

"Well aren't we the bitch today?"

Hermione turned around and slammed her portrait door, causing the princess inside to jump. Draco scowled and walked to Dumbledore's office.

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Hermione was already asleep but someone was yelling for her again. She got out of bed and opened her door.

"Ergh. Malfoy? What are you doing here?"

"To shag you silly."

"What?"

"Don't worry Granger, I would never shag a mudblood."

Hermione was just about to slam the portrait in his face but he stopped her.

"I'm only here to tell you that tomorrow we have to lead around the first years."

"We never had to do that before."

"Well, that's why I'm telling you."

"Fixed your portrait yet?"

"No. I'm sleeping in the regular dorms tonight."

"Oh, well good night, Draco."

Hermione was not sure if she really called Malfoy by his first name. Maybe it was because she was tired; she hoped that it was because she was tired.

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Hermione woke up an hour earlier and got ready for her tour. She took a shower and got dressed. Her hair wasn't as bushy as before but it was still hard to tame. She took two chopsticks and wrapped her hair in a twisted bun. The first years never had to have tours before. She was quite angry about the sudden change but she was Head Girl. She walked out the portrait to find Draco standing by his side of the hall. Was he waiting for her? A bubble of hope came to mind.

"What are you doing here?"

"Need to get clothes. Bloody portrait is still defective."

The bubble popped.

"Oh, why don't you just wear what you have now?"

"I could but that would be against the rules."

"You have rules?"

"Well, not really my rules. Malfoy rules. I can't wear the same thing for two days."

"I didn't know you had rules."

"Well, the Malfoys are known to be high class and sophisticated, so we have to have a few rules to keep everyone in line."

"You're not that sophisticated."

"Good, I don't want to be."

Draco tried to open the portrait again but there was no one there so it would not work.

Draco cursed and kicked the portrait. Hermione stood there, amused.

"Go borrow someone else's clothes or is that against the rules too?"

"Rules."

"Ah, well we have to be in the great hall in less than five minutes so I suggest you think of something fast."

"Fine, who can I borrow clothes from? And I refuse to borrow any of Potter's clothes."

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Draco came in the hall dressed in Harry's pants and cleanest shirt. Harry had refused to let Draco borrow anything more than Dobby's socks but Hermione convinced him and Draco raided his trunk.

"I can't believe I'm wearing Potter's clothes."

"Well you better believe it because you are. Oh, look there are the first years."

"I didn't even get to eat yet! And my hair is all mussed up."

"They're first years. What do they care?"

"This is going to be a long day."

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squorpionlady: The evil mushroom has updated! Glad you like my story.

tom4eva: :D Lots of people look cute when they're mad. But not me T_T

A/n: Blah. This was an uneventful chapter to me. Should I include some snogging? R&R please.