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Chapter 2: New Students.
The Great Hall buzzed with chatter, as usual. At the Gryffindor table, all talk was centred on the six new students. They were sitting at the high table, and the blonde one seemed to be in conversation with Albus Dumbledore. The other five sat quietly, surveying the four long tables full of gossiping pupils. Because of where the six girls were sitting, several people at Harry's table were very interested.
"I wonder why they're sitting up there?"
"I've never heard of any student sitting with the Headmaster."
"Maybe they're teachers."
"No way, they're far too young!"
"Well, if they are students, then why aren't they with the first years, waiting to be Sorted?"
"I dunno."
"They might have already been Sorted."
"True."
In fact, the whole Great Hall was probably talking about the mysterious newcomers. Even the teachers were shooting bewildered and interested looks their way- particularly the male ones.
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Draco watched Pansy with amusement. She was discussing the new girls with Blaise Zubini, and was giving her opinion of them very loudly and forcefully.
"Merlin, look at them! Sitting up at the high table with Dumbledore, they must be so up themselves. I hope we don't get any of them in Slytherin- especially the redhead. She looks like such a slut."
"Yeah, you don't want any competition, do you Pansy?" asked Zubini cheekily.
Pansy's blue eyes blazed and her upturned nose twitched. "Well, at least I'm getting some, Zubini!" she spat.
Blaise flinched. "Merlin, Pansy, you're touchy today," he said weakly.
"Sorry," she answered tritely. "PMS."
Draco turned his attention away from the pair, to glance at the high table. At that exact moment, Dumbledore rose and signalled for quiet. Slowly, the low murmur of voices ceased, and all were silent.
The Headmaster spoke. "I'd like to welcome you all to another year at Hogwarts. Some faces are missing, and soon there will be new ones. I am hoping that this year will be as exciting as the last, but not as sorrowful. There will be no Triwizard tournament, so Quidditch will be back on.
"Very soon, Professor McGonagall will be bringing in the first years for the Sorting ceremony. However, I would first like to introduce you to some people. Here beside me are the Feyt sisters- these six young ladies who you all have, most probably, been gossiping about. They are here on an exchange trip. They will be attending Hogwarts for the first term, Beauxbatons for the next, and Durmstrang for the third. In the fourth term they will go back to their own school, the European Academy of Magic. I am hoping that all you Hogwarts students will befriend these girls, and make them as comfortable as possible for their stay.
"Now for the introductions. Diamond is in 7th year…" the blonde girl stood up and inclined her head gracefully.
"…Daine is in 6th…" the tall muscular brunette rose and bowed sternly.
"…Desiree is in 5th year…" the redhead curtsied beautifully.
"…Delta is in 4th …" the plump girl with pretty ringlets stood briefly then sat down.
"…Delphi is in 3rd…" the gaunt brunette didn't stand, just nodded sombrely.
"…And last (but not least), Delia is in 2nd year." The skinny girl with bright pink hair leapt up onto the table, beamed at the four Houses, gave a florid bow, and jumped back down again.
All around the hall, there was an awed silence, broken only by furtive whispers. Draco raised an elegant eyebrow, as Dumbledore seemed completely unsurprised by the small girls antics.
"Anyway," continued Professor Dumbledore, "The Feyt's are now going to be Sorted into their Houses for the term."
He gave a flick of his wand, and a stool and the Sorting Hat materialized on the platform beside his table.
"Right, we're going to do this in alphabetical order. That means you, Daine, are first." The grim-looking girl strode over to the stool, and pulled the hat on. It sat for a second before- "Gryffindor!" Daine walked down to Harry's table, and sat right beside Dean Thomas. He looked rather frightened.
Next was Delia. "Gryffindor!" She sat down next to Ginny Weasley, who immediately began talking to her.
After that, Delphi was Sorted. "Ravenclaw!" She looked pretty pleased with that.
Delta was Sorted fourth. She was put in Hufflepuff.
Then came Desiree's turn. When the redheaded Venus stepped up to the stool, the hat had barely been there for a second before it crowed, "Slytherin!"
She swept down towards the Slytherin table, much to Pansy's dismay. As Desiree passed, men and boys turned their heads, as if trying to catch her elusive scent. When the new girl reached her, Pansy sat up. She gave Desiree her best I'll-be-your-friend-for-now-but-sooner-or-later-I'll-stab-you-in-the-back smile. "Hi!" Pansy trilled. "You wanna sit with us?"
Desiree gave her a cold look, and then saw Draco. A cunning smile spread slowly across her all-too-perfect face. "Sure." She said. She sat beside the Malfoy heir and gave him a very tempting smile. "I'd like to get to know you two better."
"What about me?" demanded Blaise.
"Oh, and you too," Desiree answered sweetly. "I think I'll like you."
Draco was astonished to see Blaise blushing. Blaise never got embarrassed! 'This girl has a very powerful influence,' he thought.
Just then, the new girl turned to him. "So Draco," she purred. "Tell me about yourself."
'Ohmigod!' cried Draco mentally. 'She's trying to seduce me!' Suddenly he felt a spark of triumph. 'Ha! She can't seduce me- I'm gay!'
It seemed Pansy was thinking the same thing. She was trying very hard to contain her laughter. Seeing this, Draco said distantly, "No, I don't think you'll find me very interesting. How about you talk to Blaise? He'll get more out of your conversation than I."
Desiree's eyes flashed at him. 'Nobody rejects Desiree Feyt!' "Fine then," she said coolly. "I can see that now." With that, she turned to Blaise and said, "You are so worth it."
What with all that drama, Draco almost missed Diamond being Sorted into Ravenclaw. After she sat down, the first years were Sorted. Then, the feast began.
Draco let his mind wander. 'I think I'll keep an eye on this Desiree girl. She's dangerous…
I'm glad I'm gay. Otherwise she would have her claws in me…
I wonder what Harry's doing?'
Draco was startled. 'Where did that thought come from?' His eyes rose involuntarily, and searched for the dark-haired, green-eyed object of his affections.
Their gazes met.
It seemed that electricity sparked between the two boys. In a great state of shock, Draco pulled his eyes away to stare at his plate.
'He was looking at me!'
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Harry dropped his gaze with an effort, extremely confused.
'That was the second time today he was watching me! He must be plotting something really bad for us.' He shivered suddenly, and his heart ached. 'Why must I love the person who hates me?'
"Harry?"
He looked up. "Yeah, Hermione?"
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, sounding anxious.
"Of course he is, Herm!" Ron said thickly, through a mouthful of mashed potato. "Give a bloke a rest, won't you? He's just tired."
"Yeah, that's right, Ron. I'm just tired," Harry repeated. He was relieved to have an excuse.
Hermione pursed her lips and stared at her friend, but didn't say anything.
'There's something bothering Harry,' she thought. 'And I'm going to find out what it is!'
