Disclaimer: Don't own. Stop bugging me.

A/N: *cries* NEED reviews!!! *sobs* I feel so unloved! *looks around* Ah, heck... Who am I kidding?

By the way, even though I know now that Nott's first name is Theodore, I'll use Nott. It seems more...Slytherin-ish.

Any of you know the pairing of this fic? I'm pretty sure you do. But if you don't I'm not telling. :P My only "clue" is that this will definitely NOT, I repeat, NOT be a Draco/Ron fic.

Chapter Four: Introductions and...Blood?

Draco frowned at the many unwanted stares, which were boring holes into him, his frown turning into a glare. It never occurred to him that because of his gender change, his hateful stares might turn out to seem not so "hate filled." A few wanting looks from some of the male population informed him of this. The Slytherin mentally slapped himself and put on a blank stare, directing it to the blackboard at the front of the classroom.

"Who's the chick?" Nott piped up from his place beside Blaise as he eyed Draco from head to toe and back up, earning a few shouts of agreements across the room. Draco made a mental note to smack him silly once he had the chance.

"And where's Draco?" Blaise asked Snape. Draco was surprised, Blaise was probably the only living soul that noticed he was gone. Except for Pansy that is, but she didn't count.

Snape sent a look towards everyone in the room, which plainly said, "shut up you evil little creatures which I am unfortunately forced to teach."

The evil little creatures that Snape was forced to teach knew the trademark glare and therefore kept quiet and waited for him to explain. Snape put on a smug look at the feeling of power before speaking.

"This 'chick'," he started, saying the term with a weird expression on his face. "is Draco Malfoy's cousin. She's an exchange student and will be staying here for a few months in Mr. Malfoy's place," he explained to the whole class, not bothering to give his now female grandson a name, before turning to said student, who appeared to be having another one of his "twitch attacks".

Snape coughed then stepped away from him, attracting his attention. Draco looked up at him, his right eye twitching like mad. "If you would take your seat," Snape ordered more than asked. "We could start with the lesson," he finished then lightly shoved Malfoy towards the direction of an empty seat before stalking in that intimidating way of his to the front of the class.

"Funny," Blaise said to Nott doubtfully. "Draco never mentioned anything about being an exchange student."

Nott shrugged. "Didn't find it worth talking about?"

Draco stumbled from the force but managed to find his seat, which happened to be beside Hermione. He ungraciously dropped himself on the chair and promptly leaned back, his arse tittering on the front edge of his seat. His bag fell to the floor beside him. Not very lady-like to say the least. Hermione shot him a look but he brushed it off, completely ignoring her.

In front of the class, Snape wrote the instructions on the blackboard. Draco lazily looked up and around the classroom. He glanced back and found out that Potty and the Weasel were behind him while Nott and Blaise were to his front.

"Pair up and get your ingredients from the table. The instructions are on the board," Snape announced before taking his seat at his desk. Draco made no move to go to any of his housemates for he wasn't supposed to know any of them.

"Hey Mione," Harry called from behind Draco. "You wouldn't mind if Ron and I partnered, would you?" he asked.

Hermione quickly looked back and replied, "Not at all". Ron shrugged then went up front to get the ingredients from the table beside Snape's desk.

Hermione glanced at Draco, suddenly realizing that "she" was the student who seemed to dislike Gryffindors. She shrugged the thought off, thinking that maybe Draco gave his cousin wrong impressions of her and her two friends. Wanting to change that image, she decided to be friendly to the exchange student. She looked at Draco and opened her mouth to talk but paused, tilting her head as it dawned on her that she didn't know what to call the girl beside her.

Draco looked at her and raised his eyebrows. "What?" he asked flatly, crossing his arms.

"Um...I didn't catch your name...?" Hermione smiled nervously.

Draco sneered at her attempt at a conversation. "That's because I didn't mention it."

"Oh..." Hermione's head dropped. "Well...what's your name then?"

Draco stiffened. Shit! He quickly scanned his head for any of his female cousins' names. Remembering only one, he had only one option. "...Andrea..." he finally replied, his brows furrowed. "...Andrea Malfoy."

Hermione smiled. "Well, Andrea, I'm Hermione Granger. Pleased to meet you," she said, taking Draco's hand and shaking it. The Slytherin was surprised. He had just dissed her earlier that day, right? He felt this weird feeling at the pit of his stomach. Was that guilt? Fortunately for Draco, his massive amount of pride kept him from admitting that to himself.

Draco stiffly nodded his head at the grinning Hermione and allowed her to shake his hand.

"That's Harry," Hermione added, pointing to the ebony haired boy behind Draco. "And that's Ron," she finished, gesturing to the redhead who just sat down, ingredients in his arms.

Harry grinned at Draco. "Hi...?" he trailed off, not knowing what to call her.

"Andrea," Draco finished for him with a seemingly polite nod, which happened to be the result of him not being able to do otherwise. He suddenly felt uncomfortable in his seat and the feeling in his stomach was back.

He decided that maybe he could put up with the Gryffindorks for a while, until he "got to know" people from Slytherin that is, then he'll drop them like a sack of Hufflepuffs. Draco was so pleased with himself that he was able to think up of yet another evil plot against the Gryffindors. Smirked in evil glee. He loved being a Slytherin.

"Hey Andrea!" Ron greeted, unknowing of Draco's "evil plot", his head popping up above the pile of ingredients. "How is life as a cousin of the prat, Malfoy?" he asked nonchalantly.

Draco silently cursed Weasley but willed himself to put on a fake smile, which went nowhere near his eyes, which were burning with anger. "It's fine, actually."

"Hm...I guess Malfoy's only nice to a few selected people," Harry commented. That's right Potter. And you're not one of them. Draco's eye twitched again as he put on a tight-lipped smile.

"Hey Andrea, want to be partners?" Hermione suddenly asked, remembering that they were still in Potions Class.

Draco shrugged. "I don't mind. I'll go get the ingredients," he replied. He pushed his chair back and stood up, eliciting a gasp from Harry.

Draco turned around and snapped, "What?" After the conversation, he wanted to stay as far away from them as possible.

Harry blinked at him several times.

"What is it, Potter?" Draco urged.

Harry ignored the fact that Andrea knew his name without them mentioning it. He pointed down. "You-you're blood, you - " Harry stuttered then cleared his throat. "You're...bleeding...?"

Draco narrowed his eyes. What's Potter on about? His gaze followed Harry's finger, which pointed to his chair. He glanced down, only to see blood on the newly polished wooden furniture. The house elves' efforts of making the greasy man's classroom shiny and grease-less were, once again, proved futile. Anyway, back to the matter at hand...

"I'm bleeding!"

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"Andrea" is okay for Draco's female name, right?

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